Chapter 52 Chapter 52 He Songfeng, you smell so good, it makes me...
Samuel turned around and found that the purple flowers and green vines clustered like raindrops blocked his vision, preventing him from seeing He Songfeng's beautiful face directly.
He pointed his fingers at He Songfeng's temples. He Songfeng lowered his eyelids, allowing Samuel to get closer to him and help him pick apart the small, beautiful wisteria flowers.
At the end of Samuel's action, He Songfeng raised his hand, gently placed it on the back of Samuel's hand, and led him to continue the action. This long string of flowers was stuffed into the hair, making everything perfect and in line with Samuel's ideas.
The two people's fingers were pressed together, fiddling with the gaps in the soft hair ambiguously, and after finding a position among the countless gaps, they inserted it straight in.
His fingers went straight in and out again and again, leaving something behind before he pulled his hand away.
The wisteria hairpin was faintly visible in He Songfeng's hairband.
The light golden hair was fluttering, and the perfect color and pattern gave it a presence that was neither too light nor too heavy. She existed quietly and obediently in the men's sight.
He Songfeng does not compete for presence, but only shows her powerless beauty when men look at her.
"Angel, are you attending the show today?" Dou Mingxu asked.
"Yes, uncle, he asked you hello, but you ignored him."
Samuel sat down with his arm against He Songfeng's arm.
At this time, the waiter knocked on the door, waited for a moment, opened the door and came in, knelt beside, lowered his head to serve tea to the three people, and pushed it steadily onto the table.
"Huh? How come I didn't know about this? Were you there?" Sai Mingxi once again threw the question to He Songfeng and asked him instead of Samuel.
"Yes, uncle, I'm sure you ignored him."
Samuel answered immediately with dissatisfaction.
Dou Mingxu's expression darkened when Samuel responded twice.
Because of his mixed blood, his eyes are brown and black, which makes him look even more moody.
This gloomy feeling was clearly reflected in Samuel's clear and bright green eyes.
"Samuel, I know you want to give your lover an identity, but if she is just a decoration that can't express herself, she won't show any value."
The bottom of the teacup that Dou Mingxu was holding hit the table at an inopportune moment, like an alarm going off.
Samuel's upright and flamboyant back suddenly contracted.
His head was pressed down by the bottom of the teacup, and his palms on his knees were clenched into fists. He was unwilling to accept it, but he had to squeeze out a reluctant apology from his throat: "You are teaching me a lesson, Uncle Lambert."
His fists clenched tighter and tighter, his face turned ashen, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched in dissatisfaction.
Hidden anger seeped out from between his clenched fingers.
"So...what do you think about today's show?" Dou Mingxu looked at He Songfeng.
He Songfeng immediately looked at Samuel.
Samuel was not in a good state, completely immersed in the anger of being slapped in the face and humiliated by Dou Mingxu in public.
He Songfeng leaned his head towards Samuel, his back lower than Samuel's, almost lying down.
He folded his hands helplessly on Samuel's fists, crouched low in Samuel's arms, and asked softly for his opinion: "Mr. Samuel, do you need my answer?"
Samuel's vain masculinity and masterly demeanor were quickly revived against the backdrop of He Songfeng's helplessness and weakness.
He said generously: "Whatever your uncle asks you, just answer truthfully."
"Yes." He Songfeng nodded slightly.
"Mr. Lambert, I think today's show is not perfect. It is mediocre and even fails in terms of visual communication design."
Dou Mingxu became interested and sat up straight, asking, "Oh? Why?"
Dou Mingxu's question directly touched upon He Songfeng's expertise. He was already quite knowledgeable about art history and artistic styles.
Even his group assignment was to plan an art exhibition in writing.
He Songfeng took a deep breath, organized his words for about half a minute, and quickly went over what he was going to say next in his head before he began to explain seriously:
"The clothing brand's clothing style belongs to the Baroque style, a popular art form in Europe in the 17th century. Its characteristics are court-like, exaggerated luxury and splendor. This style connects the Renaissance style above and the Rococo style below, and has a lot of room for maneuver. In painting, it requires bold lines and unrestrained dynamics."
"I think today's show layout is still too restrained. It should be more suitable for structuralism, abstractionism and pop art in modern art, simple but fashionable enough."
He Songfeng's speech was fluent and clear, and he spoke with confidence and composure.
He didn't have the timidity that he had when he was with Samuel, which made him feel unfamiliar.
He Songfeng asked his puzzled question: "So why is this happening? The clothes are all stunningly beautifully designed, so why is the venue chosen to be in an art museum that focuses on modern art? Is it a lack of funds or a lack of timely and thorough communication?"
