My Foolish Snake Husband Wouldn’t Stop Pestering Me

Such people are born to shine in the spotlight.

An idea suddenly popped into Song Qi's mind.

He stared at Yan Rui and scrutinized it carefully. His appearance was top-notch and exquisite. How can such a person look good in magazines.

You don't need to talk, you can do whatever you want. It's more than enough to be a vase.

"Yan Rui, do you have a job?"

Yan Rui shook his head.

Yan Rui's background is a mystery. He is stupid without money and power, but he can enter this academy. Who would believe it if he didn't come through the back door?

At that time, there was a rumor in the school bar that he was kidnapped. He was kidnapped. He was raised by an old man, fat, short and ugly. He was also a pedophile. He liked to go through the back door. His favorite was Yan Rui. A handsome male student.

The more the rumors spread, the more people believed them.

After all, a worthless man like Yan Rui can only rely on selling himself.

Song Qi's mind changed, and now he couldn't help thinking about it.

After thinking about it, I felt that my mind was too dirty. If Yan Rui was really taken care of by the gold master, it should not be so miserable.

Song Qi asked him another way: "Do you want to find a job? This way you have the money to buy candy. Of course, you can buy other things besides candy, such as clothes, shoes, and flowers for your sweetheart."

sweetheart...

Yan Rui's mind moved slightly, he was a useless beast, neither human nor demon, he lived a nondescript life.

Apart from his good blood and scales, he is useless, let alone going out to make money.

"What kind of job can I get? What kind of money can I make?"

Song Qi was afraid of verbally explaining that he didn't understand, so he took out his mobile phone and pointed out his recent magazine photos to show him.

"That's it, take pictures every day."

Yan Rui leaned over, and his face turned red at a glance.

The photo is too "bout", although the clothes are all worn, but the black sheer tulle clothes are better not to wear.

"This...what is this?" Yan Rui stammered in shock, looking at Song Qi in disbelief.

"This is a magazine photo, how about it, it looks good."

Yan Rui looked at Song Qi's high spirits, and he didn't want to spoil him, so he nodded obediently.

"I tell you, this kind of job is very suitable for you and it is very simple. You only need to change your clothes every day, and then you can move under the spotlight. The money comes fast, and there are 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a day."

"Twenty or thirty thousand?" Yan Rui didn't have a deep understanding of money, but he knew that he could eat a large bowl of wontons for ten yuan here.

The two or thirty thousand... Yan Rui secretly snapped his fingers.

Wouldn't that be enough to eat a lot of bowls?

Seeing his startled appearance, Song Qi stared at him amusingly: "How is it, are you interested?"

Yan Rui quickly shook his head: "I don't know those... those actions."

Song Qi's heart tightened and then loosened, it felt as if his heart was tied by a rope.

Song Qi is selfish. In the place where he works, he can introduce suitable people to work in the past, and he can get a share of the contract to take pictures.

A top performer like Yan Rui can be divided into at least ten thousand or twenty thousand.

Song Qi was very entangled in his heart. While he wanted to introduce Yan Rui to his job, he was worried that he would steal his limelight.

But on second thought, Yan Rui is a little fool who can make a fart, maybe he can get resources for himself.

After thinking about it, he persuaded: "You don't have to worry about the movements. The photographer will teach you the poses. It's very simple and not difficult at all. When I first went, I didn't know anything. I was like an idiot."

Yan Rui wanted to work to make money, but he didn't want to make money in this way of "selling meat".

Looking at Song Qi who was looking forward to his answer, he swallowed the refusal that had just arrived in his mouth.

"I'll think about it."

Song Qi thought that Yan Rui would agree immediately, but now he has to consider what he wants, and his mood suddenly plummets.

He knew that the result of the consideration was estimated to be out of the game.

He didn't want to give up this opportunity to make money for free, after all, he was really short of money.

Song Qi said: "There are many things that can be communicated with the boss before signing the contract, such as salary, rest and benefits... and what style of shooting style to take." Song Qi observed Yan Rui's expression as he spoke.

Yan Rui's expression moved slightly when he talked about the shooting style. Although the movement was small, he was still able to capture it.

Could it be that Yan Rui was "scared" by the photo he just showed?

Song Qi clicked his tongue in surprise and thought to himself: This little fool is too simple and conservative.

He turned on the phone again, and pulled out another set of photos from the album. The blue and white style was used, the picture was clean, and most importantly, it was very conservative, covering everything from the neck down.

"In addition to the kind of photo I just showed you, there is this one, what do you think?"

Yan Rui glanced secretly, and nodded after half-paying.

Song Qi was overjoyed: "You agree?"

Yan Rui thought for a while this time, then shook his head and said, "Song Qi, I'll go back and think about it."

To be precise, he wanted to discuss with Duan Chen.

Song Qi stared at the ceiling speechlessly. He said it all, but he didn't expect Yan Rui to think about it.

When he was about to lobby for something more, the company suddenly called and asked him to go to the company immediately.

Song Qi quickly got up and said to Yan Rui while putting on his clothes, "Yan Rui, rest in the dormitory. You must think about the work I just said."

Song Qi seemed to be in a hurry, but in fact, she was doing things in an orderly manner, and she tidied up in a few moments.

Before leaving, he did not forget to give Yan Rui chicken soup for the soul.

"Sometimes, this person has the right to speak only if he holds the money tightly in his hand. Although money is not everything, it is absolutely impossible without it. You have to remember."

Song Qi's words kept popping up in his mind, do you have the right to speak only if you have money?

Yan Rui is just like a sensitive and lonely cub. Knowing that Duan Chen is his hope, he tries hard and carefully to please him, but he is too stupid.

Except for some simple housework, he can't do anything well, and even cooking a bowl of fried rice almost set the kitchen on fire.

He is too useless, if not for Zhou Ran, he would have been lost by Duan Chen long ago.

Yan Rui spread out his hand and looked at the lines on his palm.

Thinking of making money, I am half expectant and half anxious, and I am afraid that Duan Chen will scold him at that time.

- He has nothing but a face, just like the male prostitutes in Goulan Courtyard, but the male prostitute also knows how to please his heart and takes the initiative to serve with his legs.

Yan Rui stared at his palm for a long time, until his eyes were sore before he fell back on the bed.

Perhaps because of Duan Chen, Yan Rui didn't feel sleepy at all. He closed his eyes and thought about it for a while, and finally got a little sleepy. Just barely fell asleep, the phone under the pillow rang.

The caller ID is the landline of the Duan family's old house.

It was from grandma.

Yan Rui hurriedly answered, and the voice of Uncle He, the housekeeper who had worked in the Duan family's old house for more than 20 years, came from inside.

"Master Yan, the old lady asked you and the eldest young master to come to the old house for dinner in the evening."