Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Pei Yuanchen looked at her expressionlessly.

Ziyi finally realized something was wrong and asked cautiously: Uncle Xiaobao, what's wrong?

You asked seven or eight people to paint me together? His voice was cold and his expression was cold, And these seven or eight people will all see my naked body?

Ziyi thought for a while and said: The studio is very big and will be divided into four areas, with a model in each area, so except for the few people who want to paint you, no one else can see it!

Pei Yuanchen gritted his teeth.

He Ziyi, are you willing to let others see my naked body? He squeezed out these words through his teeth.

Ziyi was a little anxious and explained: No, everyone is just sketching. My classmates are all professional, and most of them are girls.

Generally, people prefer to draw people of the opposite sex because it is easier to inspire them.

Mostly girls... Pei Yuanchen was so angry at these four words that his eyes turned black.

He took a deep breath and barely suppressed the anger boiling in his chest.

This anger came so quickly that even he was a little surprised.

No, it's not just anger, there are other emotions as well.

Uncle Xiaobao... Ziyi's voice became pitiful, It's really okay. My classmates are all serious students. For them, painting is just painting.

Although some students like to make noises, once they enter the creative state, everyone is still very professional.

Otherwise, she would not have asked for his opinion and would have rejected the monitor from the beginning.

Pei Yuanchen stared at her pitiful eyes, feeling helpless in addition to anger in his heart.

This woman really doesn't see anything wrong with this.

And that's exactly the problem.

After a while, he suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly: I'm suddenly busy, so I'm afraid I won't be able to be a model for you.

Even though she is dull, she also knows that this is just an excuse.

Uncle Xiaobao is unwilling to be a model for his classmates.

Ziyi bit her lip: Uncle Xiaobao, you want to regret that I didn't stop you, but I have already agreed with the monitor. If you don't go, some of us won't be able to draw...

Pei Yuanchen sneered: You don't have to do it with me, do you? Can you change it to someone else?

Ziyi hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Okay, I'll find a model for you right now. The man said, searching casually, and quickly zeroed in on a tall boy.

He walked up to the boy and said in a deep voice: Would you like to be a mannequin for a day? Take off your clothes and sit there and let a few women draw you.

The boy looked confused: What?

Do you want to do it now? One thousand yuan an hour.

I……

Ten thousand yuan an hour. If you don't want it, I'll find someone else.

...Do it! The boy's voice was loud and clear.

Pei Yuanchen twitched his lips, took out a bank card and handed it to him: There are about one hundred thousand here, and the password is six six. After you verify it, go to the studio on the third floor and tell the people inside that He Ziyi asked you to go. Yes. Hurry up.

The boy was still confused, but he heard the amount of money clearly.

He took the bank card with trembling hands and said hesitantly: Then... I'll go right away?

Quick. Pei Yuanchen's voice was cold and his eyes were cold.

The boy didn't dare to delay any longer and walked towards the stairs very quickly.

He was halfway up the stairs before he remembered, what did the man just say?

Tell the people inside that He Ziyi asked him to go...

He Ziyi?

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