Those Who Abused Me Cried and Begged For My Forgiveness

    The efficiency of this studio is good, and the action is amazing. In the afternoon, I sent myself the contact information of the store that I recommended to sell photographic equipment, which saved a lot of trouble.

    Zhong Lingling didn't understand either. After being introduced to several models, he transferred the full amount at that time. Professionals came to install it in person the next morning.

    In less than five days, everything is ready, just the photographer and the model are in place.

    It was originally for beauty and enjoyment, so Zhong Lingling didn't intend to wrong herself at all.

    Have bought tens of millions of photographic equipment, how many beautiful clothes are there?

    I had purchased a lot before, but most of them were for outside wear. Then she searched a lot of tea art photos on the Internet, and bought a lot of green tea clothes, learning I took a lot of photo poses for green tea, and I bought a lot of extremely-indescribably revealing clothes that I liked.

    Zhong Lingling specially picked a sunny afternoon and made an appointment with the photographer.

    When the photographer arrived, she was cooking with an apron and a hat folded from a newspaper. The range hood was buzzing. If she hadn't come out for a drink, she probably wouldn't have heard to the doorbell.

    When I opened the door, I saw photographer Zhong Lingling's eyes widen, and said in amazement, "Hey, Mr. Cheng? Is it so early? Come in."

    She looked back at the electronic clock hanging on the wall and found that there was still half an hour before the agreed time.

    Gu Shichen was stunned for a moment, his eyes fixed on the pink apron on her body, the smell of the food lingered on the tip of his nose, and a warm smell of home clung to him.

    Zhong Lingling turned around and saw that he was still standing at the door, and tilted her head: "Aren't you coming in?"

    Gu Shichen hurriedly went in, closed the door and stood at the door, the entire hallway against the tall figure was a bit narrow.

    She still had water in her hand, so she pointed to the shoe cabinet embarrassedly: "There are disposable slippers on the bottom floor, Mr. Cheng will take it himself."

    Gu Shichen nodded, opened the shoe cabinet and found that there were all kinds of women's shoes, except for the disposable slippers, which were larger, and there was no trace of any man at all.

    Zhong Lingling had already arrived at the kitchen door, her voice was raised slightly, the voice of trying to beat the range hood reached Gu Shichen's ears: "The shoes have different sizes, you can just use the ones that fit you. The restroom is as you wish."

    Although it wasn't very hot today, the photographer's face was slightly red, and there was fine sweat on his forehead, so he kindly asked him to wash first.

    After all the food was out of the pot, Zhong Lingling came out and saw the photographer, the elementary school student waiting for the teacher to come to class, sitting upright with a serious face, but if you look closely, you can see that he is only sitting Half of the buttocks, maybe his aura is too strong, even if he looks so cramped, he doesn't want to be petty, but in the second season, he feels that the contrast is too bright, and people unconsciously appear in their minds. In front of the queen mother or queen, she was trained to look like a little daughter-in-law, and the corners of her mouth subconsciously raised.

    Especially when she saw her coming out, the photographer's back immediately tightened, and Zhong Lingling was even more amused and surprised.

    Shouldn't the photographer for private photos be well-informed? Why is it still green like a cucumber egg, so that Zhong Lingling began to wonder if this business could continue while licking her face.

    It's not that he questioned the photographer's professional skills, but he deeply doubted that after he took off his clothes, would he dare to look directly at himself?

    How did such a pure-hearted photographer get all five points of praise and top recommendation? Really no water?

    Zhong Lingling lowered her head and took off her apron, revealing the sports shorts and shorts inside. She raised her head suddenly to meet the photographer's straight eyes, and was stunned.

    It's a completely different style from the self-confidence, beautiful and dazzling that day. The Zhong Lingling I saw this time is full of home atmosphere, with long hair rolled up in a fist-sized bun on top of her head, broken hair Randomly distributed on the forehead and temples, there is a disorderly messy beauty.

      I can't help but want to get closer.

      The clean profile of his face suddenly hit Gu Shichen's heart.

    He found that compared to the last time he met, he had no resistance to Zhong Lingling, who was at home.

    Sometimes liking is so inexplicable, maybe the sun was very good that day, or maybe the coffee smell was strong that day, in short, when she appeared, my mood was inexplicably cheerful, like flapping my wings Birds that want to fly, can't wait to circle in the air.

    Sometimes likes are really unique and exclusive.

      There is no more.

    —until I meet her again.

    Everything around was quiet, and it seemed that there were only the two of them left in the world. Except for Zhong Lingling, who had his own filter, Gu Shichen had nothing else in his eyes.

