Ding ding ding ding ding ding ying lingered.
A mother and daughter walked into the studio hand in hand, and saw at a glance the loose shirt and pleated skirt in the studio. Her beautiful legs were wrapped in thin, shiny pearly and thin flesh-colored stockings. She was tall with silk feet. And a very sexy pretty woman.
The woman's cheeks are rosy and seductive, full of happiness and sweetness, facing the brilliant sunshine and garden outside the window, making paintings.
The interior of the painting room is very quiet.
Occasionally, some noise will come from the upstairs, as if something is being renovated.
No interruption.
Yang Rong sat quietly on the sofa in the lounge area beside her, looking at the many paintings hanging on the walls in the studio, and her eyes were filled with appreciation.
Yang Nannan also relaxed, the depressed aura on her body disappeared, and her whole body became bright and cheerful. She also looked at the painting on the wall seriously, drinking milk tea in her hand, and blinking.
And very soon.
After a satisfied and strange sound, Xu Ruyan completed the painting, sat on the stool and slowly, and then noticed the mother and daughter who came in and sat down at some point.
Get up.
She packed up the finished painting and let the loose shirt slide down on one side of her body, her shoulders exposed, her pair of flesh-colored bright silk legs, her silk feet were swaying in her body, and she came with her swaying figure. The mother and daughter sat down on the sofa next to each other. "Sister Rongrong." Xu Ruyan's cheeks remained rosy, her eyes were serious and bright, and she smiled and said with a smile: "Good afternoon." Yang Rong He was wearing a long dress with a charming and tense sitting posture. His eyes returned to the girl in front of him and said with a smile: "Good afternoon."
Xu Ruyan looked at the little girl and blinked her eyes and said, "How is Nannan feeling today?"
Yang Nannan put down the milk tea and stepped forward to hug the sister in front of her.
After taking a deep breath of fragrance on my sister's body, she was satisfied and left happily and said, "Hello, sister, you guys talk, I'll go see the painting you just drew."
As he said, he jumped away. "It seems that Nannan really likes this place, I like you guys."
Yang Rong's tone was complicated, and she sighed inexplicably, "I really... envy you..."
Xu Ruyan's beautiful hair was soft, drinking tea, her stockings and beautiful legs were folded casually, and she smiled happily, "If you like it, you can do it every day in the future. Come on."
Yang Rong nodded slightly.
In fact, she likes it very much. The scenery is beautiful, the people are beautiful, the environment is quiet, everything is beautiful, making people feel inexplicably relaxed, relaxed, and very comfortable.
"Yesterday's painting..."
Xu Ruyan changed the subject and said with a smile on her eyes: "Are Sister Rongrong still satisfied?"
The painting...
Yang Rong thought of what she had done to the painting last night. The unknown thing, my cheeks couldn't help but rosy, and my expression was unnatural: "It's pretty good, I...is very satisfied..."
It's more than just satisfaction.
After falling asleep last night, she had a dream. In the dream, Mr. Song hugged her. The dream was so happy, so lingering, so sweet, so warm, so loving...
"Does Sister Rongrong like it?"
Xu Ruyan got up and sat down next to the woman, leaning on her delicate body, exhaling as if she was orchid.
"Um..."
Yang Rong felt weak in body and mind, and she breathed rapidly, "I like..."
Xu Ruyan bit her lip lightly, her posture was very attractive and her eyes were bright Charmingly said, "How much do you like it?"
As he spoke, his jade hand fell on the woman's skirt and slowly pulled up the woman's white gauze skirt, allowing the hem of the skirt to be wrapped in thin, shiny black silk, and the beautiful legs and silk feet with charming luster. The delicate slim heels he was stepping on were exposed.
"I like it very much."
Yang Rong came back to her senses with difficulty, looked at the girl, but did not stop the woman's movements, but her rosy cheeks became hot, and she whispered: "I like it so much that I dream. They are all that painting."
She grabbed the girl's hand.
Because the hem of her skirt had been taken off to her thighs by the girl's jade hands.
"Yanyan, you are really intriguing."
Yang Rong inexplicably showed off her beautiful legs in stockings, leaning on the sofa relaxedly, and said in a strange way: "The paintings are so immersive, look at the paintings. The person seems to be in a painting. "
"This is the first time I have seen such painting skills."
She likes art very much, has been to many art exhibitions, but hasn't she seen it yet. The paintings of the young master, but this is the first time I have seen a painting of the girl of this level in front of me.
