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

"I didn't lie to you. I really needed a model. I asked a friend who had access to models to introduce me to a model, but she misunderstood and thought I wanted to spend the night with her. Among a group of male models, Mao Wen said that his main job was to model clothes. I didn't want to waste time and other people's resources to find a new model, so I agreed to hire him."

"Yesterday was the first time we met, and we agreed to come to my house today to get measured."

Perhaps it was because she was sincere, or perhaps it was because the word "home" comforted him, Tong Ruixiao's tense expression relaxed.

He looked at her, and she stared back without any guilt.

His eyes flashed: "Okay, I believe you have nothing to do with him."

He held her in a hug, stroked her hair, and kissed her ear.

"I will believe whatever you say."

"Just Jane, don't let me down again and again."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was hiding a lot of anger, which resulted in such restrained calmness with ripples.

Jian Yan: "Although I insist that both parties in a marriage have their own affairs, the nature of our marriage is no longer a marriage, but a marriage that I choose to maintain. I will not go beyond the rules during the marriage."

To be honest, she didn't dare.

She had never thought of this before, but now she had lost her system. Once she died in this world, she would be dead forever.

Tong Ruixiao has a pretty good temper, but if he's really pushed into a corner, he'll definitely be more difficult to deal with than Jian Yao.

She could not forget the shock and horror brought by his words "I want to kill him, and you too", and her scalp would tingle every time she thought of it.

If he hadn't thought about it, he, with his reserved and restrained personality, would never say such words.

He listened to her and realized that it was his own nervousness that caused the mistake.

He let her go and apologized: "I was wrong about you today. I'm sorry."

"That's not the only mistake you made."

"Yeah, and. I shouldn't have stalked you."

She stared at him seriously: "You know I hate stalking. If your way of caring for someone and loving someone is to spy on her, then you are no different from Si Yanchen."

Si Yanchen, that evil beast...

She actually compared him with Si Yanchen!

Tong Ruixiao felt as if a knife was stabbed into his body. His pupils contracted, his breathing trembled with pain, and he couldn't move.

After a long while, he managed to say with a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry. I apologize to you. If I treat you like this again in the future, then... then..."

It is impossible to name a punishment.

She pulled the corner of her mouth coldly, "I will completely leave people like you."

The moment he said this, his eyes turned red.

He held her hand, afraid she would leave. His eyes were pleading, but his actions were extremely firm, "I promise I won't do it again."

Only then did Jian Yan curl the corners of his mouth, and warmth returned to his cold eyes.

She waved a tape measure in front of him and said, "You fired him. You have to be patient and be my model. You can't leave during working hours. I'm not easy to fool."

"Every day?"

He took off his suit jacket and wore only a decent white shirt. Because it was summer, the shirt was very thin and would be see-through if he didn't have a sleeveless bottom underneath.

She walked behind him and measured his shoulder width. "Didn't Mao Wen tell you? Once every three days, half a day each time, so it's convenient for me to alter the clothes."

"Well, I thought I was different from him and had different requirements."

It sounds a bit arrogant.

"We are all models, Mr. Tong. Don't treat us specially!" Her hands moved skillfully and swiftly, and she recorded the measurements quickly without any delay because of talking.

While measuring her collar, she felt a burning gaze above her head. She looked up at him and met a pair of deep, enchanting eyes.

Then he went to record it, and as he wrote, he said, "I'm measuring it for you, what are you looking at me for?"

"I want to see how you measure it."

She paused for a moment, and if it weren't for the second half of the sentence that followed, she would have almost thought he was saying sweet words.

"The punctuation is quite ambiguous." He joked.

Tong Ruixiao pursed her lips and said nothing.

My heart beats like thunder.

Then, she measured his chest circumference, passed the tape through his armpits and intersected it at his chest, pinched her fingers together, and read out the data: "109.1cm."

Seeing his chest as if facing a great enemy, Jian Yan chuckled: "How tall is it?"

He thought about it carefully. The last time he measured his height was a long time ago. "My net height is 187.5 cm, so it's 187."

"Don't we all like to round up? Why are you counting lower?" She raised her eyebrows.

Tong Ruixiao was puzzled: "What's the use of being one centimeter taller? Why do you have to exaggerate it so much?"

Only those who are empty and inadequate will try every means to let others know that they are sufficient.

She covered her lips with her hands, a smile gathered between her brows: "That's right."

Those who work hard on their inner selves will have nothing to ask for outside, and those who beautify themselves on the outside will have nothing inside.

The more they got along, the more she felt that Tong Ruixiao was an interesting person, different from the ones she had met before.

He seems to always maintain a gentle demeanor and a humble attitude, and has the ability to match it.

It can be considered excellent.

Enough to attract her.

After he finished speaking, he asked in confusion: "Why do you ask about my height?"

Jian Yan: "I heard from Mr. Meng that 'height multiplied by 0.61 is the standard chest circumference of a male model'. However, I think the general requirements for models don't seem to be that high."

"Based on your height, the standard chest circumference is 114.07cm. But you look healthy and strong now, so I think her requirement is quite strict."

As he spoke, he thought to himself: As expected of Mr. Meng, he has such strict requirements for male models. She will enjoy it.

Tong Ruixiao was silent for a long time. After she finished recording, she began to measure her waist. He suddenly held her hand and said seriously, "If you like, I can continue to build muscle."

He has been seriously shaping his body since the last time, thinking that the current state is just right and that too much will disgust her, so he has been maintaining this level of muscle.

I didn't expect that I didn't train my chest muscles enough.

She likes big ones.

"!"

Jian Yan's pupils trembled, and she felt as if the back of her hand was burned, and she almost bounced away immediately. She turned her head away in panic and blinked quickly: "What nonsense are you talking about..."

Although everyone loves beauty, this is something we can only ask of ourselves and not others.

The man put his hand that she had shaken away against hers again and held it tightly, and the warmth of their palms met.

"I promised to serve you, so of course I have to meet your requirements."

For some reason, her face began to heat up, and she lowered her voice and pretended to be angry: "I don't have such a request... Let go of my hand, I haven't finished measuring yet."

Finally, I got him to let go, lowered my eyes, and measured his waist again, writing it down on the paper: "75cm."

I couldn't help but whisper a compliment while writing it.

"Nice waist."

Hearing the compliment, he pursed his lips and remained silent, looking a little serious. However, his ears turned red quietly, his waist and abdomen were tense due to nervousness, and his chest muscles also stretched out his suit shirt, making him look restrained and astringent.

"..."