My daughter is sick.
Yang Rong knew this and blamed himself, but helplessly.
Except for her lover, she has never done anything or lack of care for her daughter, but this cannot be changed.
In the eyes of relatives and friends, she was still a single mother who gave birth to a daughter without getting married. She was always treated with strange eyes, speculations, and rumors.
Her parents did not give her a good look, and naturally, her daughter was also affected.
Although she rarely goes home except for holidays, the family and environment she encounters every time she returns still have an impact on her daughter.
certainly.
She also knew in her heart that her daughter really wanted to have a father to accompany her and want his father's love.
Just…
She was just a lover, and the man didn't have much time to spend with her and her daughter.
Now, her daughter wants her to be the lover of the man in front of her...
Yang Rong subconsciously looked at the young man who was calm, quite elegant, and handsomely, and he was handsome.
Men with such perfect appearance make people unwilling.
Especially women, she is no exception.
Just looking at the other beautiful women present, I don’t have any advantage...
Are these women really the lover of this man?
Yang Rong lost his heart and thoughts, and felt caught off guard about the amazing words of his daughter.
For Yang Yan's words.
Wei Xuanxuan instantly understood the reason why the girl said so, obviously because Song Cheng's appearance brought a different feeling.
In fact, she also felt that Song Cheng was a bit different today.
Today's men have an extraordinarily infectious power that is unclear. Under the infection of this infection, she feels infinite beauty and light, infinite warmth, warmth.
This feeling is really healing people's hearts. I want to come, and suddenly say these words, because of the healing of this infectious power.
In comparison.
Li Qingqing, Bai Jing, and Yao Lanyin seemed much calmer, and they were completely interested bystanders.
Song Cheng insisted on the heart of the little girl, and also understood what the little girl thought. It was nothing more than seeing herself in the future and obsessed with the healing feeling brought by themselves.
Under the gentle effect of the damn ability of the exclusive ability, coupled with the Demon Jun, the strong style allows his ability to improve his ability. Therefore, he can now cure others' hearts by exuding gentleness and gentleness.
In theory, depression is also cured.
It’s just…
He looked at the beautiful woman opposite who was inexplicably awkward, had an unnatural expression, and had slightly rosy cheeks, and shook his head slightly.
"Does Nannan like to draw?"
Song Cheng looked at the little girl sitting in her arms.
"Don't like it."
Yang Yan did not hesitate.
"It's okay if you don't like it."
Song Cheng smiled and said: "I will take you to see a sister painting."
Speaking, he got up and hugged the little girl, and walked towards the scene of the next scene with the women around him.
At the door of the studio.
Shen Yizhen's expression was unnaturally came out, and he met everyone.
A quick glance.
She didn't know why and said: "What's going on?"
Song Cheng simply said: "Go in and look at the paintings."
Look at painting?
Shen Yizhen coughed and said: "Look at what you want, don't look at anything good, just walk around."
Xu Ruyan is painting inside.
How can the paintings be viewed by others, especially when there is a mother and daughter, an outsider, who cannot look at them randomly or be disturbed.
She raised her hand to drive him away without any politeness.
Song Cheng is thinking: "It's inconvenient?"
Shen Yi didn't have a good breath: "You know, just go away."
Such an attitude.
Bai Jing couldn't help but asked softly: "Qingqing, who is this..."
Yao Lanyin was also surprised.
After all, the man in front of him is so unusual, but the woman's words and deeds are very polite.
"She is Shim Ye-jin."
Li Qingqing felt the familiar tone and voice of the woman, and it was clear that his breathing was anxious: "It is the woman of the President Song, the real woman."
Real women, apparently, are women who are completely eaten.
But even if you are eaten, you shouldn't be so polite.
Yao Lanyin frowned slightly.
Unless he is a wife, otherwise, as a lover, you must have a lover's consciousness, how can he talk to the owner so.
But then again, a million a day and a lifetime protection fund are given, which shows how good Song Cheng is to the women around him and is willing to give so much. It seems that he really likes and loves the women around him.
Those who are loved are always confident.
She was clear, but she thought that Ms. Shen Yizhen did not get the fund guarantee given by Song.
Isn't it love enough?
Otherwise, Song Chenggang said how could he not love enough for women's investment funds.
