Chapter 180: Chapter 153 Ye Zi’s New Skill Chapter 180: Chapter 153 Ye Zi’s New Skill Ye Zi had booked a hotel located in Lower Sands in Hang City, about a ten-minute drive from Technology University.
This was actually a test that Cheng Zhu had set for Ye Zi.
She was currently shooting for so of the older models for the seller’s show.
Originally, all she needed to do was book the sa hotels Cheng Zhu had booked and shoot in the sa settings.
But today, Cheng Zhu asked her to find a hotel closer to her university, which ant she had to pick the shooting location herself.
In the future, he would definitely be busy with other matters and couldn’t possibly arrange every small detail.
The next ti they shot new models, Ye Zi would have to do it independently.
That would be the real test.
You see, after National Day, the overseas business of “Persistent Visit” would gradually kick off.
At that ti, they’d need to choose different models to shoot for different countries.
aning, they’d definitely need to find so foreign models.
In fact, if you go to so photography bases, you’ll find that there are actually quite a lot of foreigners working as models in China, both male and female.
And, these people often shoot products that dostic models might not be willing to shoot.
Therefore, foreign models are quite popular in the QQ community.
Ye Zi was actually both excited and nervous after receiving a WeChat ssage from Cheng Zhu telling her he was on his way.
Because he said he wanted to see her photoshoot results for the day.
By the ti Cheng Zhu arrived at the hotel, Ye Zi was already waiting for him at the elevator on the first floor.
Speaking of which, eting soone at a hotel elevator or having soone wait for you at a hotel elevator, that atmosphere is quite intriguing.
After both of them entered the elevator, Cheng Zhu looked her up and down from top to bottom.
Ye Zi had done a delicate makeup look and had even used a curling iron to curl her hair.
And since that day, she’d even bought a very good lipstick, to prevent her lip makeup from coming off too easily for certain reasons.
Cheng Zhu sniffed lightly, caught the scent of shower gel, and smiled, “Just took a shower?”
“Mhm.” Ye Zi nodded; she’d prepared everything.
After swiping the key card to enter the hotel suite, Cheng Zhu glanced around.
“You had soone clean up the room, didn’t you?” he asked.
Ye Zi nodded again.
After a whole afternoon of shooting, the room was actually quite ssy.
Not to ntion the QQ products strewn everywhere, the bedsheets were also in a bit of disarray.
“Go get your laptop, we’ll look at the pictures on the computer; I’m going to take a shower,” Cheng Zhu instructed.
Ye Zi obediently went to fetch the computer.
But when Cheng Zhu ca out in a bathrobe, he was slightly stunned, “Why did you change into a stepmother dress?”
She was just wearing her casual clothes earlier, whatever was comfortable.
She hadn’t expected that during this interval, she’d changed into the everyday clothes from “Persistent Visit,” however Cheng Zhu felt comfortable.
The shop had many styles of stepmother dresses. There were regular models like the one Liu Mihu had worn last ti, which could barely be worn out directly. There was also the slit model that Ye Zi was wearing now.
The essence of this design is that the back of the dress, like curtains, can be lifted directly.
The store released two color series for this product, one gray and one purple.
Ye Zi chose the purple one today.
Listening to Cheng Zhu’s words, she looked down at herself, thinking he didn’t like it, and asked, “Should I change?”
“No need, it does suit you,” Cheng Zhu waved his hand and sat down on the sofa.
Ye Zi didn’t sit but instead leaned on the coffee table with both hands, causing a certain area to stick up high. She looked back at the computer in this pose.
Cheng Zhu glanced at the round full moon through the “curtains” at the back of the stepmother dress and noticed there seed to be words written underneath, half a character peeking out.
To be precise, it wasn’t written on the skin, but two pieces of paper with words, a bit like talismans, were stuck on the skin.
“Understand” was written there.
He directly lifted the curtain and then couldn’t help but chuckle.
The talisman on the left was inscribed with the word “punishnt,” and that on the right, “reward.”
Cheng Zhu saw the first seller’s show photo on the computer and thought she hadn’t shot it well, so he slapped her left buttock, where “punishnt” was written.
“This one is clearly supposed to be a scrapped photo, you deliberately didn’t delete it and put it first for to see, right?” Cheng Zhu noticed sothing was off after checking a few more photos.
Ye Zi, trembling a little in the legs, turned to look at him and pursed her lips forcefully, silently consenting and openly confessing her “little trick.”
Then, just as she wished, she received another spank.
That’s how Cheng Zhu provided feedback, as if grading howork, from ti to ti giving her a bit of response.
Pia!
In the midst, he glanced behind the curtain and let out a light chuckle.
