Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

"You know, this guy's self-control is quite amazing. Even the top show host of your most famous club personally came out to seduce him but failed."

When Jian Yan heard her say this, he suddenly thought of the elegant, cold, fair-skinned male PR named Jiuxiang. The faint fragrance from his body seemed to still linger around his nose.

But the next moment, Tong Ruixiao's suppressed anger flashed through his mind, and he shuddered suddenly.

Forget it. She still wanted to help Xiao Mu grow up and let the girl named Jin Buxi survive. Don't do such inexplicable things as cheating again.

She could sense that Tong Ruixiao had changed a lot since she came back. In the past, he could make a big deal out of a small matter, but now he might not be able to endure it any longer.

Being able to calmly articulate those terrifying ideas in detail shows that they are only a thought away from being put into practice.

So he hurriedly shook his head: "Jiang Shu, don't mention that!"

Seeing her resistance, Meng Jiangshu stopped smiling and asked, "Have you met Jiuxiang?"

Logically speaking, someone like Tong Ruixiao should not let Yanyan see Jiuxiang again.

She went to the hospital to see Jiuxiang last year. The broken ribs were not a big deal and could be cured. However, the scar on his face could not be removed, and his lower body was disabled, so he could no longer work in a nightclub.

While she was feeling regretful, she also felt a chill down her spine. Tong Ruixiao was really ruthless.

Jian Yan didn't understand the complexity in her eyes.

"No, what happened to him?"

She had no interest in a man, and the other party's identity and industry were special, so it was not easy to find someone.

Meng Jiangshu shook her head: "Nothing."

When he turned around and spoke to Mao Wen, his teasing voice lowered into a warning.

"Don't have thoughts that you shouldn't have."

Mao Wentian's blue eyes were as clear as the ocean, and his voice had a foreign accent, very moist: "I understand, President Meng."

Jian Yan left Mao Wen's phone number in her cell phone.

Considering that Tong Ruixiao has been busy with a new project these past two days and came home very late, it’s the right time.

So before leaving, he said to Mao Wen, "Come to the west gate at 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and someone will take you to the room I have prepared, and I will measure you."

But Jian Yan didn't expect that plans could not keep up with changes.

Three o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

She prepared a tape measure and other tools in a sunny side room of the entertainment room, and waited for Mao Wen by the drawing board, but no one showed up at 3:10.

Prepare to call and ask about the situation.

"Boom boom boom!"

She got up when she heard a knock on the door.

As I opened the door, I thought: This person is not punctual, which makes a bad first impression.

But I didn't expect that when I looked up, in addition to Mao Wen, I saw another person's face.

My heart sank suddenly.

Tong Ruixiao stared at her, his voice gentle but oppressive: "Xiao Jian, is this Mr. Mao your guest?"

She looked into his dark eyes and her temples throbbed violently.

I'm so unlucky that I get caught by him every time!

The problem is that Mao Wen must not say anything more to him, otherwise it would be terrible if he knew that this model was actually a one-night-stand male model.

"You're the model I hired. Come in."

She motioned for the two men to enter the room, and deliberately let Tong Ruixiao see the tools and fabrics in the room.

"I've been looking for a model with good proportions to try out the men's clothing I designed. I originally wanted to ask Xiao Mu to come, but he rejected me a few days ago. I had no choice but to find Mao Wen from outside."

The blond, blue-eyed male model nodded and said with a smile, "Ms. Jane hired me to take measurements for fittings."

Tong Ruixiao picked up the tape measure she had prepared on the table and repeated two words: "Measure the body..."

Jian Yan was too familiar with his tone; he was angry.

The focus is also wrong. Normally it should be "trying on clothes" rather than "measuring body"!

She took the tape measure from him, and was displeased by his two words that sounded suspicious and jealous.

I haven't done anything that I shouldn't have done, so there's no reason for people to be so weird about me, right?

It is necessary for fashion designers to take measurements, but do we have to ask the model to take the measurements and then send the data to her? Not only does it waste the other party's time, but the accuracy is also not up to standard!

Seriously said: "Yes, to measure the body, you need to measure the shoulder width, arm circumference, neck circumference, sleeve length, chest circumference, waist circumference, hip circumference..."

As she spoke, she asked Mao Wen to stand over and began to measure.

When measuring the collar, Tong Ruixiao saw the woman's fingers accidentally touch the foreigner's neck, and the foreigner's Adam's apple rolled up and down, which was extremely glaring...

Suddenly he said, "I want to be your model, but I don't know if I'm qualified enough."

The woman stopped moving and looked up at him in disbelief, with a faint smile on her face: "You are busy with work, forget it."

His tone was steady.

"Have time."

After that, he said to Mao Wen: "I'm sorry for wasting your trip. What was the original amount? I'll pay you double."

When Mao Wen heard that he could get paid without working, he smiled and immediately told the number.

Afterwards, Tong Ruixiao asked the housekeeper to pay him and take him away from the villa.

"I agreed with him to pay him monthly, but he doesn't have a job yet, and you gave him two months' salary. Chairman Tong, are you doing charity?"

She put away the tape measure, her brows furrowed like a Sichuan character.

"I thought this was his price for one time." Tong Ruixiao stepped forward and looked at her expressionlessly.

"What do you mean?"

"He's not an ordinary clothing model, but an external model. Xiao Jian, you lied to me."

Jian Yan had nowhere to escape under his dark gaze. She subconsciously stepped back, hitting her waist against the corner of the table and her face turned pale in pain.

I cursed a hundred times in my heart, that Mao Wen is so unreliable that he even exposed his own wealth!

"He didn't say it. I found it out."

Tong Ruixiao saw what she was thinking and explained in a low voice. He picked her up and put his palm on her aching lower back, massaging her tenderly.

Jian Yan opened her eyes wide, as if she had been betrayed, and broke free from his arms: "You found out... You sent someone to follow me? To investigate me?"

"I did follow you, but I didn't arrange for anyone else. I saw you leaving the bar with this model yesterday, and I didn't expect to run into you at your doorstep today. What a coincidence, isn't it?"

It was clearly a question, but the tone was gloomy and there was no intention of asking a question at all.

Her lips trembled.

Feeling strange and frightened: "You followed me... Tong Ruixiao, how did you become like this?"

He was hurt by these words and felt a prick in his heart.

He has changed? How has he changed?

Tong Ruixiao grabbed her wrist, his eyes red, and he suppressed his anger and grievance and said, "It was you who forced me to do this! You lied to me time and time again, and you still want me to believe you as before. You are really going too far."

She has pain in her wrist.

"Is this your reason for stalking someone?! Tong Ruixiao, if you have any sense, just listen to me and tell you the whole story."

"You talk, I'm listening." The man took a deep breath and calmed himself down.