Shake his head slightly.
Yao Lanyin looked thoughtful, probably understanding the way Song Cheng got along with these women.
It's really pet, really love.
In all her years of living, she has never been so pampered by a man...
Thinking of this, her eyes couldn't help but become distracted.
at the same time.
Bai Jing's thoughts were also wandering.
She can feel that the man in front of him is definitely not the kind of man who has no temper.
Just in the car, that sentence ordered her to be herself, which made her feel the man's temper, as well as the meaning that could not be rejected in the peace.
It's not that he has no temper. On the contrary, this man has a big temper. It's so big that it scares her, causing her body and mind to tremble. It's something she's never seen before. She's frightened, and she instinctively desires to be conquered by the man's big temper.
Such a powerful man is so polite now, which makes her quite envious, surprised, accidental.
If it were me...
Her breathing was rapid, her silk legs were weak, and she didn't dare to fantasize anymore.
Women have different thoughts.
Even Yang Rong was surprised, and looked up at the beautiful woman who had just talked to herself in front of her.
"Let Yan Yan clean up."
Faced with Shen Yizhen's expulsion, Song Cheng laughed and said: "I won't go in yet."
Shen Yizhen paused and sighed: "Okay, you wait."
After that, he returned to the studio.
Wei Xuanxuan also followed in and looked at the situation.
Song Cheng shook his head, looked at the little girl who came back, and said warmly: "Nanny, do you like Teacher Wei?"
Yang Nannan nodded seriously and said: "I like it."
Yang Rong couldn't help but said: "I really like Teacher Wei. I have taken her to find a lot of psychologists and consultants, but to those people, I always say nothing. Talk to communication "
Song Cheng laughed: "So why is Mr. Wei different?"
Yang Rong hesitated and said: "Teacher Wei is very gentle, careful and very good."
Yang Nannan shook her head and said: "Sister Wei is very similar to my brother, but my brother is better."
What?
Yang Rong is unknown.
"Happiness."
Song Cheng laughed: "The happiness and beauty of Teacher Wei are sufficient, so even the uncle was infected, his mood became better, and he was willing to speak and communicate."
Yang Nannan nodded, looked at the woman beside her and said, "Mom doesn't have this feeling. Of the three sisters, this one is the only one who has it."
Li Qingqing was accused, thinking of yesterday's experience, and Song Cheng's lingering several times.
At that time, my body and mind were indeed very happy.
Now, I am really obsessed with this kind of happiness and beauty, unable to extricate themselves, and always feel emotional, exuding charming spring feelings from the inside out.
"Mom, I want you to be happy and beautiful too."
Yang Yan blinked: "Being a brother who is a brother, you can also be as happy and beautiful as Sister Wei."
Yang Rong breathed a meal, his eyes flickered: "Don't talk anymore."
Song Cheng didn't care, touched the girl's hair, and continued: "So, you don't need me to accompany you, it's the same if you stay with these sisters."
"This Sister Yanyan is a painter. If you are willing, you can come here to learn to draw paintings. Sister Yan Yan will accompany you, and you will gradually get better in the future."
Yang Nannan said disappointedly: "After all, my brother just doesn't want my mother."
Yang Rong was shameful.
Song Cheng simply hugged the girl into the studio and said casually: "I rarely grab others' things."
There are many paintings in the studio.
In the afternoon, the sun was sprinkled in through the window, the room was bright and cool, and the front was facing the beautiful Yunhu Lake.
In sight.
Behind a drawing board.
Xu Ruyan was sitting and painting, and she was blocked a lot. She could only see a pair of separated oil -brightened gray silk legs and silk feet high heels.
Women are around.
Wei Xuanxuan and Shen Yizhen are tightly together, holding each other's beautiful legs in shiny flesh-colored silk stockings and beautiful legs in fine shiny black silk stockings. They are stepping on 12cm stiletto heels with all their strength. Their eyes are fixed on the drawing board, their cheeks are inexplicably rosy, and their expressions are Too charming.
"How did you get in?"
Shen Yizhen raised her head and took a deep breath: "Don't come over yet, Yanyan hasn't finished painting yet."