He Songfeng spoke a lot with great enthusiasm. This was completely his professional field, and he became more and more confident.
It also made Dou Mingxu more interested in him.
Because she is a smart, beautiful - "special - woman".
But Dou Mingxu is a straight man.
Samuel began tapping He Songfeng's thigh with his fingers, signaling him not to show off too much.
After receiving the reminder, He Songfeng immediately stopped and returned to his previous docility.
He held the cup with both hands and took a sip of water silently, carefully concealing even the sound of swallowing, for fear of disturbing the two people at the table.
After confirming that He Songfeng would not continue to express himself, Dou Mingxu slowly took over the conversation and asked with a smile:
"Want to know?"
He Songfeng paused while drinking water, but because of Samuel, he only dared to raise his eyes. With his tearful eyes covered with tea mist, he blinked twice silently as a nod.
"The brand's visual director was arrested for commercial corruption. He was just caught."
After saying this, Dou Mingxu couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
Only after confirming that Dou Mingxu and Samuel were laughing did He Songfeng dare to suppress his laughter in the name of joining them.
Then he silently complained in his heart that this kind of hierarchical drinking party is troublesome. He has to take care of Samuel's machismo and the emotions of the other guests.
Knock knock——
The waiter knocked on the door as a reminder.
After about three to five seconds of reaction time, the person outside pushed open the door, adjusted the tea set on the table, and served sake to the two men at the table. At the same time, a new waiter came in, knelt in the corner and served the first plate of appetizers.
Without any introduction, after finishing their own tasks, they left quickly, handing the private space back to their owners.
A little beautiful meal, a hungry beautiful person.
According to the rules, the appetizer, which can be eaten in half a bite, can only be eaten after Dou Mingxu confirms that the meal is about to begin.
The two men chatted for a long time about some family problems over a glass of sake.
He Songfeng secretly wrote two Chinese characters on Samuel's thigh to express his dissatisfaction.
【bad】【person】
Samuel grabbed the naughty fingers, took a break from the conversation to give a brief soothing look, and patted the back of his hand.
Although he didn't understand Chinese, he understood He Songfeng's temper.
Samuel spread his palm, pointed his five fingers at the white plate, and asked, "Uncle Lambert, what do you think of today's meal?"
"Why not let Angel give her evaluation?" Dou Mingxu made a gesture of invitation.
He Songfeng finally decided not to suppress his emotions anymore, and he let out his suppressed temper through his narrow throat, letting it burst out in a small burst:
“I haven’t eaten it, so I don’t know.”
No honorifics, no polite words.
He Songfeng still had that timid attitude, but his expression had fallen in grievance, and his smile was swallowed up by his hungry stomach.
Dou Mingxu's eyes were half-closed, hiding the overly focused gaze in his pupils. The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, so much so that he had to clench his fists and cover the corners of his mouth to pretend coughing.
Samuel would also indulge He Songfeng's little temper, and he helped He Songfeng urge Dou Mingxu to start the meal.
Perfection is boring.
In addition to having a perfect performance, he must occasionally reveal some harmless little temper, which will make men find him interesting.
He Songfeng finally had his first meal of the day.
Cold, sour, and a little spicy.
Fortunately, the second dish was served quickly. Although it still wasn’t very delicious, it was at least hot.
The men were still drinking, their thumb-deep glasses being refilled one after another, and the spicy smell lingered in the air for a long time.
The main course only had a few bites, and as a decoration, He Songfeng needed to maintain his image. He couldn't eat it all at once, as it would make him look inexperienced.
Having nothing to do, he simply took the wine jug from the waiter and considerately warmed and poured wine for the two men at the table.
Hold the handle of the pot with your left hand, support the bottom of the pot with your right hand, and carefully pour the wine into the cup.
The cuffs of the kimono were a little too big for He Songfeng's slender arms.
Sometimes when He Songfeng opened his sleeves too early, his line of sight could see straight through the sleeves into the deepest part of his arms. His arms were white and tender, and his skin was so clean that there was very little hair.
Like a washed lotus root, it makes people want to take a bite for no reason.
It was unclear whether it was intentional seduction, but Dou Mingxu had indeed been staring at that spot for a long time, and He Songfeng just let him stare until the glass of wine was refilled.
If you want to continue watching, the method is very simple.
That means finishing the wine in the glass and asking He Songfeng to pour another one.
After all, He Songfeng is not a professional wine pourer. Many times, it is inevitable that the wine will fly out uncontrollably and splash on the sides of Samuel's fingertips.
He Songfeng would immediately put down the wine jug and lean into Samuel's arms, supporting himself on the tatami with his two thin arms. He would lean down again and again, lower his head to kiss the fingertips, and suck away the wet liquid with his tongue.