The view is really strong, and there is a state of being so sophisticated and returning to nature.
"Thank you for your praise, sister." Xu Ruyan sat upright and said, "My sister's legs are also very beautiful. Mr. Song will definitely like it after seeing it."
The young man yesterday...
>Yang Rong's eyes were lost in her mind, and she shook her head slightly and said, "Your painting skills are no worse than those masters, but you are so young, it's really amazing."
"Follow you, if Nannan can learn a little, It's pretty good too."
After a pause, she thought of the woman's appearance when she was painting and couldn't help but shake her head slightly again.
It's better not to learn this. "It's all Mr. Song's credit." Xu Ruyan said with emotion in her eyes: "Actually, my paintings are not good at all. Like these paintings hanging on the wall, they are quite ordinary. .”
"Just yesterday..."
"That state is very wonderful, which makes me feel like I have completely transformed."
"I just tried it. I can still draw master-level drawings, but I have to enter that state OK. "
"It's so tiring."
It's really tiring. After all, forcing a master-level painting to draw a lot of energy and energy.
Yang Rong said angrily, "Don't teach Nannan your painting method."
Xu Ruyan smiled. "Don't worry." She looked at Nannan and said, "Nannan is still young, and even if she grows up, she may not be able to learn it. After all, my painting method is quite personal."
Yang Rong felt relieved and took a deep breath, "Where is Teacher Wei, are you still busy next door?"
Xu Ruyan stood up and said, "Well, Sister Wei will come here later."
>
Actually not busy.
Wei Xuanxuan has been reducing her consultation work, and is more about dealing with the psychological counseling left over from her before. "Sister Rongrong, look at my new painting." Xu Ruyan invited.
"Okay."
Yang Rong had nothing to do with it. When she got up, her skirt slipped down, covering the exposed thin, shiny black stockings legs, and her beautiful legs in the stockings and silk feet were staggered and followed her before.
Come to the painting.
Yang Nannan was sitting on the stool looking at the painting with bright eyes.
This is a landscape painting.
The painting is the garden outside the window, the small pond, and the beautiful clouds and lakes that are clearly visible behind the walls and the leisure sky in the afternoon.
Anyone who sees such a painting will suddenly feel lazy and comfortable. "What a beautiful painting." Yang Rong's eyes lit up and she said in a flash: "The painting is so beautiful. It is obviously a still picture, but it seems to move. "
"Especially in this small pond, the water is so real, and the carp in the water is so exquisite and beautiful."
In her opinion, the finishing touch of this painting is this small pond .
The most amazing thing is "water", which has a lot of water, and the moisture visible to the naked eye is very real.
"Good-looking."
Yang Nannan looked up seriously and said, "Sister, I want to learn."
Xu Ruyan said, "Everyone has their own painting style."
and the road cannot be learned."
"Nannan, if you want to learn this, you must work hard to find your own path and form your own style in the future."
Her path... only belongs to her...
"Oh."
Yang Nannan thought about it and looked at the painting in front of her again, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Nannan."
Xu Ruyan whispered: "You can draw yourself first, refer to my paintings, draw with your own heart, and draw what you want to draw."
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"You can use these brush and paints of mine first, be more familiar with them."
"If you don't know, you can ask me anytime."
Yang Nannan's eyes lit up, she nodded seriously, and improvised. Becoming very busy.
See this.
Xu Ruyan stopped disturbing her, her eyes fell on the beautiful woman beside her with a loving face, and suddenly said, "Sister Rongrong, I want to use you to make a painting."
"Can you be my mannequin?"
Mannequin?
Yang Rong's breathing was rapid and she said softly: "Yeah, yes."
Xu Ruyan took the woman's hand and walked forward: "Let's go to the studio inside, my sister needs to change her clothes first. "
Yang Nannan ignored the departure of the two.
When I came to the interior studio, the room was still bright and bright. Although there were windows, the environment was very secretive and the privacy was stronger. "What do you want to draw me?" Yang Rong asked casually, looking at the spacious studio in front of her, and noticed many strange settings and tools.
"I want to draw something more artistic."
Xu Ruyan took a deep breath: "As for what to draw, change your clothes, my sister will know then."
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So, where to change clothes?
Yang Rong was pulled to a cubicle by the girl beside her, opened the door and walked in, and found that it was a cloakroom with a large space, a dressing room, with all kinds of uniforms, stockings, high heels, and shoes inside. Many, it's dazzling to see. "Sister Rongrong, what do you want to wear?" Xu Ruyan's bright eyes were full of inexplicable expectations.
