Oops, the male villain looked at me with affection in his eyes

In an inconspicuous and shabby little bookstore on the street.

Huang Shi was sitting at the table drawing a storybook. He was salivating and carefully sketched a lifelike girl with the brush in his hand.

The girl was wearing a pink gauze dress and had a broken shoulder. She was leading a short man and a man with an eyebrow to jump over the dilapidated and low courtyard wall of her home.

After putting the last stroke on the page, Huang Shi leaned back and nodded with satisfaction as he looked at his painting.

Huang Shi couldn't help but sneer at Zong Guohui's pretense of arrogance whenever he came here.

He's not just a piece of junk that everyone can bully. He's done so many shameful things, yet he still has a condescending expression on his face.

I really don’t know where she got the courage.

When he thought that he was almost skinned by the Thirteenth Master because of those words, he couldn't help but feel angry.

It's all that Zong Guohui!

If it hadn't been for her, she wouldn't have been able to receive such a blow.

He vented his anger through his beautiful painting style.

The pictures in the storybook are more colorful and the painting style is bolder.

Huang Shi was full of malice and concentrated on describing the scene of that day. Therefore, when Zong Guohui entered the room, he did not hear her questioning voice clearly.

Zong Guohui called twice, but when no one answered, she walked in with some confusion.

The room was dimly lit, except for a moment when a beam of sunlight shone in from in front of the table, making the dust in front of him fly.

Zong Guohui saw Huang Shi sitting at the table, his small eyes shining brightly, and he was drawing something quickly.

She approached curiously, wanting to see clearly the contents of the notebook.

Huang Shi felt his eyes suddenly darken, and Zong Guohui's slightly plump shadow was reflected on the storybook. He raised his head in excitement.

As soon as he saw Zong Guohui's face, Huang Shi instantly remembered the suffering he had suffered that night and couldn't help but feel angry.

Mr. Naihe Thirteen ordered that you must not scare the snake before the script is released.

He gritted his teeth and endured it again.

An ugly smile appeared on his gray face: "Oh, it turns out that Miss Zong is here?! Please sit down, please sit down."

He stood up, and the wooden chair made a rapid and unpleasant creaking sound.

He said he would like to sit down, but there was not a single chair in the small room.

Zong Guohui looked at the plump girl who had just half-outlined and half-shouldered shoulders in the storybook and curled her lips.

Huang Shixiao smiled and put away his notebook: "Haha, just draw whatever you want, draw whatever you want."

Zong Guohui folded his arms and looked at Huang Shi and said: "Boss Huang is so focused on painting casually that he doesn't even notice the guests entering the house."

Huang Shi slowly picked up a few story books scattered aside and put them in the cabinet.

He smiled flatteringly at Zong Guohui and said, "Ms. Zong, please make me laugh. Huang is always serious about painting. If you hadn't blocked Huang's light, I'm afraid Huang might not have noticed it at this time."

He glanced at Zong Guohui with evil intentions and moved his chair towards her with a smile.

Zong Guohui looked at Huang Shi's hair, which was covered in dirt and disheveled, and frowned in disgust.

She covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and said with a smile: "Boss Huang, there is no need to be polite. I came here today to discuss with Boss Huang."

Huang Shi looked from bottom to top, looking at her protruding chest and said, "Oh? Miss Zong, what are your instructions? Why don't you tell me?"

If the Thirteenth Master hadn't allowed him to be exposed in advance, Huang Shi would have wanted to tear his face apart, pin Zong Guohui under him, and force her to submit.

Thinking about how she behaved in a dissolute manner when she was flirting with others behind their backs, and now looking at her aloof and fake aloofness, Huang Shi suddenly felt itchy in his heart.

He moved his neck uncomfortably and pushed the chair in his hand forward.

Zong Guohui felt quite uncomfortable with his gaze, but since she had something to ask for, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and said in a soft voice:

"Boss Huang, I haven't picked up the book that I made with you that day. I guess you have already sold it. Have you made a lot of money?"

Huang Shi glanced at Zong Guohui's slightly tight dress, thinking about the plot he was going to draw next, and instantly understood the purpose of Zong Guohui's visit.

The little man and the splayed eyebrows were only looking for her body, and they were probably already short of money at this time.

He looked at Zong Guohui's hands tightening the veil. A pair of small eyes turned and said:

"Girl, you don't know something. That book is not popular with everyone, and Huang didn't sell any of it. He didn't even earn back the money for the books and ink."

Zong Guohui's face that was trying to hold on to a smile paused for a moment before she forced herself to calm down and said, "How could it be possible? Didn't you say that by increasing the intensity of the painting, it would attract people's attention and make it more popular?!"

Huang Shi looked at Zong Guohui, with a hint of malicious intent flashing through his slightly opened eyes. He came closer to Zong Guohui and said softly:

"But you didn't take Huang's suggestion at the time. The ones you picked were indeed not attractive."

Zong Guohui bit his lip and looked sideways at Huang Shi: "Is it really as you said, not even one of those notebooks was sold?"

Huang Shi nodded and affirmed: "It's absolutely true."

He observed the subtle expression on Zong Guohui's face and stepped away lightly.

"but……"

As expected, Zong Guohui chased after her, and she asked eagerly: "But what?"

Huang Shidou's big eyes narrowed into slits, and he made up his mind. He smiled and said, "But if there are some plots that can be added to the book, I might give it a try, but this is it..."

Huang Shi stretched out his withered right hand, which was full of ink black, and gently twisted it towards Zong Guohui.

Seeing his gesture, Zong Guohui's already small pupils shrank slightly, and she subconsciously stepped back: "Then... no need."

Ning Yu's road has long been blocked, and there is no point in spending money on things.

What's more, I am so short of money that I don't even have a dress to go to the Marquis Mansion to attend the hairpin banquet, so how can I talk about using money to do things?

She rolled her hollow eyes and thought carefully: Do you really want to go to Prince Li's Mansion and meet Prince Li in person?

She lowered her eyes to look at her dusty coarse linen clothes, paused, and then frowned.

Huang Shi came up to her at some point. He bared his black and yellow teeth and said with a lewd smile, "What's the trouble with, girl? Tell me, maybe Huang can do his little bit to help."

Zong Guohui raised his eyes hesitantly.

Then he saw Huang Shi's eyes no longer blocked, staring nakedly up and down at him.

She paused slightly.

Huang Shi rubbed the messy beard on his chin with his fingertips, and glanced around Zong Guohui's chest and waist with his small eyes, lust clearly visible in his eyes.

That day, Master Thirteen punished her severely. I thought Zong Guohui would not come to her door again, but she didn't expect that she would actually come to her door today.

He, Huang Shi, had always taken advantage of the benefits that came to his door.

Besides, Zong Guohui had offended a big shot, and it was inevitable that she would fall into the mud; if it hadn't been for her, she wouldn't have had to suffer so much that day.