In the darkness, a black figure lurked quietly, secretly watching the development of things.
Suddenly, An Rong's heart curved, and she put her arms around Feng Beijian's neck, and her soft red lips touched Feng Beijian's red lips.
Feng Bei was slightly stunned and frowned secretly, but when he caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eyes, for some reason, a sense of mischief arose in his heart. He then deepened the kiss and kissed An Tingyu passionately in front of her unscrupulously, as if An Tingyu did not exist.
An Tingyu looked straight ahead, standing proudly. A slight breeze blew gently, and the veil at the back of her dress fluttered in a graceful arc. Her skirt danced in the wind, charming and graceful. Her manners were dignified and elegant, and her inner sword was steady. She was not distracted by the 'scenery' in front of her. Her deep eyes were sharp, smart, charming, and her sharp expression was indifferent and calm. Her pair of cold eyes as clear as emerald were hiding a cold light.
An Rongxin's bold behavior made Xing'er blush and turn away uncomfortably, saying, "Miss, let's go! Didn't you just say you weren't feeling well?"
Hearing this, An Rong looked at An Tingyu with a smug look on her face. However, she thought she would see someone who was so embarrassed that he wanted to hide in the ground. But unexpectedly, An Tingyu just raised a slight mocking chuckle and said slowly, "Xing'er, please prepare the pen and ink."
Xing'er didn't understand what he meant, but she hurried back to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
An Rong stared at An Tingyu in confusion, not understanding what she meant.
Feng Beijian crossed his arms and suddenly felt a little bored. However, just as he was about to leave, Xing'er came back. An Tingyu walked to the desk where Xing'er had placed it. Her fair hands gently picked up the brush. Her voice was indifferent and pleasant, "If you two don't mind, please continue the kissing gesture just now. Tingyu will personally draw for you to prove your deep affection."
After saying that, An Tingyu curled her red lips in a sarcastic tone, "You guys are not ashamed at all, what is she, An Tingyu, afraid of?"
When facing a shameless person, you have to use an even more shameless method. Does An Rongxin think that she can scare her or show off in front of her in this way?
It was ridiculous. In past lives, many people pursued art. Whether it was vague or completely nude portraits, which modern person hadn't seen such things? How could she possibly take An Rongxin's childish tricks seriously?
"You...An Tingyu, do you still have any shame? No wonder you got pregnant before marriage, and now you want to give birth to the child, it's really a disgrace to the family." An Rongxin glared at her angrily. If it were a normal woman, she would probably have been scared to tears, but what was wrong with this bitch An Tingyu? If she couldn't use violence, she couldn't use tricks either? Did she have any sense of shame? She stood in front of her so calmly, as if she was used to it. It really infuriated her.
"My dear sister Rong Xin, are you asking why pickled radish is sour? It's true that I'm pregnant, but you can't throw yourself into a man's arms in public just because you envy me for having a child! That would be so embarrassing!" An Tingyu said softly, and her fair hands wrote casually as if playing a game. A sketch of spring scenery suddenly appeared on the originally white paper.
An Tingyu flicked her sleeves gently with an elegant movement, and put down the brush in her hand slowly. Seeing her stop writing, Xing'er immediately stepped forward to serve her. However, Xing'er walked forward and took a casual look. Suddenly, her eyes were filled with some shyness and admiration.
The scattered and simple lines make An Rongxin and Feng Beijian vividly portrayed, with a unique style and clear facial features. However, An Rongxin, who was originally well-dressed, was painted by An Tingyu with her shoulders exposed, delicate and charming, and her curvy figure seemed looming under the gauze, with a few words written on it: The courtyard is like a boudoir, and the woman is like spring light.
Feng Beijian took a curious look at Xing'er's complicated expression. However, he secretly curled his lips. Not only was he not angry, his eyes even had a hint of smile. The courtyard was like a boudoir, and the woman was like spring light. This An Tingyu was not painting for them, she was clearly mocking An Rongxin. In this way, the slap happened to hit An Rongxin's face. If the situation did not allow it, he really wanted to say, "Wonderful."
Although he was also one of the parties involved, this matter was originally a fight between An Rongxin and An Tingyu, and had nothing to do with him. However, such a smart and talented woman...
What a pity, why is he born ugly?
An Tingyu's painting skills were something he had never seen before. She could paint such lifelike portraits, and it was obvious that An Tingyu's talent was unmatched. If it weren't for that ugly face, he wouldn't have tried so hard to reject such a talented woman.
As soon as this painting appeared, Dang Yan, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but smile. In fact, he appeared when An Rong was about to hit An Tingyu. Because Grandpa An was worried that they would meet and An Tingyu would be wronged, he asked him to come over.
Although they met again, they didn't expect the result to be like this.
Not to mention being wronged, An Tingyu in front of him was already doing well by not letting others feel wronged.
On the other side, An Rong was so angry that her eyes were blazing with fire and her brows were furious: "An Tingyu, you damned bitch, no matter what you say today, I will let you know how powerful I am. Let's see if you dare to tease me like this in the future."
Although the painting portrayed her beautifully, the way she was drawn made it seem as if she was a prostitute. She was An Rongxin, the second daughter of the prime minister's mansion, and yet An Tingyu compared her to a prostitute. It really infuriated her.
An Rongxin raised her hand, ready to strike An Tingyu again, but just as her hand was raised, Dang Yan's voice appeared, "Miss, so you are here! The old man is looking for you!"
When Yan's figure appeared, An Rong was suddenly startled. She raised her hand high up without having time to retract it, but she could no longer put it down.
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