Chapter 129:
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After eating breakfast, Pei Yuzhou didn’t go out.
He was wearing loungewear, a lazy and casual gray shirt paired with black trousers, looking less aloof and distant than when he was out.
Meng Shuyou asked curiously, “Don’t you have to go to the company today?”
Pei Yuzhou leaned back on the sofa, flipping through the Wall Street Journal at hand, “Even the boss needs to rest, you really think I’m a god?”
Miss Meng couldn’t help but mutter softly, “If you didn’t say it, I really would have thought so. Who made your stamina so good.”
Pei Yuzhou raised his hand, fingertips together and curved, beckoning her, “Come here.”
“What?” Meng Shuyou asked as she unconsciously walked toward him.
Pei Yuzhou pulled her wrist and had her sit on his lap, his strong arm wrapping around her slender waist, “When is the art exhibition?”
Meng Shuyou was held in his arms, his warm breath against her cheek, her thoughts slowing for two seconds before she answered: “Early next month, the second.”
Pei Yuzhou’s palm rubbed slowly against her lower jaw, “When you come here, call the driver to pick you up.”
“Mm.”
Meng Shuyou felt a bit itchy from his touch, dodged his hand, and turned her head only to meet his gaze.
Looking at his eyes up close, they were even more deep and captivating, his facial outline sharply defined, his brows and eyes handsome, his nose bridge high, and even his lip shape perfect without flaw.
She suddenly had an idea, “It would be great if you could model for me.”
Then she could definitely paint even more realistically.
Of course, Meng Shuyou just thought about it; there’s no way he would agree.
Pei Yuzhou pinched her earlobe and played with it, “What reward will you give me?”
“I can’t afford your reward.”
“How can’t you afford it? Only you can.” He whispered in the little girl’s ear, “Be more proactive…”
Meng Shuyou’s neck felt slightly hot, and she embarrassedly pushed him away, “You think about that all day…”
Pei Yuzhou raised his brow, “Don’t you like it too?”
Meng Shuyou’s face flushed red, unable to deny it. Indeed, being with him, they were very compatible and enjoyable in that aspect.
He wasn’t the type to only care about his own pleasure; except for that one time when he was angry and went a bit rough, other times he always considered her feelings.
“Will you really model for me?” she asked.
Pei Yuzhou agreed, “I can when I have time later.”
Meng Shuyou’s eyes lit up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned to his lips and kissed him, “Thank you, Mister Pei!”
Pei Yuzhou’s eye corner curved slightly, “So happy?”
Meng Shuyou nodded, “Mm.”
His face was a work of art; Madam Kasa had always wanted him to model, but he never agreed.
Tina passed by the living room and saw them hugging and being intimate, so she didn’t go over to disturb them.
Having worked here for a few years, she had never seen Mister so approachable; when he looked at Miss Elara, there was clearly gentleness and indulgence in his eyes.
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Meng Shuyou’s flight back to Chicago was at three forty in the afternoon.
After lunch, she went upstairs to sleep for over an hour, set an alarm clock for one thirty, and got up after waking to pack her things.
The clothes in the suitcase didn’t get used; she originally thought she could wear them last night, but she got drunk.
Pei Yuzhou’s birthday had passed, so they weren’t needed anymore.
Meng Shuyou took out the skirt and was about to hang it in the wardrobe when the door was pushed open from outside.
Glancing at the man’s figure standing in the doorway, she quickly stuffed the clothes into the cabinet.
Pei Yuzhou caught her little action, he walked into the room, “What are you hiding?”
Meng Shuyou shook her head guiltily, “Nothing.”
“What clothes can’t I see?” Pei Yuzhou said as he opened the wardrobe door on the other side, his gaze landing straight on that strapless short skirt that was different from the other clothes, somewhat surprised, “You brought it?”
“I…” Meng Shuyou lowered her eyes uncomfortably.
“You brought it all this way, it’d be a pity not to wear it.” Pei Yuzhou took out the clothes, pulled her wrist toward the bed, “Don’t go.”
Meng Shuyou was pressed onto the bed by him, kisses falling overwhelmingly, dominant and urgent.
She mumbled unclearly, “I’ll… miss the airplane…”
Pei Yuzhou kissed down her neck, “I’ll take you; you can leave whenever you want.”
His private plane had free passage within America.