“Ye Zi, how should I put it? As a person, you get spanked on the butt as a child, and you still get spanked when you grow up.”
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After about ten minutes, Cheng Zhu finally finished looking through all the seller’s show photos.
In the process, he deleted three.
“Ye Zi, your friend’s na is Xixi, right?” Cheng Zhu pointed to a photo and said, “Don’t take pictures from this angle in the future. She’s obviously wearing a prosthesis. From this angle, it will look even more fake.”
“Okay, Boss,” Ye Zi nodded and said, her voice sounding a bit too alluring, each sentence’s ending fluctuating slightly upwards then taking a turn and softly descending—what is called a “plaintive low chant.”
“I’ve heard so prostheses can’t even be burned in cremation, right?” Cheng Zhu was still in the mood to joke, deliberately chatting with Ye Zi.
“Boss, I don’t know, I don’t have any,” she lowered her head to look at her own, then couldn’t even see her toes.
“What did you call ?” Cheng Zhu spoke, then slowly closed the laptop, signaling with this action that their work was over, and they were no longer in a work situation.
He didn’t actually have this kind of fetish himself, he was purely accommodating Ye Zi.
Sure enough, her voice seeping out from her throat like a leak, she uttered those two words.
Those two words scratched out in the emoji packs she often used.
Cheng Zhu casually leaned back on the sofa, his back fully resting against it, and then he looked down at her.
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After showering, Cheng Zhu lit up a cigarette.
New words sprung up in his mind: “Using your chest doesn’t count as giving.”
After snuffing out the cigarette in the ashtray, Cheng Zhu began to tell her to find a foreign female model in a few days.
“I know you have many female resources, but do you even know any foreigners?” Cheng Zhu asked.
Ye Zi pondered for a mont and then said, “Does mixed-race count?”
“Damn, I underestimated you!” Cheng Zhu admitted defeat.
“Which country is she mixed with?” he asked.
“If I rember correctly, she should be… Chinese-French mixed,” Ye Zi answered, not completely sure.
“Do you know her well? Do you think she’d be willing to be a model?” he continued to ask.
Ye Zi genuinely fell into thought.
“What’s the matter, don’t worry about it if it’s not possible. Anyway, there are so many modeling companies nowadays, just go find one directly. Hang City definitely doesn’t lack foreign models, and if all else fails, Wu City has an abundance of them,” Cheng Zhu spoke.
Wu City had a large number of permanent foreign residents.
He had cooperated with several companies in his previous life and was clear about these things.
“Well, this mixed-race girl is a bit special,” Ye Zi glanced at him, revealing a charming smile with a touch of pride, “She seems to like a bit.”
“Huh?” Cheng Zhu didn’t expect to hear such an explosive answer.
“I used to be a bartender at a pub, and she was a custor who hit on and added as a friend. She even asked out to eat a few tis and frequently ssaged to chat.”
“Later, I was introduced to Jiuyin by a friend because Shen Minglang’s offer was truly generous. She ca to Jiuyin twice, but then absolutely refused to co after.”
“Why?” Cheng Zhu asked.
“Because Shen Minglang was always pestering her. Every ti she ca to see , she’d sit at the bar and he’d often deliberately sit next to her to… exhibit his ‘charm’?” Ye Zi said, uncertain.
Hearing this, Cheng Zhu couldn’t help but laugh, probably visualizing the scene.
“But that’s normal. If she doesn’t like n, naturally, she’ll find him annoying,” he nodded slightly.
“Not that, boss. It seems she’s… bi?” Ye Zi winked at him.
In a word—unbelievable!
She likes both n and won, what a player!
Cheng Zhu’s mind involuntarily recalled a past experience of a threeso, which exhausted him.
“So, you think she is qualified to be a model, right?” he asked.
“Yes,” Ye Zi said, “I just don’t know if she’d be willing, because she seems quite wealthy. Anyway, I’ll ask her tomorrow.”
Cheng Zhu nodded, not too concerned about it.
The two of them continued to chat on the sofa. They had just been talking about the bisexual Chinese-French girl, and Ye Zi couldn’t help rembering when she first t Cheng Zhu and Jiang Wanzhou in the bar, she had even… shipped the two of them!
As they chatted, she actually shared her thoughts from that ti.
“At that ti, I thought Little President Jiang looked like a rich obedient student, boss you looked like the campus bully, just like the classic characters from a BL novel.”
Cheng Zhu: “???”
He had feared this from when he was young, playing with Jiang Wanzhou.
“Now you know the answer?” he asked.
“Mhm, I know,” Ye Zi pursed her red lips.
“No, you don’t know,” Cheng Zhu said, pulling her over with force.
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