Ding-ling-ling, the sound of wind chimes rang out.
A mother and daughter walked into the studio hand in hand, and immediately saw a beautiful woman in the studio wearing a loose shirt and a pleated skirt, with a pair of beautiful legs wrapped in thin, shiny, pearly flesh-colored stockings, and sexy silk high heels.
The woman's cheeks were rosy and attractive, full of happiness and sweetness. She was painting facing the bright sunshine and garden outside the window.
The studio was very quiet.
Occasionally, there would be some noise coming from upstairs, as if something was being renovated.
No interruptions.
Yang Rong sat quietly on the sofa in the rest area, looking at the many paintings hanging on the walls of the studio with admiration in her eyes.
Yang Nannan also relaxed, the depression in her body disappeared, and she became bright and cheerful. She looked at the paintings on the wall seriously, drinking milk tea in her hand and blinking frequently.
And soon.
Accompanied by a satisfied yet strange voice, Xu Ruyan finished her painting, sat on the stool to relax, and then noticed the mother and daughter who had walked in and sat down at some point.
Get up.
She packed up her finished painting and let one side of her loose shirt slide down, revealing her shoulders. Her legs were crossed in shiny flesh-colored silk, and her feet were clad in sexy white high heels. She swayed and sat down on the sofa next to the mother and daughter.
"Sister Rongrong."
Xu Ruyan's cheeks were still red, her eyes were serious and bright, and she smiled sweetly, "Good afternoon."
Yang Rong was wearing a stylish long dress, sitting in a seductive yet tense posture. She returned her gaze to the girl in front of her and said with a smile, "Good afternoon."
Xu Ruyan looked at the little girl, blinked her eyes and asked, "How do you feel today, Nannan?"
Yang Nannan put down her milk tea and walked forward to hug her sister.
After taking a deep breath of her sister's fragrance, she felt satisfied and left happily, saying, "I'm fine, sister. You guys chat. I'll go see the painting you just drew."
With that, he skipped away.
"It seems that Nannan really likes this place and likes you guys."
Yang Rong's tone was complicated, and she sighed inexplicably, "I really... envy you..."
Xu Ruyan had smooth hair and was drinking tea, her legs in stockings casually crossed. She smiled happily and said, "If you like, you can come every day in the future."
Yang Rong nodded slightly.
In fact, she also likes this place very much. The scenery is beautiful, the people are pretty, and the environment is quiet. Everything is beautiful, which makes people feel inexplicably relaxed and comfortable.
"Yesterday's painting..."
Xu Ruyan changed the subject and asked with a smile, "Sister Rongrong, are you satisfied?"
That painting...
Yang Rong thought of the unknown things she had done to the painting last night. Her cheeks flushed and she said unnaturally, "It's good. I... am very satisfied..."
More than satisfied.
Last night, she had a dream. In the dream, Mr. Song was hugging her. The dreamlike feeling was so happy, so lingering, so sweet, so warm, and so loving...
"Does Sister Rongrong like it?"
Xu Ruyan stood up and sat down next to the woman, leaning against her, her breath as fragrant as orchid.
"Um…"
Yang Rong felt inexplicably weak physically and mentally, breathing rapidly as she said, "I like it..."
Xu Ruyan bit her lips lightly, her posture very seductive, her bright eyes charming as she asked, "How much do you like it?"
As she spoke, her delicate hand landed on the hem of the woman's skirt and slowly pulled up the white gauze skirt, revealing her beautiful legs wrapped in thin, transparent, shiny black silk stockings and the delicate high heels on her silk feet.
"I like it very much."
Yang Rong regained her composure with difficulty and glanced at the girl. She didn't try to stop the woman's actions, but her rosy cheeks flushed as she whispered, "I love it so much that I dream about that painting."
She grabbed the girl's hand.
Because the hem of her skirt had been pulled down to her thighs by the girl's delicate hands.
"Yan Yan, you are really amazing."
Yang Rong showed off her beautiful legs in stockings in an inexplicably relaxed manner, leaning back on the sofa with a relaxed look on her body and mind. She said, "The paintings are so immersive, it's as if the viewer is inside the painting."
"This is the first time I've seen such painting skills."
She was very fond of art and had been to many art exhibitions and seen many paintings by masters, but this was the first time she had seen a painting of the level of the girl in front of her.
The visual experience is really strong, with a sense of being in a state of perfection and returning to nature.
"Thank you for the compliment, sister."