"I...can do it..."
Yang Rong breathed rapidly and said in a trembling voice: "You are the painter, just make arrangements. I will follow your arrangements."
Xu Ruyan hugged the woman's waist from behind and leaned her chin against the woman's. She behaved intimately, "Sister Rongrong, you can wear whatever you choose. If you want me to decide, don't regret it." Yang Rong said in a angrily tone, "Just arrange for me."
Anyway, they are all women, so she is not afraid of what happened to her. And since she has agreed to be a model, she naturally has to be professional.
Frankly, she was quite expecting something.
There must always be some different experiences and stimulation in life, so that life can be more delicious and colorful.
"That's good..." Xu Ruyan whispered with her ears: "Sister Rongrong, take off her skirt first, let me see what you are wearing inside, and have you listened to me and Wei! My sister’s instructions to you yesterday…”
Of course… I heard…
Yang Rong recalled the instructions that Teacher Wei and the girl behind her had given to her before she left yesterday, and My hesitation before going out today and the outfit under my dress at this moment made me feel weak and my cheeks became even more rosy.
Actually, it's nothing.
I just wear a little bit, it's just a little sexy, and it feels pretty good...
The atmosphere here is inexplicable.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Outside.
The studio door was pushed open again, and Wei Xuanxuan was wearing a thin, slim waist-lengthed dress, crossed with a pair of beautiful legs of thin pearlescent and thin gray silk, and walked in with delicate fine silver slim heels.
The woman's dress is tightly wrapped around her body, and the curves of her body are set off to the fullest. The long sleeves of the dress are black transparent gauze long sleeves, and the front of the hip-covered skirt is crossed, which is very sexy and pure.
The slender pearly and thin gray silk legs shine with an extremely charming luster against the light. As the silk feet and high heels walked forward, their figure was very swaying.
Such sexy, beautiful and pure outfit is not suitable for psychological counselors. Therefore, women are wearing a thin white lace hollow cardigan. They will sit behind the desk and use a coat when working. Covering his legs, paying attention to his behavior.
Of course.
Now that the work is over, both in the psychological counseling room and the studio have already closed their doors to thank guests, so there is no need to pay attention to those.
As for the decorators upstairs, those people went up from another entrance behind the house and couldn't get down to the studio here.
Wei Xuanxuan was not worried about those things. After coming in, she noticed the girl who was painting seriously at first glance.
"Are you here..."
She knew it, and slowly crossed her beautiful legs and silk feet and high heels, and came behind Yang Nannan, looking at her clear eyes with her clear eyes. What the girl is drawing.
He is a man...
The painting looks a bit like Song Cheng. It seems that he is quite talented in painting and has a good memory.
Anotherwise, how can such a man be easily forgotten after seeing him?
Wei Xuanxuan smiled, and did not disturb Nannan's painting. She glanced at the studio while her beautiful eyes were flowing, and then gently stepped on her silk high heels, swaying her enchanting figure and buttocks towards the studio inside.
Yang Nannan looked up at the departing enchanting back, blinked, and then continued to paint with a serious look.
in this way.
After coming to the studio inside.
Wei Xuanxuan happened to see the cloakroom open. In her sight, she was wearing shiny black silk, a sexy shirt and a hip-covered skirt, and her hair was folded up. Yang Rong and Xu Ruyan were just walking out. "Sister Xuanxuan, you're here." Xu Ruyan smiled sweetly, holding the rope in her hand, and the other end of the rope tied the hands of the woman beside her.
"You guys are..."
Wei Xuanxuan stepped forward, her eyes strange.
"Sister Rongrong agreed to be my model."
Xu Ruyan said with bright and charming eyes: "I plan to paint a good painting for Sister Rongrong."
Hearing words.
Wei Xuanxuan looked at the woman who was buried in her head and looked unnatural and had a very rosy cheek, and said softly: "Ms. Yang, I'm so sorry, Yanyan is so rude to you."
Yang Rong paused, raised her head and took a deep breath He took a break and said softly: "It doesn't matter, I'm voluntarily, Teacher Wei doesn't need to misunderstand." Xu Ruyan smiled but said nothing.
Wei Xuanxuan looked up and down at the woman's black silk outfit in uniform at this moment, and said with a smile: "Even if she is a model, she doesn't have to dress like this."
