Chapter 9

Pei Yuning was like a delicious lamb thrown into a pack of wolves. A dozen male models tried every means to show their charm to her –

some wore special waist chains to seduce her to untie them; some put cute stickers on their half-naked abdominal muscles for her to tear off and play with; some wore cat ear bells and acted innocent and pure and imitated cat meows beside her; some blushed and became shy when they saw her, and then pretended to be aloof and sat motionless on the sofa; some held small cakes to celebrate her staying away from the scumbag…

There were too many to handle. Pei Yuning raised her head and looked at Song Qingyi for help. As a result, all you see is a full Adam’s apple and plump pectoral muscles.

Song Qingyi was standing on the sofa, laughing so hard that she held up her phone to record a video and posted it on her Moments, then set it so that only Shang Heng could see it.

It took Pei Yuning more than ten minutes to walk from the door of the private room to sit on the sofa. It was difficult to describe it with the word “difficult”.

A male model with a puppy-like appearance poured a glass of champagne and raised it to Pei Yuning’s lips to feed her.

Pei Yuning didn’t like having too much physical contact with unfamiliar people, so he took the wine glass and drank it himself.

The blushing and cold male model sitting in the corner stood up, picked up the fruit plate from the table, and handed it to Pei Yuning without saying a word.

Pei Yuning looked up at him and found him to be quite handsome.

But every man she met today would be involuntarily compared to Shang Yanci.

The conclusions reached are unanimous: no one can compare to Shang Yanci.

So much so that she missed him a little now.

Pei Yuning picked up a piece of peach, which was juicy and very sweet.

The male model sitting next to them kept talking to adjust the atmosphere. Pei Yuning thought he was too noisy, so she asked him to go to Song Qingyi.

She looked up at the male model holding a fruit plate in front of her, and raised her delicate chin slightly: “You sit here.”

The blushing and cold male model sat next to her, put down the fruit plate, and poured her wine quietly with red ears.

All the male models who wanted to hook up with Pei Yuning were helpless against her, so Song Qingyi didn’t force them and asked them to come over and play the King’s Game.

The surroundings were mostly quiet, but there were still a few male models who refused to give up. They sat next to Pei Yuning, waiting for a slim chance.

Cupid seemed to have heard Pei Yuning’s thoughts. Her phone vibrated slightly. She picked it up and clicked on it.

Shang Yanci: “Night Addiction” A new brandy arrived on the fourth floor today. Bring Miss Pei to try it next time you meet. You should like the taste. Pei

Yuning read the message once and again.

Shang Yanci is also in Night Addiction now?

Pei Yuning stood up from the sofa and looked at Song Qingyi who was having a great time: “Qingqing, I have something to do, I’ll leave first!”

Song Qingyi heard her cute tone with a rising end, raised her head, only to see Pei Yuning’s black curly hair blown by the wind and her burgundy red skirt through the vertical gap of the private room door that was about to close.

Looking away, Song Qingyi inadvertently saw the quiet male model who had been sitting next to Pei Yuning tonight.

At this moment, his hand, which was stretched out in the air, was slowly retracted as the door of the private room closed. He looked down at the place where Pei Yuning was originally sitting, wondering what he was thinking.

Pei Yuning walked into the lounge and saw Shang Yanci sitting on the sofa by the window.

He was wearing an indigo blue custom-made suit tonight, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose bone. His slightly furrowed brows looked very sexy.

As gentle as jade, elegant and noble.

The two incompatible auras create a unique charm in him.

Pei Yuning, wearing high heels, looked graceful and elegant as she slowly typed a reply in the WeChat chat box with Shang Yanci.

Shang Yanci has been on the chat page between the two of them and has not exited. At this moment, his message is pushed to the top and a new message appears on the chat page, from the other party –

Pei Yuning: [Look up. ］

The next moment after seeing these two words clearly, Shang Yanci raised his head and stretched out his white and slender fingers to gently push the frame of the glasses.

Pei Yuning appeared in his eyes, tilted his head and smiled, his clear eyes were clean and bright, as if the Milky Way was flowing in them.

Shang Yanci stood up, put his phone on the table, raised his hand to motion her to sit down and chat: “Ms. Pei was also in the lounge just now?”

Pei Yuning sat on the sofa opposite him. It was only then that she noticed that there was a bottle of wine and two wine glasses on the table.

The glass of wine in front of her was whiskey. There were no lip marks on the edge of the glass, but it was not ruled out that the other person’s lipstick would not stick to the glass or fade.

Noticing where Pei Yuning’s gaze was, Shang Yanci called the waiter to take away the wine glass in front of her and replaced it with a brand new, clean glass.

Shang Yanci poured a proper amount of brandy into the glass in front of her and said slowly in a mellow voice: “My friend’s wife has a curfew, and he went back after drinking half a glass.”

Although Pei Yuning did not ask anything, she felt that Shang Yanci’s words were meant for her. Another word might be more appropriate – he was “explaining” to her.

He is indeed a smart and considerate gentleman.

I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and it was only eight o’clock in the evening.

The slight discomfort in Pei Yuning’s heart instantly disappeared with Shang Yanci’s explanation.

She took a sip of the brandy in the glass and replied to his first question: “I was on the third floor just now, and came up after seeing your message. This brandy tastes really good, I like it.”

A red lip print appeared on the edge of the wine glass. Shang Yanci took a look and restrainedly looked away: “I heard that the private room on the third floor is very interesting.”

“Really?” Pei Yuning didn’t think deeply about the meaning of his words, and shook her head, “No, I don’t think so, it’s boring.”

The plump red lips were soaked in brandy, like the heart of a Freud rose stained with nectar.

Shang Yanci found it difficult to control his gaze from falling on her. His previous self-control was like falling into a wet swamp. He watched himself slowly sinking clearly.

He let his eyes stare at Pei Yuning wantonly and rudely through a thin layer of lenses.

And she was completely unaware.

Shang Yanci asked casually: “There are many high-quality male models on the third floor tonight. Did you see them before Miss Pei came up?”