Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Pei Yuanchen looked at her expressionlessly.

Ziyi finally realized that it was wrong and asked carefully: "Uncle Xiaobao, what's wrong?"

"You let seven or eight people paint me together?" His voice was cold and his expression was cold, "And these seven or eight people will see my luo body?"

Zi Yi thought about it and said, "The studio is very large, and it will be divided into four areas, one model in each area, so no one can see it except the few people who want to paint you!"

Pei Yuanchen gritted his teeth.

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

Zi Yi was anxious and explained: "No, everyone just draws sketches. My classmates are very professional and mostly girls."

In general, everyone loves drawing opposite **** more, because it is easier to inspire.

"Most girls..." Pei Yuanchen was blackened by these four words.

He breathed out a deep breath, only to suppress the tumbling anger in his chest.

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

No, not just anger, but some other emotions.

"Uncle Xiaobao..." Zi Yi's voice became very pitiful. "It's really okay. My classmates are serious students. For them, drawing is just drawing."

Although some students love to coax, but once they enter the state of creation, everyone is still very professional.

Otherwise, she would not ask him for his opinion, and refused the squad leader at the beginning.

Pei Yuanchen stared at her pitiful eyes, and there was nothing but anger in his heart.

This woman really doesn't think there is a problem with this matter.

And this is precisely the problem.

For a while, he laughed at himself suddenly: "I suddenly have something wrong, I'm afraid I can't be your model."

Rao is dull as she knows this is just an excuse.

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

Zi Yi bit her lip: "Uncle Xiaobao, you want to regret that I won't stop you, but I told the squad leader well, if you don't go, some of us can't draw..."

Pei Yuanchen sneered with a sneer: "Isn't it necessary to ask me? Is it possible to change others?"

Zi Yi hesitated and nodded.

"Okay, I'll find a model for you." The man said, searching casually, and quickly aimed at a tall boy.

He walked up to the boy and said in a deep voice: "Will you be a mannequin for a day? Take off all the silly and sit there and let some women paint you."

The boy's face was inexplicable: "What?"

"Right now, can you do it? One thousand dollars per hour."

"I……"

"Ten thousand dollars an hour. If you don't want to, I will go find someone else."

"...Do it!" The boy's voice thundered.

Pei Yuanchen twitched his mouth, took out a bank card and handed it to him: "There are about one hundred thousand here, the password is six or six, after you verify it, go to the studio on the third floor and tell the person inside that Hezi should let you go Yes. Hurry up."

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

He shook his hand and took the bank card, hesitantly said: "Then... shall I go?"

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

The boys didn't dare to delay anymore and walked very towards the stairs.

He remembered it only halfway upstairs. What did the man just say?

Tell the people inside that He Ziyi let him go...

He Ziyi?

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