    His palms were slightly sweaty, and he was very nervous and nervous.

    Zhong Lingling looked up and saw that the photographer's nose was sweating, "Puchi-" she laughed, and she casually put her apron on the tree-shaped coat rack and joked: "Mr. Cheng, What are you afraid of me? I won't eat you."

    Gu Shichen's throat rolled up and down suddenly, opened his mouth, his vocal cords were dry and he didn't even make a sound.

    "Look at me, blame me, I forgot to entertain you." Zhong Lingling opened the refrigerator and turned to look at him, "What to drink?"

    She was half leaning on the refrigerator, her enchanting figure twisted into an S shape, and when she looked back and smiled, the whole world brightened up.

    Gu Shichen has seen Indian movies before, and it is strange to dance at every turn. He didn't understand it before, but now he understands it.

    It turned out that for a moment, everything in the world seemed to stop, and all the people ran out and cheered, because only in this way can they express their inner excitement and happiness.

    "It's all right." Gu Shichen didn't want to be restrained, but when he met those star-like eyes, he breathed quickly, his mind went blank, and he couldn't say anything.

    At this moment, he just wanted a bottle of spirits, and poured it down with his neck up. Tear his throat like a knife, stimulate his senses, bring him back to his senses, free him from the shackles, and be freer.

    Zhong Lingling has too much fat house water here, all of which I wanted to drink before but didn't dare to drink it because I wanted to maintain my figure.

    The bubbles and irritation of the carbonic acid impacting the throat are really addicting and refreshing.

    But when he saw Mr. Cheng, he knew that he was not the same person. If there was no tea set at home, Zhong Lingling would want to cook a cup of hot tea for him on the spot.

    Finally found a bottle of Red Bull energy drink in the innermost, Zhong Lingling turned back and just met the photographer's gaze, she smiled and raised her hand: "Is this okay?"

    "..." If he drinks the energy drink again, he is afraid that he will really have to go down and run twice. Fortunately, Gu Shichen himself is a facial paralysis. No matter what he thinks in his heart, his face is always calm and steady. ,"thanks."

    Zhong Lingling breathed a sigh of relief, and thought it was difficult with a straight face, but fortunately it was fine: "Mr. Cheng hasn't eaten yet, let's have some together."

    "Okay!" As if afraid of Zhong Lingling's repentance, Gu Shichen bites the tip of her tail and responds with such a ferocious tone that Zhong Lingling jumps, knowing that he wants to eat , I don't know, I thought I was going to swallow myself alive.

    I always thought this photographer was funny, Zhong Lingling looked at him with a curious and mocking smile.

    Gu Shichen was even more nervous when he saw it, his hands were on his knees, his eyes didn't know where to look.

    Zhong Lingling's craftsmanship is very good, and the color and fragrance are complete.

    When Gu Shichen entered the kitchen, he was stunned by the finished dishes on the chopping board and obviously used pots and pans.

    In his perception, such beautiful women are reserved and delicate, the oil fume will roughen their skin, and the detergent will wear away their fair and delicate hands.

    He thought that Zhong Lingling's so-called cooking was just putting cold dishes or steamed dishes bought outside in a bowl and serving them on the table.

    At this time, the fragrance that kept pouring into his nose reminded him that this was really made by Zhong Lingling, with her slender hands.

    Zhong Lingling made a mutton with spring onion, a Northeast chaotic stew with sauerkraut, tofu, fungus, potatoes, yuba, etc., a tiger skin pepper, a braised lion head, a Steamed sea bass, all are hard dishes, big dishes, full.

    The craftsmanship that I have practiced on all kinds of scumbags over the years can finally be used on the right path.

    The nanny aunt cooked similar home-cooked dishes for himself when he was a child. He still remembers trying it once and never forgets it again. No one dared to cook the rural dishes for him anymore.

    And Gu Shichen is not a person who is heavy on mouth, mainly he is not a person who allows himself to indulge in desire, and even he will restrain his preferences.

    He even thought that he had forgotten the taste of those meals, but in fact, these were only suppressed in the deepest part of his heart.

    Zhong Lingling, walked in quietly, turned it out, and left himself in the depths of his heart.

    "What's the matter?" Zhong Lingling held onion fried mutton in one hand and steamed sea bass in the other. When he looked back and saw Gu Shichen still standing in a daze, of course he didn't know that he had over a hundred episodes of the Golden Wedding in his heart. , thought he didn't like such a simple meal, his eyes narrowed immediately, "Is it not to your taste?"

    If you don't want to eat it, don't eat it. It's better for you to order a fried chicken takeaway to sit next to me and eat it than to slap me in the face.