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Chapter 146 Pretending to be a male model, is it fun? (Qiu Yu)
Shen Zhaoyi suddenly laughed and poked his chest with her other hand, which was not restrained.

"Is it possible that I'm his boss?"

"I didn't realize!" Qiu Yu feigned surprise, her low voice almost coaxing. "You're so capable, what do you do, little boss?"

"A convoy!"

The woman in front of him suddenly raised her chin triumphantly, like a smug little cat.

Forcing himself not to look at that alluring face, he averted his gaze and praised, "That's pretty impressive."

"I have something even more amazing..." the kitten said, its paws starting to get restless again.

Qiu Yu's temples throbbed, and his intuition told him not to ask.

Pretending not to hear that, he continued discussing the previous question: "Does your team have any good drivers? I heard they can make a lot of money winning a race!"

"You have to win to get it."

"No one in your team has ever won?"

Shen Zhaoyi finally grew tired of this question-and-answer format, let out a soft snort, and suddenly pinched his cheek.

"Why are you asking so many questions? You haven't answered me yet! Are you going to pick me up or not?"

Qiu Yu grabbed her other hand as well, saying, "I can't answer, I'll just keep you company."

"That's a real shame..."

Shen Zhaoyi pouted, broke free, poured herself a full glass of wine, and then suddenly held it to his lips, saying, "Talking is no fun, have a drink."

He's not drunk yet, so it's hard to make a move.

Qiu Yu was about to say no, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the other party seized the opportunity to pour the wine into her mouth.

The result was naturally that half of it was drunk and the other half was spilled.

"Cough, cough cough!" Amber liquid slid down his chin, wetting the fabric of his clothes.

Now it's Shen Zhaoyi's turn.

"oops!"

She exclaimed in surprise and frantically reached for a tissue.

But because he was "drunk," his hands wouldn't obey his commands.

The rubbing didn't reach the right spot: Adam's apple, collarbone, and finally, the heart.

After lighting the fires everywhere, she noticed Qiu Yu's breathing becoming rapid and her face turning bright red, and only then did she realize—

At the very least, this person is a clueless young man who hasn't had much intimate contact with the opposite sex.

So the male model is just a facade.

But why would he willingly agree to accept the identity as I suggested?

Why go to such lengths to put on a show at the club?
Surely it can't be that she's interested in me?

Shen Zhaoyi indulged in her narcissism for a moment, until she saw Qiu Yu awkwardly back away. She pretended to be confused and sad, and asked, "Are you angry?"

"I did not do it on purpose……"

They were quite engrossed in their act, creating a facade that was almost unbelievable.

Qiu Yu's morality and reason were at odds, and in the end she forced herself to say, "No, it's just that the area is wet, I'll move to another spot."

Shen Zhaoyi looked down and saw that almost the entire glass of wine had been spilled, which was indeed quite bad.

She squeezed into the corner of the sofa, and the two of them touched knee to knee.

The distance that had been painstakingly widened was shortened again.

Qiu Yu forced herself to remain calm, telling herself to let it go for the sake of the drunkard, and that important matters were more important.

So he spoke up first: "You're a girl, how did you come up with the idea of ​​leading a racing team? You're exposed to the wind and sun all day long, and you have to travel around to competitions."

"You think you know a lot?"

I learned about it by chance.

Shen Zhaoyi was skeptical, but also felt that there was nothing about this matter that he could lie about.

He simply said that the team was managed by someone else, and he would only be responsible for paying for it.

Qiu Yu suddenly realized.

"Could it be that the person who called you last night was the one who manages your fleet?"

"So, after all this trouble, you care about him?"

Shen Zhaoyi suddenly leaned closer, their noses almost touching. Qiu Yu's heart skipped a beat, thinking she had given herself away. Just as she was about to explain, she heard Shen Zhaoyi say, "Don't worry, I already said he's not my boyfriend."

"So come with me tonight, no one will mind..."

The scent of wine wafted through the air, so close it felt like air itself.

Shen Zhaoyi slightly raised her eyes, her gaze fixed intently on those eyes so close to hers.

The amber pupils reflected the dim light of the private room, revealing a hint of hesitation and tension.

There was even a sliver of hope?
She naturally raised her hand and gently pinched the man's chin.

He pressed his thumb to his lips and slowly wiped it away, finally seeing the tension in those eyes intensify.

Shen Zhaoyi chuckled softly, then her fingers slid down his neck.

The manicure I did last time has grown out a bit, the tips cool as they glide across my Adam's apple and finally land on the clothes that are wet with alcohol.

Tsk, what a pity.

Can't be solved.

After a two-second pause, it turned and went behind its ear.

Qiu Yu felt that sensitive, soft flesh being scratched, and then scratched again.

"you……"

His breathing was clearly panicked at this moment, all his senses and attention were focused on one point, and his mind was almost shut down.

I've never seen anything like this before!
Reason was urging me to push the person away, but my body felt like it was nailed to the spot.

They even find themselves wanting to go further.

Shen Zhaoyi could tell he was compliant. Seeing that he had slipped away enough, she tilted her head back, almost touching his earlobe, and asked again softly, "Are you really a male model?"

Qiu Yu looked conflicted.

In the current situation, am I right or wrong?

Just as he was wavering, Shen Zhaoyi's next move made him give up on thinking altogether.

Those red lips suddenly pressed down.

Instantly separate.

Although her thumb blocked the way, the warmth could still be transmitted.

Qiu Yu shoved the person away abruptly and almost jumped to her feet.

He turned around and met the woman's teasing gaze.

"Is it fun to dress up as a male model?"

The tone was light and airy.

Qiu Yu then realized that she had seen through it all along!
"What do you mean by pretending!" he glared back angrily, but his voice lacked confidence. "Didn't you just assign me an identity the moment you opened your mouth?"

Faced with the beauty's accusation, Shen Zhaoyi recalled something.

That seems to be the case.

But given the circumstances, anyone would have mistaken him at first glance!

Both sides share responsibility for this matter!

She shrugged, her tone innocent: "Since I was wrong, why didn't you explain yourself after all those other chances?"

Shen Zhaoyi really couldn't understand why this man would make the best of a bad situation.

At this moment, Qiu Yu's left and right hemispheres were also engaged in a fierce battle—

One of them said: "Take this opportunity to tell her the truth, clear up the misunderstanding, and let each of us go home."

On the other hand, there was a different opinion: if this woman was on Pei Yan's side, she would definitely tell him about it when she got back.

That kid wouldn't listen to any explanation back then, and now with another misunderstanding, things will only get worse.

It's best not to cause any unnecessary trouble... (Secretary: It's already bad enough)

Qiu Yu clenched her fists, then finally looked away: "There's no need."

Shen Zhaoyi chuckled and tapped her chin with her index finger.

"No need to explain?"

"So you did this on purpose?"

Qiu Yu stepped back, grabbed her wrist, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes: "Weren't you doing this on purpose too?"