"I think you should have known from Jonathan before. I am an artist. I prefer pure art and oil painting to designers who design products for various brands." Sophia avatared her in my sight. At that time, the eyes are bright. It felt like the way Abid was describing his design concepts.

"What I want you to do is just to be my painting model," she raised her hand elegantly and dialed her hair ends. "And the working environment is very relaxed. You don't need to go to the field to shoot. Your working place is Our villa. There I have my own studio. "

"My paintings now have the lowest market price of hundreds of thousands of dollars. After the cooperation, I can send you a pair of oil paintings in addition to the commission. I think it will be more meaningful than photos."

After speaking, she seemed to be competing with Abid, and she also reached out to touch my face. The two couples are so self-centered that Jane can't be ignored. In my eyes, they may be like toys that they compete for.

But curiosity killed the cat. In order to satisfy my curiosity, I closed my eyes slightly and allowed the woman to press her index finger with bright red nail polish on my eyelids, and gently flicked my Eyelashes, then from my nose to my lips.

When I reopened my eyes, I unexpectedly saw the resentment that flashed in Abid sitting in front of me. Strangely, Abid's dissatisfaction with Sophia's action was more serious than Sophia's dissatisfaction. It looks like a legacy issue.

If it is judged based on the existing situation, and I guess it is correct. Before me, in the battle for toys, maybe victory favored Sophia. The feeling that you can't completely control the other party in your own hands, especially when it should be your own play time, the toy is more inclined to play with another person.

The neglected dissatisfaction and jealousy like a child gradually rose into a kind of resentment that was accumulated in the heart, and this resentment was forced into the bottom of the heart by Abid. It looks like I finally found an entry point where the two couples' paces are inconsistent, which is really interesting.

Thinking of this, I narrowed my eyes with a smile, raised my hand, and held Sofia's hand to gently pull away from my face. Sure enough, when Sophia was reluctant, Abid's eyes flashed with satisfaction.

"I don't know what your respective schedules are like?" I directly led the topic to the next stage, "You know I have another month to start school." The implication is that I want to The said cooperation has been promised.

"I started preparing for this shooting project very early, and Sophia can start to create at any time." After I promised, Abide regained the dominance of the dialogue among the three. "So if you want, we can start preparing for work tomorrow."

...

Back at the hotel, I told Dillon that I was going to take over the results of this shooting. It was obvious that Dillon did not agree, but in the end because it was my decision, he still did not force me to give up further. The only step back was that he would stay with me in Los Angeles until my filming was over.

The next day I went directly to Abid's studio in West Hollywood to try it out. At the same time, I discussed in more detail with him the details that need to be paid attention to during shooting and the feeling he wants to present in hard photos. Sign a work contract.

Although most models don't get paid to help designers take conceptual hard photos, Abid promised that this was a paid job during yesterday's dinner, so it is necessary for the client and the client to sign a work contract before starting work.

"This will be the fishtail you are shooting. The width may be a bit inappropriate. I need you to try it on now and then modify it to the most fit state." After signing the contract, Abid did not let him The assistant was responsible for my actions, but took the makeup test myself.

Abid entered the working state, just like the tech madmen in American superhero comics, and it was the type that turned into a villain because of obsession. He was totally devoted to the actions and thoughts of the people around him, holding one hand on my shoulder and holding my back in the palm of his hand, almost manipulating me to follow his steps.

This is a subconscious demonstration of his paranoid control. It is estimated that most models will be uncomfortable at this stage, but I know the mental state of Abid, so I did not make any contradictions. This made other assistants who followed us from time to time appear inconceivable surprise and curiosity.

I didn't pay attention to their eyes, but I seriously looked at the mermaid tail cover that Abide showed. The general material of translucent yarns will show different neon colors with peacock blue as the main color under the sunlight of different angles.

But compared to ordinary yarn, this material looks softer and sticks to the skin. At the gradual connection with the model's human mermaid line, it is the fusion of pendants and lace. The size of each piece is not exaggerated. When worn on the body, the lace will blend into the skin like a tattoo, with a 16th-century Rococo style.

But the complete Rococo style is inaccurate. The complicated style is not a deep color. Abide chose a cooler color, which makes it more elegant. Noble but not tacky, the middle of the fish tail is not overly decorated, because the tail of the fish tail is the focus of the whole set of fish tail.

Maybe it is because of being suspended in the air and having the gravity. At this time, the yarn-like materials do not have the elegant and dreamy feeling in the design draft that Abid has shown me. But looking at the pendant on the edge of the caudal fin and the crystal ornament at the mermaid line gradient, I can easily imagine its posture in the water, and the entire design is completely perfect.

"Before putting on this fishtail suit, I hope that you will completely remove the hair from your legs." Abide looked at my concentration on the fishtail suit and said with a smile.

Now that I have signed the contract, I naturally have no reason to refuse it. But when I saw him withdraw his assistants and subordinates who were apparently accustomed to what he did, and took me into his office to close the door, I was subconsciously vigilant. Even if I knew that, for him, the time had not yet come, there should be no further things going on.

"Aren't you going to the bathroom for hair removal?" I frowned and said. Not to mention that I haven't fully understood Abid's situation, just in order not to let him doubt my purpose, the average person will definitely open up to question in this case.

"Yes," Abid nodded and walked in front of me with two steps, turned around and smiled at me: "But that doesn't mean you need to use the public toilets of outside employees. I also prepared more A place where you can lie down. "Abide's office is large, but that's not all of this room.

I saw that he had a small remote control from the corner of the desk, and as he pressed a button, the double-row bookshelf on the side of the office opened like a door. It turned out to be a luxurious and complete dressing room and dressing room combination.

Rows and rows of neatly arranged clothing series of his previous designs and jewelry sets displayed in glass cabinets by the wall, and on the entire wall are models and hard photos he has worked with in the past.

Almost every model on Abid's wall has a different type of appearance, with Cuban hair and dark beards and deep outlines, traditional Germanic blond hair, and mulatto chocolate complexion. Everything is like a collecting habit.

"Oh, look at those cheesy works!" Abide noticed that my gaze fell on the photos of the models, with a touch of disdain and flattery in his tone. "Before I met you, I didn't know how lacking the soul of those works is. Those models are simply my past aesthetic failure!"

"I am pursuing perfection and making persistent efforts ..." Abide waved his hands as if preaching, and he was paranoid perfectionist. "But every time I shoot a model, the feeling becomes worse! I tried all the different types, but I couldn't find the right candidate at all!"

As he said, he hurried forward, tore off a photo of a male model mounted in a glass frame, and threw it vigorously to the ground. "Boom," the glass frame shattered from the ground. I noticed that Abidena's photo was clearly the latest one, and it was probably the person who caused him to conflict with Sofia.

That was also the last "toy" that he and Sophia had before they found me. I don't know what is special and caused their dispute? I fixed my gaze and looked at the hard photo that fell to the ground ... and then I found out that it really made me feel like I was pinching my throat.

This model is not only a **** like me, but also has the same long hair and waist as the mermaid in his design concept! His hair looked exactly the same as I did when I blurted out last night at dinner. My instincts gave me a bad hunch. Could it be that the hair that Abide intended to connect to me when shooting was from this model?

So, is this model's hair willing to sell? Or ... And does Abid's obsession with red-haired **** look familiar?

How similar is it to David Vincent who was put in prison by myself ... The thoughts in my mind rolled over several times before they calmed down. I can only comfort myself not to be so unlucky. Maybe after I go back today, I can ask Dillon to help me find out how this model is doing now. 2k novel reading network