Yang Rong subconsciously He looked at himself in the mirror beside him, his body and mind trembled.
"It's pretty good."
"This outfit feels very different, I... like it very much..."
This reaction.
Wei Xuanxuan knew that she was lonely, so she wanted to find something exciting and different.
That seems to be true.
The man who kept this woman seemed to be quite old, at least he hadn't been in love with this woman for a long time.
However.
From the previous treatment of Nannan and the many details I learned, this woman still loves that man quite well.
Even though it is difficult to get comfort in body and mind, it still loves deeply.
It seems that this woman's inner complex is to like men who are much older and more mature than herself, like her father...
Wei Xuanxuan quickly completed the analysis and stopped stopping it. She said warmly: "It's good to be voluntary."
The woman's inner complex is actually a bit unhealthy. If it can be cured, it will also help Nannan's recovery...
< br>After a pause, she gave up the idea.
Love someone is not easy, not everyone is a man like Song Cheng.
It is better to respect other people's complexes and not interfere.
"Sister Xuanxuan." Xu Ruyan said seriously: "You are here just right, you can help me draw together." Yang Rong withdrew her gaze looking at the mirror, her body and mind were inexplicably tense. "Well, how should I help you?" Wei Xuanxuan asked softly.
"It's very simple."
"Let's put Sister Rongrong first."
Xu Ruyan said, taking the women around her to the brightest place, and then bringing a show of herself to the point of turning the The rope in his hand was tied to the top of the shelf.
Under the stand, Yang Rong's tied hands were raised above her head, and her beautiful black stockings were kneeling on the floor, raising her head, looking pitiful as if she was caught and bound to interrogate.
"It's still a shortcoming..."
Xu Ruyan looked up and down, frowned and said, "What are the shortcomings..."
Shyness and unnaturalness appear on Yang Rong's rosy cheeks, but her body and mind are even more inexplicable.
"Sense of breaking and down-and-out..."
Wei Xuanxuan whispered, reaching the nail on the head.
"Yes."
Xu Ruyan's eyes lit up, she turned around and walked away quickly, and after a moment, she came back with a bottle of beauty and skin care solution.
After some treatment and dressing up.
Yang Rong knelt down, her eyes lost their minds, and a sense of desolation and a sense of breaking out all over her body.
Xu Ruyan's beautiful eyes fluttered and said, "Sister Xuanxuan, I'm going to start painting. Please take a photo for me and send it to Mr. Song."
Wei Xuanxuan agreed softly.
Yang Rong came to her senses, opened her mouth, and finally said nothing.
So.
The painting begins here.
Other side.
Yunlong Hotel, in a suite with a great view.
After lunch, Lan Luoyu recovered her energy after resting, washed up lazily, and then sat down on the sofa in the living room.
Take out her phone, she looked at the chat message and friends on her phone, and her eyes finally fell on Song Cheng's friends.
Jiang Caizhi returned to Yuncheng. When he was playing videos in the morning, he said that he was exercising. He was so shameless.
What kind of exercise is not doing bad things with Song Cheng.
Ph!
Just forget it if you are shameless, you are still so unscrupulous.
She frowned slightly, immediately clicked on Song Cheng's friend and called the video call.
Soon.
Video is connected.
A man came into his eyes, very handsome, with sharp eyes, and inexplicably scary momentum coming across the screen.
This is...
Song Cheng?
Lan Luoyu suddenly felt inexplicably weak, weak, breathing rapidly, and panic swept across her body. "Is there something wrong?" In the video, the man spoke in a deep voice, making the scary aura that was hit harder.
"You, what are you doing..."
Lan Luoyu forced herself to calm down and took a deep breath.
What is this man doing? How could he become so scary? His legs were so scared that he was so weak through the screen.
In front of me, the camera on the opposite phone was trembling constantly, and the person holding the phone seemed to be patient.
"I'm busy, just say something if you have something to do."
Song Cheng finished speaking, his phone slipped down, and the camera on the opposite side became dark.
"Song Cheng, you..."
Lan Luoyu breathed a sigh of relief, her body and mind fell down, and said ashamed: "I want to see you and talk to you."
>Song Cheng: "I understand."
Dong, the video call was hung up, and the reply was quiet in my ears.
Lan Luoyu opened her mouth speechless, and her mind flashed through the woman she saw when the phone opposite just now slipped down, and the strange sound that suddenly became high and loud as the video hanged up.
Shameless...
(This chapter ends)