Xu Ruyan sat upright and said, "Sister's legs are also very beautiful. Mr. Song will definitely like them when he sees them."
The young man from yesterday...
Yang Rong's eyes were lost for a moment, 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."
"It would be great if Nannan could learn something from you."
She paused, thinking of the woman's appearance when she was painting, and couldn't help but shake her head again.
It’s better not to learn this kind of thing.
"It's all thanks to Mr. Song."
Xu Ruyan said with emotion, "Actually, my paintings are not good at all. These paintings hanging on the wall are quite ordinary."
"Just yesterday..."
"That state is amazing. It makes me feel like I've completely transformed."
"I just tried it. I can still draw a master-level painting like that. I just have to get into that state."
"It's tiring."
It is indeed tiring. After all, forcing yourself to paint a master-level painting consumes a lot of physical and mental strength.
Yang Rong said with a slight frown, "Don't teach your daughter this way of painting."
Xu Ruyan smiled.
"Don't worry."
She looked at Nannan and said, "Nannan is still young. Even if she grows up, she may not be able to learn it. After all, my painting style is quite personal."
Yang Rong felt relieved and took a deep breath. "Where's Teacher Wei? Is he still busy next door?"
Xu Ruyan stood up and said, "Well, Sister Wei will be here soon."
Actually it’s not busy.
Wei Xuanxuan has been reducing her consulting work and is focusing more on dealing with the psychological counseling that is left over from previous cases.
"Sister Rongrong, take a look at my new painting."
Xu Ruyan invited.
"good."
Yang Rong had no objection. When she stood up, her skirt slipped down, covering her exposed legs in thin, shiny black stockings. She walked forward with her legs in stockings and her feet in silk high heels intertwined.
Come to the painting.
Yang Nannan was sitting on a stool, staring at the painting intently, her eyes bright.
This is a landscape painting.
The painting shows the garden outside the window, the small pond, the beautiful Yunhu Lake that can be seen at a glance without the wall, and the leisurely afternoon sky.
Anyone who sees such a painting will feel lazy and comfortable.
“What a beautiful painting.”
Yang Rong's eyes lit up, and she said in awe, "This painting is really beautiful. It's clearly a still picture, but it looks like it's moving."
"Especially this small pond. The water is so real, and the carp in it are so delicate and beautiful."
In her opinion, the highlight of the painting is this small pond.
The most amazing thing is the "water". There is a lot of water, and the moist feeling that can be seen with the naked eye is very real.
"nice."
Yang Nannan looked up seriously and said, "Sister, I want to learn."
Xu Ruyan said with a rosy complexion, "Everyone has his or her own painting style and path. You can't learn it."
"Nannan, if you want to learn like this, you have to work hard to forge your own path and form your own style."
This path of hers... belongs only to her...
"oh."
Yang Nannan seemed to be thinking about something, and looked at the painting in front of her again, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Nannan."
Xu Ruyan said softly, "You can start by drawing by yourself, referencing my paintings, and then draw with your heart, drawing what you want to draw."
"You can use these brushes and paints of mine first. They'll make you more familiar with them."
"If you have any questions, you can always ask me."
Yang Nannan's eyes lit up, she nodded seriously, and immediately got busy with great interest.
See this.
Xu Ruyan stopped interrupting and her eyes fell on the beautiful woman with a kind face beside her. She suddenly said, "Sister Rongrong, I want to make a painting with you."
"Can you be my mannequin?"
Mannequin?
Yang Rong's breathing quickened for a moment, and she said softly, "Yes, sure."
Xu Ruyan took the woman's hand and walked forward, saying, "Let's go to the studio inside. Sister needs to change her clothes first."
Yang Nannan ignored the two people's departure.
When we came to the inner studio, it was still bright and bright. Although there were windows, the environment was very secretive, which made it even more private.
"What do you want to draw me like?"
Yang Rong asked casually, looking around the spacious studio in front of her, noticing a lot of strange settings and tools.
“I wanted to paint something more artistic.”
Xu Ruyan took a deep breath and said, "As for what to draw, change your clothes and your sister will know when the time comes."
So, where do you change clothes?
Yang Rong was pulled by the girl next to her to a compartment, opened the door and walked in, and found that it was a large cloakroom and dressing room. There were many different uniforms, stockings and high heels in it, which dazzled the looker.
"Sister Rongrong, what do you want to wear?"
