Chapter 14: She Is Mine, Fuck Off.
Nangong Yiren just heard other models talking about the anniversary of the club backstage.
She also heard something faintly.
Many people said that these people are here to escort these rich guys to play, and then...escort them to the bed.
Some models have long been familiar with this kind of thing, and they have done it themselves, and they are not afraid of it.
In the modeling business, there are many rules in the dark. To please these rich guys was good preparation for their future.
But Nangong Yiren now was anxious, she doesn't care about those rich people.
She also didn't know whether what the models said was true or not. If it was true, she would leave without hesitation. In fact, she wanted to leave now.
However,
Nangong Yiren clenched her hands tightly, and her heart was beating fast.
This time the reward was too generous. The notice said, one person ten thousand, the deposit was five thousand and has been accredited on their card already.
Ten thousand, for a small part-time model like Nangong Yiren, was equivalent to her half-month salary.
It's not that Nangong Yiren likes money, but that she needed to take the money, otherwise she wouldn't quit her stable job to be a model.
Her seven-year-old brother had leukemia and needed money for chemotherapy. Nangong Yiren gave her brother almost all of their savings.
Just this morning, her brother in the hospital because he had suffered a relapse and had to undergo chemotherapy once again, requiring 9,000 yuan. Nangong Yiren's savings inefficient, so she had to use the 5,000 yuan deposit.
Even if she wanted to get away now, she had no way to refund the money!
"Beauty, how about you be with me today?"
Just then, in front of the Nangong Yiren, there appeared a slender man with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, dressed in a small suit and thinking himself irresistible.
In fact, many people had been staring at the Nangong Yiren since the beginning. After all, Nangong Yiren was the most eye-catching one in the group of models. Not only her body, but her face was even more beautiful.
Other models, although also good-looking. Most of their faces looked a bit awkward, and web-celebrity looking. Maybe their face was full of plastic.
However, when the skinny man stood in front of Nangong Yiren, everyone else looked away.
The chairman of the original club was Qin Feng, and the vice-chairmen were Li Zhuoran and Chow Hong.
Now that Qin Feng was forced to go down, Li Zhuoran became the chairman, and the vice-chairmen were Chow Hong and this Wu Zijian.
Wu's enterprises were very closely related to the Tianzhuo Group. Even if it was an affiliated company, there was not much difference. Wu Zijian's father was a sidekick to Li Zhuoran's father in his early years.
This Wu Zijian naturally became the No. 1 sidekick around Li Zhuoran. He took a fancy to Nangong Yiren, and the others, of course, did not dare to rob him.
"No, no..."
The more Nangong Yiren thinks about it, the more she thinks what the models said before was true.
She was afraid this job was not that simple.
She just wanted to work part-time as a model to earn some quick money to save her brother's life, but she never thought about going into the dirty side of the trade, let alone...She has never given herself to any man.
"No? What the fuck is wrong with you! When I say yes, it means yes! Don't pretend to be a saint when you come here! Is it about money? Make me happy today, and I will give you 100,000 yuan! "
Wu Zijian reached out and tried to grab the arm of the Nangong Yiren but she stepped back and had an angry face: "Show some respect!"
"Fucking bitch, you wanna make do it the hard way?"
Wu Zijian raised his hand and tried to slam Nangong.
But at this moment, before his raised hand could be moved down, he felt a sharp pain.
Qin Feng stood by his side, holding his wrist, and gave him a slightly only hard pinch which made Wu Zijian cried out in pain
Others were starting to look this way.
"She is mine, so fuck off."
Qin Feng just said a word and threw out Wu Zijian's hand. Wu Zijian was thrown a few feet away by Qin Feng and landed on his ass.
Wu Zijian was angered and jumped up: "Qin Feng, you wanna die? Do you fucking believe that I will fucking kill you now? "
Wu Zijian wanted to rush up and punch Qin Feng. The remaining 20 people started gathering around the commotion.
Chow Hong and the eight others stood in front of Qin Feng.
"Want to fight?"
Chow Hong pushed the frame of his glasses up and slowly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and cracked his knuckles.
Although he looked weak and elegant, he was really a black belt in taekwondo!
"You? Why are you here? "
Nangong Yiren looked at Qin Feng and had stunned for a while. The phrase 'She is mine' was echoing in her mind of Nangong Yiren.
"Why? Should I not be here?"
Qin Feng smiled slightly and said softly: "These guys are not good people, just stay with me."
The Nangong Yiren nodded, then moved and stood behind Qin Feng.
All of this was seen by Li Zhuoran.
Li Zhuoran showed a smirk, and then he found Juan around him. Juan said something to Li Zhuoran with a fawning face.
At Li Zhuoran's side, Zhao Zixuan saw this scene too and saw that Nangong Yiren hung around Qin Feng. And Zhao Zixuan had a very complicated feeling in her eyes.
Jealousy? Envy? Remorse? Or something else...
"Okay, okay!"
After listening to Juan's words, Li Zhuoran slowly walked over and said, lazily picking in his ears.
Wu Zijian naturally suppressed his anger when he saw Li Zhuoran coming, but he still raised his finger to Qin Feng and said: "Qin Feng, listen, you homeless dog, sooner or later I will kill you!"
Wu Zijian yelled and when Qin Feng heard this, his eyes contained a passing trace of coldness.
"Hey, what are you talking about? How dare you to say that! "
Li Zhuoran stood in front of Wu Zijian and screamed, but then he laughed: "But there is a word that is really good."
"Home-less-dog."
Looking at Qin Feng, Li Zhuoran said it syllable by syllable, he wanted to see the anger in the eyes of Qin Feng.
But what he saw was only calm.
In those three months, the humiliation Qin Feng had suffered was far beyond what Li Zhuoran could think up. Qin Feng just didn't give a fuck.
"Hurry up if you wanna race."
Qin Feng refused to pay attention to Li Zhuoran and went straight to the Ferrari F12 that he had driven. Nangong Yiren followed closely behind him.
There were eight other people with Chow, who were also glaring at Li Zhuoran. Then they took their own car girls to their cars.
Li Zhuoran looked at the back of Qin Feng and smirked.
"Let's race..."
"Stick to the plan, today I will ruin this homeless dog."
Behind him, twenty people nodded and then walked to their own sports car.
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