She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

Soon, a row of young men in white shirts and black trousers stood in front of Shen Weicang.

Under the eager gazes of the crowd, she looked around in confusion, and finally shook her head: "Forget it, let them go."

There’s nothing good to see. I don’t know why my mother is so concerned about it.

Shen Weicang learned from his experience and decided to burn a few good-looking paper men when the time comes.

Seeing that she didn't like any of them, the foreman waved his hand to send them away and asked cautiously, "Ms. Shen, don't you like any of these?"

“Not good looking.”

Shen Weicang was concise and straightforward in his evaluation: "Not as good-looking as my bodyguard."

The foreman looked at Shen Weicang's bodyguard, who immediately straightened his head and chest and stood upright with his hands behind his back with an air of dignity.

She complained in her heart: "I can't be worse than the bodyguard..."

Shen Weicang didn't realize that they had misunderstood what she said. The bodyguards she was talking about were Cen Jing and Pei Zhenchi. These people were indeed very different from the two of them.

"Ms. Shen, we have a good-looking guy here. I'll bring him in for you to see."

The foreman hurried out of the box, grabbed someone and asked, "Is Zhou Yunli here today?"

"What do you want from me?"

Zhou Yunli’s portrayal of a poor student working part-time jobs everywhere in front of Tang Yunwei was not entirely a character setting, but what happened in the Night Club a few days ago was real acting.

"Come with me," before Zhou Yunli could react, the foreman dragged him towards Shen Weicang's box.

"A rich girl came here, and her standards are a bit high. I brought all the good-looking ones over here, but she didn't like them."

Zhou Yunli broke away from her: "Then why are you looking for me? I'm not your employee."

Seeing him turn around and walk downstairs, the foreman chased after him and said, "No, he came here specifically for our male PR. Do you have the heart to disappoint him?"

Zhou Yunli: "I'm not a male PR."

He shook off the foreman's hand again and was about to walk down the stairs when the door of the box suddenly opened and a female voice came:

"It's okay, I can go out and play by myself. Zhenchi, don't you have a lot of things to deal with? There's no need to rush back to accompany me."

Zhou Yunli stopped and turned around to look. A girl wearing an oatmeal-colored knitted long-sleeved shirt and a denim skirt walked to the elevator door.

From his angle, one could only see her straight nose and part of her profile hidden by her hair.

Amid the foreman's surprised look, he walked hurriedly over there.

Pei Zhenchi was still talking to Shen Weicang on the phone, and Shen Weicang lost his patience:

"Zhen Chi, what did you say? My signal here is not very good, I can't hear you clearly, I will call you when I have time."

After that, she hung up the phone directly. Just as she was about to walk into the elevator, she heard the bodyguard's voice: "Who are you?"

When Zhou Yunli saw the girl turned around in surprise, he said nervously, "I am... my name is Zhou Yunli."

The girl in front of him had loose, smooth black hair and bangs on her forehead that made her look like a child who had just reached adulthood. Against the backdrop of her black hair, her fair little face looked like a lotus emerging from water.

Those peach blossom eyes looked at Zhou Yunli curiously, making him feel hot all over. He suspected that his face had turned red, and he lowered his head slightly in embarrassment.

The foreman finally reacted and came over to introduce: "Miss Shen, this is our best-looking... um, best-looking male model."

Then, she turned to Zhou Yunli and said, "This is Miss Shen, why don't you say hello?"

"Miss Shen."

Zhou Yunli's palms were sweating from nervousness.

He wanted to tidy up his image, but Miss Shen was looking at him now, and he was too embarrassed to move, so he had to stand straight in front of Shen Weicang like a soldier being inspected.

The supervisor frowned, wanting to remind him not to be so stiff and to be more gentle when facing the customers.

However, Shen Weicang seemed to be very interested and took Zhou Yunli's hand: "If you had told me earlier that there was something so beautiful here, you wouldn't have wasted my time."

The foreman was very tactful and quickly realized that Miss Shen actually liked this kind of cool style.

She hurriedly led the group back to the original box: "Please forgive me, Miss Shen. I didn't dare to let him come over just now. He has a cold temper, and I was worried that he would offend Miss Shen."

Zhou Yunli was anxious, worried that Miss Shen would have a bad impression of him. He was about to explain that he was not cold at all, but he heard Shen Weicang snort coldly:

"I like this. I've seen a lot of people with too soft tempers. They're not interesting at all."

She was not lying. Pei Zhenchi and the others were very obedient to her, and she was indeed a little tired of them. It was not surprising to see someone with a bit of personality like this occasionally and feel a little fresh.

The words that were about to come out of Zhou Yunli's mouth were blocked again, and she had to continue to play the role of the flower of Gaoling.

The two sat down on the sofa, and Shen Weicang asked the bodyguard to stand at the door. The moment the door closed, Zhou Yunli's heart trembled.

"What services do you have here?" Shen Weicang asked curiously, "Can you sing and dance?"

Zhou Yunli wanted to nod, but firstly, his character didn't allow it, and secondly, he really didn't know how to do it, so he said two words in a stiff voice: "No."

After saying this, he felt a little annoyed that his tone was too cold. Would it make Miss Shen sad?

Zhou Yunli secretly observed Shen Weicang with his peripheral vision, and did not see any disappointment or sadness on her face. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard her say in a vicious voice:

"You're already a male model, why don't you improve your professional skills? Today I just want to hear you sing and watch you dance, you have to learn even if you don't know how!"

Zhou Yunli pondered his tone and continued to grit his teeth tentatively: "Ms. Shen, I am not selling my body, I am just working here part-time, please respect me."

Immediately, his wrist was grabbed by Shen Weicang's thin white fingers: "Don't pretend in front of me. You are already here, so why are you still so noble? You have to sing if I tell you to!"

Zhou Yunli stood up reluctantly and was dragged aside by Shen Weicang. His eyes were always fixed on Shen Weicang's hand. After a long time, he raised his head stubbornly and stood there motionless.

Shen Weicang rolled his eyes: "You sing well, I can give you money."

Seeing that the other party was unmoved, she tempted him again: "As long as you are obedient, you can follow me in the future. It's much better than being here."

Zhou Yunli seemed to be greatly humiliated, and looked at her with a pair of starry eyes: "Ms. Shen, I have an independent personality and will not accept your support."

The more he acted like this, the more interesting Shen Weicang found it. She turned around and sat back on the sofa:

"Did you see my bodyguard just now? If you don't want to suffer, you'd better obey me when I'm in a good mood. Otherwise, you still have to obey me even if you get beaten. I don't like to see people singing and dancing with bruises on their faces."

Zhou Yunli would rather die than surrender: "Ms. Shen, I told you, I make clean money..."

Before he could finish his words, Shen Weicang suddenly stood up again, walked over and slapped him impatiently: "I advised you kindly, but you didn't listen. You insisted on suffering, right?"

Zhou Yunli was much taller than her, but Shen Weicang was wearing high heels today, so she could reach the tip of his nose by tilting her head back. She slapped him so hard that Zhou Yunli staggered.

He was a little dazed; this was the first time he was beaten since he was sixteen.

Zhou Yunli's mother had some mental illness and would beat him when she was emotionally unstable. When he was young, he was powerless to resist. This was the darkest experience in his memory.