It wasn't long before it was time to get off work.

Ye Fei packed up her things and left. As a result, she happened to see song Yichen walking not far in front of her in the corridor. She hesitated and ran after her. She said, "Song Yichen, do you have time tomorrow? A model wants to ask you to help shoot a group of test films."

"No shooting."

If ye Fei thinks general, Song Yi Chen head also did not return, open mouth to refuse directly.

"This model is in the limelight recently. If you take a group of photos for her, you will be more famous. This is good for you..."

"No shooting."

Song Yichen opens his mouth again to interrupt, it seems that there is no room for discussion.

Ye Fei felt that she must have dug the ancestral grave of song Yichen's family in her last life, so she would meet him in this life!

"If you don't take pictures of my job, you won't be able to get the money you owe you by then..." Ye Fei spoke again.

Hearing this, song Yichen suddenly stopped his steps, and suddenly turned to his side and stretched out an arm to support on the wall. While ye Fei, who was walking beside him, was surrounded by him in front of him.

With her back against the cold wall, ye Fei is scared, as if she didn't expect him to turn around suddenly.

The two people are very close. His chest is only a finger away from ye Fei. The faint smell of ancient dragon water gradually disappears into her breath, which is different from Su Mohan's Qinglie.

"Song Yichen Do you want to scare me to death... " Ye Fei took a breath and looked at his eyes under the lens.

"Are you threatening me?" Song Yichen opens his mouth slowly, his voice is not urgent or slow.

Although there are not many comrades who walk by one after another after work, some people still look around and talk in a low voice.

Ye Fei frowned: "you first get out of the way, others will misunderstand."

Song Yichen didn't mean to let go. Instead, she bowed her head and approached her a few minutes. The warm breath sprayed on Ye Fei's cheek made her frown a little uneasy, and her cheek became red when she was out of control.

However, he was deliberately staring at her small face, as if to see her embarrassment.

"When will the money be paid back?" Song Yichen spoke again.

"I'll keep my job if you promise to take pictures of the models, right? Only if I keep my job can I pay you back? So... "

"So you're still threatening me?" Song Yichen slightly narrowed her eyes and looked at Ye Fei.

Ye Feiwei Zheng, if not his eyes have no cold idea, she has such a moment, almost thought that the man in front of him is Su Mo Han.

"It's a fact, not a threat."

"You owe me money, and now you want me to help you. What's good for me?" Song Yichen refused.

Ye Fei frowned and scolded him ten thousand times in her heart. Where is to help her? It is clear that his job is good or not!

As a result, every time I look for him, I beg him like uncle. It's really depressing.

However, ye Fei was still patient and said, "how would you like to agree?"

Song Yichen was silent for a while and thought: "a month's dinner."

"Eh?" Ye Fei is a Leng at first, then react to come over, frown a way: "a week."

"Half a month."

"Ten days!" Ye Fei gnaws her teeth.

"Deal."

Song Yichen pick eyebrows, put the clothes on the shoulder, turn around and go.

Ye Fei is a little tearful. How could she sell herself like this? This is an unequal treaty

That night, ye Fei is busy cooking in the kitchen, while song Yichen is sitting on the sofa with Xuanxuan.