Xu Ruyan's bright eyes were filled with inexplicable anticipation.
"I... can do anything..."
Yang Rong's breathing was rapid, and her voice was trembling as she said, "You are the painter, just make the arrangements. I will follow your instructions."
Xu Ruyan wrapped her arms around the woman's waist from behind, resting her chin on her shoulders, and said intimately, "Sister Rongrong, you can wear whatever you want if you choose. But if you let me decide, don't regret it."
Yang Rong said with a slightly annoyed tone, "Just arrange everything for me."
After all, they are all women, so she is not afraid of anything happening to her. Besides, since she has agreed to be a model, she naturally has to be professional.
To be honest, she was also looking forward to something for some unknown reason.
There must always be some different, controllable experiences and excitement in life to make life more flavorful and colorful.
"Well then..."
Xu Ruyan whispered in her ear, "Sister Rongrong, take off your skirt first. Let me see what you are wearing underneath. Did you listen to what Sister Wei and I told you yesterday..."
Of course... I listened...
Yang Rong recalled the instructions given to her by Teacher Wei and the girl behind her before she left yesterday, as well as her hesitation before going out today and what she was wearing under her skirt. Her body and mind couldn't help but feel weak, and her cheeks became even redder.
It’s nothing actually.
I just wear a little less and feel a little sexy, but it feels pretty good...
The atmosphere here is inexplicable.
Outside.
The studio door was pushed open again, and Wei Xuanxuan walked in wearing a light, slim-fitting dress with a waist and hip skirt, with a pair of thin, translucent, gray silk legs crossed, and her silk feet stepped on exquisite, shiny silver high heels.
The woman's dress is tightly wrapped around her body, which perfectly highlights her curves. The long sleeves of the dress are made of black transparent chiffon, and the hem of the skirt is crossed in front, which is very sexy and pure.
The slender legs in pearly gray silk are shining with an extremely charming luster under the light, and the figure is swaying and moving as she walks in silk high heels.
Such a sexy, beautiful and pure outfit is not suitable for a psychological counselor. Therefore, the woman also wore a white, thin lace hollow cardigan. When she worked, she would sit behind the desk, covering her legs with her coat, and paying great attention to her behavior.
certainly.
Now that I'm done with work, both the psychological counseling room and the art studio are closed to visitors, so there's no need to pay attention to those things anymore.
As for the decorators upstairs, they went up from another entrance at the back of the house and couldn't come down to the studio here.
Wei Xuanxuan was not worried about those things. The first thing she noticed when she came in was the girl who was painting seriously.
"Are you here already..."
She understood, and slowly crossed her beautiful legs in stockings and silk high heels, and came behind Yang Nannan, looking at what the girl was drawing with her clear eyes.
It's a man...
The painting somewhat resembles Song Cheng. It seems that he is quite talented in painting and has a good memory.
Then again, how could one easily forget a man like that after meeting him?
Wei Xuanxuan smiled and did not disturb her daughter from painting. She glanced at the studio with her beautiful eyes, and then walked towards the studio lightly on her silk high heels, swaying her charming figure and perky buttocks.
Yang Nannan looked up at the charming figure leaving, blinked, and then continued painting with a serious expression.
in this way.
After arriving at the studio inside.
Wei Xuanxuan happened to see the cloakroom open, and in her sight, Yang Rong and Xu Ruyan, dressed in shiny black stockings, sexy shirts and hip skirts, with their hair tied up and their heads buried, just walked out.
"Sister Xuanxuan, you're here."
Xu Ruyan smiled sweetly, holding a rope in her hand, the other end of the rope was tied to the hands of the woman next to her.
“What are you doing…”
Wei Xuanxuan stepped forward with a strange look in her eyes.
"Sister Rongrong agreed to be my model."
Xu Ruyan's eyes were bright and charming as she said, "I plan to draw a good picture for Sister Rongrong."
Hearing this.
Wei Xuanxuan looked at the woman with an unnatural expression and rosy cheeks, and said softly, "Ms. Yang, I'm so sorry that Yanyan was so rude to you."
Yang Rong paused, raised her head, took a deep breath, and said softly, "It's okay, I volunteered. Teacher Wei, please don't misunderstand."
Xu Ruyan smiled but said nothing.
Wei Xuanxuan's clear eyes surveyed the woman's uniform and black stockings, and she smiled sweetly as she said, "Even if you're a model, you don't have to dress like this."
