Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
Xie Ming, with his old father’s heartache, looked at his hardworking child. He pursed his thin lips and slightly raised the temperature of the air conditioner.
Xia Ling had gone to two shows with long GE during the day and had dinner at night. According to her biological clock, she should have fallen asleep by now.
She turned off her phone, yawned, and pulled a blanket over her body.
Xia Ling quickly fell asleep.
The sound of even breathing came from behind. One could see that the girl was not playing with her phone and did not move much. This meant that she had fallen asleep.
Xie Ming drove around B University five or six times in the traffic jam.
A normal human sleep cycle was 40 minutes. Seeing that the time was about right, Xie Ming drove back to B University’s teachers’apartment complex.
“Xia Ling, Xia Ling? ” He called out.
Xia Ling got up, took her phone in a daze, and checked the time.
“The traffic jam today was quite heavy. It lasted for 30 minutes, ” Xie Ming said indifferently.
“Oh… ” Xia Ling did not realize that it was fake.
Getting out of the Toyota, she and Xie Ming went home one after the other.
For Xia Ling, this was an evening that was no different from usual.
Xia Ling was thinking about “the life of a supermodel. ” The appearance of the female lead meant that her plot was officially on the right track. Next, she could use the original plot to counterattack.
She had worked so hard previously so that when the plot arrived, she would have enough strength.
An International Supermodel, a first-class endorsement, and two covers representing the fashion industry. As long as the later impurities sold well after they went on sale, Xia Ling sat in the judging panel. No one could criticize her.
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At night, Xie Ming sat in front of the computer in the study.
He was like a secretly voyeur.
On his phone, he hid the Weibo software. When he logged in, it was a string of digital nicknames.
The only thing that the nickname paid attention to was v Model Xia Ling.
On the web page, the INS regularly updated Xia Ling’s status.
Even if she knew that Xia Ling’s Weibo and INS were managed by Long Ge, like today, Xia Ling had posted a beauty photo on Weibo and INS.
It was a photo of her taking a tidbit of the cover.
Xia Ling seemed to be born for the camera. She could hold the camera from any angle.
Xie Ming especially liked the photo she took today with light makeup. It was a photo of her sitting in a coffee shop with a Coffee Cup in her hand.
Her eyebrows were slightly lowered, her facial lines were gentle, and her hair was tied into a bun. She was probably waiting for makeup, so she wore a coat and could see her assistant entering the country beside her.
Xia Ling’s caption was secretly taken.
Xie Ming saved the photo and stored it in his phone.
After doing these actions, he sat there with cold sweat on his hands, but he was a little lost.
He looked like a thief who had stolen someone else’s things. If Xia Ling suddenly appeared in front of Xie Ming, Xie Ming would be shocked.
However, so many people had seen Xia Ling’s photo on the Internet. They were much more daring than him. They said, “glory world’s beauty is like licking a lady’s screen! “!
Humans always had an instinctive pursuit of beauty.
Xie Ming had come into close contact with Xia Ling. He had seen all of her lofty and flamboyant appearance.
She was a girl who had broken through her cocoon and become a butterfly under his gaze.
She understood her sweat, understood her hardships, and respected her dreams.
Xie Ming could do too little for her… …
Xie Ming Sat in the study until 11 o’clock at night. When he came back to his senses, he asked Long Ge for Xia Ling’s schedule for the next week.
“The life of a supermodel” had already been arranged for next month. This month, Xia Ling would fly to Paris twice to participate in the two shows of designer Kamal and Mott’s exclusive design and collaboration with the brand.
