Chapter 189 Painting on her back
Meng Ying's cheeks were hot, "When did you set it up."
"That day, this picture was a hot search. I I saw what he had posted on Weibo and saved it.”
Meng Ying also thought this picture was taken very well. Lin Yu was very good at taking it, and the whole picture was very atmospheric. Seeing him. Used as interface wallpaper, the woman kept curling her lips as she continued to slide the software.
Opened his WeChat.
Liang Jincong’s WeChat account is very simple.
Workgroup.
Family.
Liang Xibei and Ying Lanxue chatted most frequently.
The one at the top is Meng Ying.
Looking at the chat interface between the two on his own mobile phone and on Liang Jincong's mobile phone, they have two completely different feelings.
And Meng Ying discovered that the background image of Liang Jincong’s chat interface was also her.
On the night of the film festival, she was wearing a black haute couture dress and running to the car in the underground garage. At that time, a station lady captured her.
Meng Ying looked around, and finally clicked on a website. She looked at the overlapping figures on it, full of 18+ aura, and then clicked her tongue twice as if she had caught his tail, "What is this?" ?”
“Liang Jincong, you watch pornographic films!”
Sure enough, man’s nature!
"Tell me! Have you ever tipped a late-night female anchor?"
"No." He paused and looked at her faintly, "I have only tipped one female anchor."< br>
“Who?”
“Very vague, faceless, likes to read poetry, very pretentious. When I gave her a gift, she was reading a Song poem called Qingpingle.”< br>
Meng Ying: "."
Isn't this me?
Her "Who do you think is pretentious?"
"If you don't be pretentious, read those sour and cliché words every day."
"Mr. Heir, your family has not had this since childhood. Have you cultivated literature and art? ”
"Cultivated."
"Miss Meng, are there any watercolor paints in your room?"
"Let you see my literature and art."
"Yes , There is it in the warehouse at home." Meng Ying didn't know what he wanted to do, but it did exist at home. "Meng Ying asked Liang Jincong to wait here for a while, and went to the warehouse on the first floor to find a set of paints.
Liang Jincong asked her to lie on the bed, and took off her bear pajamas and threw them casually on the sofa. Meng Ying was a little nervous, not knowing what he was going to do. When she felt a warm touch on her back, her eyelashes trembled slightly
The light in the bedroom is very bright.
The illuminated woman's back was as white as porcelain and as delicate as mutton-fat jade, with almost no flaws visible. His fingers slowly stroked the attractive waistline on her slender waist.
Her body was very sensitive, and she immediately had a slight reaction. She buried her face deeply in the pillow and felt the warmth and dryness of the man's palm on her shoulder blades.
She didn’t understand, with a little unknown excitement and excitement, she took a deep breath and murmured, "What are you going to do?"
The man had slender fingers, holding the brush, stained with it. paint on her back.
She felt it.
A drop of water-like liquid fell on her porcelain-white back, and then the brush quickly outlined and blended the color.
Itchy, very itchy.
It is as if the sense of touch is amplified.
It is the brush held in the man's hand.
It was also the palm of his other hand that was pressing on her waist, which was a little calloused.
Double touch.
A bit exciting.
The woolen brush was soft and he painted on her back.
Meng Ying's fingers grabbed the sheets.
The shoulders, neck, and back could not help but tremble and tighten, and then slowly relaxed in his warm, hoarse whisper.
Meng Ying didn’t know what he was drawing.
The paint on the back is thick, and the lines are outlined from her shoulders and neck to her waist. I don’t know how long it has passed. Her face is covered with a thin layer of sweat, her pupils are also washed by sweat, and her long black hair , pressed against her chest, keeping her back clean.
She felt the hair pricking her chest and itching.
That brush seems to have some magic power.
Unexpectedly, in the man's fingers, slowly, the pen edge slowly went down along the bones of her spine. "Well..." She was so stimulated that she wanted to turn over, but was pressed down hard by the man's palm.
“Good boy, I haven’t finished the painting yet, wait a moment.”
Liang Jincong’s voice was hoarse, his lips and teeth were dry, and his deep gaze fell on the woman’s back. , the touch under his palm was soft and greasy to the bone, fine silk and satin, perfect suet jade were not enough to describe the scene in front of him.
Her skin, which was originally smooth and fair, was now covered with a layer of light pink, and she was so lustful.
Before he finished the painting, he couldn't help but lower his head and gently kissed the woman's waist with his thin lips.
I felt her shaking more and more violently.
The little face was buried deeper into the soft pillow.
Liang Jincong’s Adam’s apple rolled twice quickly.
His eyes were hot.
You can almost imagine that this woman's face buried under the pillow is red, and the ends of her eyes are also red. She looks so beautiful and attractive.
I don’t know how long it has been.
Meng Ying felt that her endurance had reached its limit.
She wanted to turn over.
Want to see what he drew on her back.
The brush was itchy, including the paint, and she was very sensitive. She endured every stroke she made.
That brush doesn’t look like a brush.
At this moment it seems like...
A bone scraper.
“Okay.”
The last touch, the finishing touch.
Landed on her waist.
Here is the signature.
His name.
——Liang Jincong.
Liang Jincong picked up his mobile phone, held it high, and took a photo.
The sound was so quiet that Meng Ying could hear the sound of taking pictures. She hurriedly wanted to take a look and saw Liang Jincong put down his phone.
Then, pick her up.
One hand passed through her neck and the other hand was in the crook of her leg.
Avoid the painting behind.
Meng Ying's face was red.
The same goes for Liang Jincong, who obviously didn’t do anything. Both of them had a layer of light red blood and flesh all over their bodies, especially the man’s arms, which had prickly veins and congested muscles. He seemed to be exerting all his strength. He restrained himself before placing her in front of the dressing mirror.
Meng Ying turned around and looked behind her.
Almost the entire back is like a canvas, a field of brilliantly blooming red wild roses, beautiful and flamboyant colors, rich and gorgeous, with green branches and vines. Finally, the thinnest part of the waist is also her most sensitive. place.
Three words left, Liang Jincong.
Meng Ying kept looking at the dressing mirror, her eyes falling on her back. Her eyes widened in confusion, her fingers tightly grasping the corners of his shirt. The flowers on her back were thick, and the color seemed to stain her cheeks. Liang Jincong also looked in the mirror, then slowly lowered his head, pressing his thin lips against her ear bones, "Miss Meng, how was my art class?"
"Yeah."
Meng Ying said, "But it's such a pity. I can't stay. I have to leave tomorrow, and I will definitely have to take a shower by tomorrow morning at the latest."
She really felt it was a pity.
“Do you like it?”
"Yeah." Meng Ying naturally liked it.
Liang Jincong turned around and went to the closet, found a white sheet, spread it on the bed, and lay on it with Meng Ying in his arms. He had just finished painting, and the thick ink behind his back was stained on the bed sheet.
The red rose leaves a deep color.
Liang Jincong held the pen and bent down to draw his name. The imprint was reversed, but the roses were already blooming so eye-catchingly that he wrote his name again.
“Stay, Miss Meng.”
"Can you give me this?" Meng Ying pointed to the sheets.
"No." He curled his lips, "Because I want to hang it in my bedroom. Miss Meng, you and I won't be able to see each other for a long time."
His tone The gentleness in her low voice did not hide the deep affection in her eyes, "Ms. Meng, I will miss you very much."