Wei Xuanxuan also looked up, the charming spring in her clear eyes was overflowing, and she whispered softly: "Mr. Song, Yanyan still needs a little time."
To this. Song Cheng raised his eyebrows and asked as he walked forward: "What are you drawing?"
Behind the drawing board.
Xu Ruyan's eyes were lost, the brushes in his hand kept moving, and said, "Hurry ... Okay ..."
Shen Yizhen couldn't stand anymore, and quickly stepped forward: "If you say you won't let you come in, walk away, don't see it."
Yang Nannan was curious.
Yang Rong was also strange.
Li Qingqing couldn't help it anymore and simply went forward to check. Then his eyes widened and he lost his language.
This painting ... too good ...
She looked at the painting in front of her, and thought of yesterday afternoon. She looked stunned, as if returning to yesterday afternoon, and replaced Meng Anni at the time.
See this.
Bai Jing and Yao Lanyin also calmly came forward to check, and then his eyes widened, surprised, his breathing was rapid, and he was lost.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
This makes Yang Rong curious.
What are you drawing?
She couldn't hold it any longer, so she immediately stepped forward to check. As expected, no one said a word.
To this.
Shen Yizhen didn't stop her, she just stopped Song Cheng and the little girl, very firmly.
"Okay, we'll just stop watching."
Song Cheng was helpless.
"I want to see."
Yang Nannan was very curious.
"What are you looking at?"
Shen Yizhen was polite: "Is the homework finished? Watch it if the psychological disease is good."
Yang Nannan was dissatisfied.
Song Cheng laughed without saying a word, holding the little girl on the sofa on the rest area, and instructed: "Pour water."
Shen Yizhen rolled her eyes, sat down and poured water obediently, and then drank it herself.
Snap!
Song Cheng slapped the woman's beautiful black stocking legs.
Shen Yizhen's body trembled, and her eyes shouted: "Hate."
Song Cheng smiled and looked at the little girl: "How, do you like this?"
Yang Nannan nodded, blinked and said, "But I still want to spend more time with you, brother."
Song Cheng sighed: "This is impossible."
Yang Yan lost his way: "Then, then you can't always trouble these sisters. If the mother is also a brother's woman, then the mother will be as happy as then. In this case, there will be a mother to accompany me, I will be better and faster." < br>
Shen Yizhen has passed tea, hehe: "It makes sense, you are really smart."
Song Cheng drank tea and laughed, "It's really smart."
Yang Nannan's eyes lit up and she said: "Brother agreed?"
Song Cheng shook his head.
Shen Yizhen watched the excitement without taking it too seriously and joked: "If he wants your mother to be his woman, he will only consider it if your mother kneels down and begs him."
Song Cheng is unswerving.
Yang Yan said seriously: "Okay, I will persuade my mother."
Shen Yizhen asked curiously: "So what's going on with your mother?"
Yang Yan looked at the lap of the painting board with the painting board. The whole person was very tight mother and said calmly: "Mother has me with a man, and then she is raised by that man."
"
Shen Yizhen waited for a while and asked, "What next?"
Yang Yan turned back: "No, it's just that, it's just that."
Shen Yizhen looked at her and said, "You don't look big, so why are you suffering from depression? Could it be that that man is not good to you?"
Yang Yan shook his head and said, "That man will give my mother a million every year, and love my mother very much."
Shen Yizhen dismissed: "One million yuan a year? What about you? Look at your brother, and be his woman, one million a day."
Yang Yan has no concept of one million.
"Forget it, you don't understand even if I tell you."
Shen Yizhen yawned: "In short, your mother is big."
On this occasion.
An exclamation sounded, coming from Xu Ruyan behind the drawing board.
Song Cheng looked up, but because the painting board was covered, he couldn't see what happened.
However, the women who were staying with Xu Ruyan were all acting strangely. They seemed to have been standing for a long time, and they were staggering to help each other up, dripping with sweat.
"The painting is finished."
Shen Yizhen felt confused and suddenly hit the man next to her, saying with unclear meaning: "It's all your fault."
Song Cheng laughed: "So what did you draw?"
Shen Yizhen said disgustedly: "Go and see for yourself."
Song Cheng simply put down his daughter and stood up to check.
Yang Yan also has to keep up.