Yang Rong subconsciously looked at herself in the mirror and her body and mind trembled.
"fine."
"This outfit feels very different, I... quite like it..."
This reaction.
Wei Xuanxuan understood and knew that the woman was lonely, so she wanted to find something exciting and different.
It seems so.
The man who supports this woman seems to be quite old, and it has been a long time since he and her have been affectionate.
but.
Judging from the previous treatment of Nannan and the many details I learned, this woman still loves the man very much.
Even if the body and mind are difficult to be comforted, we still love deeply.
It seems that this woman's inner complex is that she likes men who are much older, more mature, and like fathers...
Wei Xuanxuan quickly completed the analysis and stopped trying to stop him. She said gently, "As long as it's voluntary."
It's actually unhealthy for a woman to have such an inner complex. If it can be cured, it will also help my daughter's recovery...
After a pause, she gave up the idea.
It is not easy to love someone, not everyone is a man like Song Cheng.
It is better to respect other people's feelings and not interfere.
"Sister Xuanxuan."
Xu Ruyan said seriously: "You came at the right time, you can help me paint."
Yang Rong withdrew her gaze from the mirror, her body and mind inexplicably tense.
"Well, how can I help you?"
Wei Xuanxuan asked softly.
“It’s very simple.”
"Let's arrange Sister Rongrong first."
As Xu Ruyan spoke, she brought the woman beside her to the place with the brightest light, then pulled over a rack and tied the rope in her hand to the top of the rack.
Under the rack, Yang Rong's bound hands were raised above her head, and she was kneeling on the floor with her beautiful black stockings on, her head raised, looking pitiful as if she had been captured, restrained, and interrogated.
“Something is still missing…”
Xu Ruyan looked him up and down, frowning and saying, "What's missing..."
Shyness and awkwardness appeared on Yang Rong's rosy cheeks, but her body and mind were inexplicably more expectant.
“A feeling of brokenness and desolation…”
Wei Xuanxuan reminded gently, hitting the nail on the head.
"That's right."
Xu Ruyan's eyes lit up, she turned around and left quickly, and came back a moment later with a bottle of beauty skin care lotion.
After some processing and dressing up.
Yang Rong knelt down, her eyes blank, a sense of desolation and brokenness permeating her whole body.
Xu Ruyan's beautiful eyes flickered as she said, "Sister Xuanxuan, I'm about to start painting. Please take a picture for me and send it to Mr. Song."
Wei Xuanxuan agreed softly.
Yang Rong came to her senses, opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
in this way.
Here the painting begins.
The other side.
Yunlong Hotel, in a suite with a great view.
After lunch and a rest, Lan Luoyu regained his energy and spirit. He washed up lazily and then sat down on the sofa in the living room.
Taking out her cell phone, she looked at the chat messages and friends on the phone, and her eyes finally fell on Song Cheng's friends.
Jiang Caizhi has returned to Yuncheng. When he video-called her this morning, he said he was exercising. How shameless!
What kind of exercise? I'm afraid he's doing something bad with Song Cheng.
Pooh!
Not only is he shameless, but he's also so disappointing.
She frowned slightly, immediately clicked on Song Cheng's friend and made a video call.
soon.
Video connected.
A man came into view. He was very handsome, with sharp eyebrows and eyes. An inexplicably scary aura came across the screen.
This is…
Song Cheng?
Lan Luoyu suddenly felt inexplicably weak and limp, his breathing became rapid, and a sense of panic swept over his whole body.
"What's up?"
In the video, the man spoke in a deep voice, making the frightening aura that came at him even heavier.
"You, what are you doing..."
Lan Luoyu forced himself to calm down and took a deep breath.
What is this man doing? How could he become so scary? I was so scared that my legs went weak even through the screen.
In front of me, the camera of the mobile phone opposite me was shaking constantly, and the person holding the phone seemed to be enduring something.
"I'm busy. If you have something to say, just tell me."
As Song Cheng finished speaking, his phone slipped and the camera on the opposite side went dark.
"Song Cheng, you..."
Lan Luoyu breathed a sigh of relief, his body and mind limp, and said shyly: "I want to see you and talk to you."
Song Cheng: "I understand."
Dong, the video call was hung up, and silence came back in my ear.
Lan Luoyu opened his mouth without saying a word, his mind flashing with the woman he saw when the phone slipped across from him, and the sudden high-pitched strange voice when the video was hung up.
shameless…
(End of this chapter)
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