Shen Yizhen hugged the little girl in her arms and said with a smile: "Little guy, I don't think you look like depression."
Yang Yan disappointed: "I don't want to talk to you."
Shen Yizhen immediately scratched the itch and said with a smile: "If you don't say anything, then I'll tickle you until you say it."
Yang Nannan struggled.
Shen Yizhen kept making moves while holding the little girl in her arms.
at the same time.
After Song Cheng came to the drawing board, next to the women, he glanced at Xu Ruyan, who was sitting on the stool and felt powerless, the brush in her hand falling to the ground, and Teacher Wei, who was leaning into his arms, and his eyes shifted to the paintings on the drawing board.
The painting is yourself, and it is a paintings, which is lifelike.
There is also a woman in the painting, but the woman's face is not complete, because the woman is leaning against his arms, holding his head with both hands holding his head, and kissing him up.
so.
This is a painting of himself holding a woman and kissing her.
The painting is very good, and he and the woman are portrayed very vividly and vividly.
Even better.
Song Cheng was able to see clearly, and felt that the painting poured all the whole of Xu Ruyan. Therefore, the realm of this painting has reached the master level, which makes people invest in their own eyes and indulged in.
With this painting, Xu Ruyan is already a master of painting, and the painting skills have reached the level of the master.
Such a transformation, such a reborn improvement...
He thought of the ability effect of strong style. Anyone who surrenders to him can get a random improvement effect. In addition, there is also the lucky halo effect of the exclusive ability "Strong Luck". Therefore, Xu Ruyan's painting skills will suddenly improve. to master level.
This is pretty cool.
He admired the woman's paintings with satisfaction, smiling.
And in front of me.
After experiencing the impact of beauty and happiness in Xu Ruyan's paintings, the women recovered one after another.
The most unnatural one was Yang Rong, who lowered her head and looked shameless in front of others.
Yao Lanyin exhaled softly and said: "This painting... is really artistic. If it were auctioned, it would be worth at least ten million..."
Bai Jing's eyes were like silk, her breathing hurriedly, trembling: "Who is the woman in the painting ..."
Li Qingqing's intention is still unfinished.
Wei Xuanxuan felt the hands holding her waist, her body and mind felt so weak that she was unable to speak.
"The woman in the painting..."
Xu Ruyan softened her body, leaned against a familiar embrace, and said in a charming voice: "It's all the people who look at the painting."
in short.
The woman in the words can't see clearly, so it can be anyone.
When any woman looks at this painting, her mind will sink into the transformation and become the woman in the painting.
"Not bad."
Song Cheng stroked his hair from his beauty painter and laughed: "This painting is amazing, it is rare."
Wei Xuanxuan's clear eyes were charming and she said softly: "Mr. Song, Yanyan did such a good job on this painting, she should be given some rewards."
Song Cheng nodded and said: "That makes sense. What does Yanyan want?"
Xu Ruyan stood up with difficulty, turned around gracefully, and said with a sweet smile: "Whatever President Song gives, Yanyan wants."
Song Cheng took the girl into his arms and kissed her.
After some lingering.
Xu Ruyan was extremely satisfied physically and mentally, her whole face was rosy and radiant, and she was even more beautiful and charming.
See this.
Yao Lanyin suddenly said: "President Song, can this painting be given to me? I want to observe day and night, and experience it well."
Li Qingqing took a deep breath: "With President Song here, we don't need this painting. Who needs it the most..."
She looked at the woman who was lowering her head.
Seeing this, all the women looked at Yang Rong.
Feel the gaze.
Yang Rong trembled physically and mentally. She raised her head with difficulty, her eyes trembled, and she breathed quickly and said: "I, I don't need it, I don't have that much money."
Song Cheng smiled and said simply: "If you like it, I can give it to you."
Yang Rong looked at the painting and opened her mouth without saying anything.
She wanted to refuse, but she couldn't say the words of refusal. She was very honest in body and mind, with great desire and desire.
This painting is really great.
The man in front of you really looks like a painting in the painting?
She subconsciously looked at the perfect man holding two charming women in her arms, and her body and mind were unbearable, and she felt inexplicably thirsty.
Are you sorry for being like this, Brother Jun...
However, the army brother is old ...
(End of this chapter)