Samuel's hand fell on He Songfeng's waist, and with a gentle stroke, He Songfeng would consciously bend his waist.
The tight waist and hips of the kimono were already very good at holding his waistline. When He Songfeng knelt down and lay prone, his plump and voluptuous buttocks were tightly wrapped by the hem of the kimono, and the white geometric line pattern like fireworks bloomed, slapping on both sides of his fleshy buttocks in a sensual manner.
Samuel raised his eyebrows and chuckled calmly at Dou Mingxu, openly showing his lover's obedience and passion to him.
It was more like showing off than displaying, which greatly satisfied Samuel's ego.
Samuel raised He Songfeng just for this moment, to see others, especially those who are higher than him in status, looking at him with envy.
While chatting and laughing, He Songfeng easily regained his innocent look of a faint smile.
He picked up the wine jug again, crossed the table and poured wine for Dou Mingxu.
This time, a few drops of wine spilled on Dou Mingxu's hand.
Dou Mingxu had a rather meaningful smile on his face, which contained very complicated emotions, not just disgust or like.
He Songfeng immediately looked at a loss, looking at the splash of liquid in confusion and helplessness.
Fortunately, Dou Mingxu did not make things difficult for He Songfeng. He wiped it dry with a towel himself.
He Songfeng breathed a sigh of relief, bowed slightly, and thanked Dou Mingxu for his care.
The little episode passed quickly.
Dou Mingxu drank one glass after another, and Samuel had to keep drinking with him.
As they drank, both of them looked drunk.
After all, older people are better at drinking. Soon, Samuel stood up shakily with the help of the wall, shaking his body and muttering something like "I don't want to drink anymore!"
"Mr. Samuel, you are drunk. Let me help you..."
Samuel waved his hands and said stubbornly, "I'm not! I'm not drunk!"
"So what are you going to do?"
He Songfeng stood up along with Samuel, and nervously moved closer to He Songfeng to observe him.
"Drank too much and need to pee urgently."
Samuel pushed open the door of the room and, led by the waiter, staggered towards the bathroom.
He Songfeng turned his head and Dou Mingxu was also looking at him.
Now it was time for the two of them to be alone.
Dou Mingxu waved and motioned He Songfeng to sit over.
He Songfeng obediently moved over and knelt beside him, with his hands placed flat in front of him.
Dou Mingxu stretched out his hand, and He Songfeng closed his eyes nervously.
The warm hand went around He Songfeng's hair bun, helped him remove the wisteria flowers from his hair and redecorate his temples.
"Samuel's taste is really bad. He has always been the worst in the family."
He Songfeng opened his eyes and looked at Dou Mingxu in confusion.
After making eye contact for no more than three seconds, He Songfeng turned to the table, picked up the wine jug, and said, "I'll pour you some wine."
"Are you majoring in oil painting?" Dou Mingxu asked.
Dou Mingxu picked up the wine glass with his right hand and accepted He Songfeng's goodwill.
The other hand lazily fiddled with the wisteria flowers on He Songfeng's temples, and through the thin gauze covering the flowers, he caressed He Songfeng's cheek wantonly.
He Songfeng nodded, "Yes."
"Haha." Dou Mingxu laughed suddenly. "You... when I asked you, you should answer Baroque painting, not exhibition planning and visual design."
He bluntly pointed out the loopholes in He Songfeng's lies.
He Songfeng's hand holding the wine trembled uneasily. He knew he was about to spill the wine, so he immediately changed the hand holding the pot to his left hand holding the handle and his right hand to block the opening.
The wine did not splash onto Dou Mingxu, but it got onto his own hands.
The wine flowed over every inch of his palm. His slender knuckles curled up slightly, but it still couldn't stop the water droplets from rolling down between his fingers.
The aroma of wine evaporated lightly with the body temperature, and water droplets dripped down one by one, hitting the tatami, and an ambiguous atmosphere quickly filled the entire room.
Dou Mingxu had no inclination, neither like nor dislike, and always stood on the sidelines, watching He Songfeng's every move.
"What are you going to do next?"
Dou Mingxu asked curiously. He wanted to know what other outrageous actions this fake angel, who was lustful at heart, could do.
Dou Mingxu was very curious about everything about He Songfeng.
How could one person combine so many contradictory elements so harmoniously?
She is innocent and naive, yet full of lust. Every move she makes is full of seduction.
Is it ignorance or deliberate?
Dou Mingxu wanted to know everything about him.
Dou Mingxu suddenly smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled together.
The answers to all the questions were found in what was happening before our eyes.
He saw He Songfeng's hand, which was soaked with wine, stretched straight in front of him, without concealing the desire and longing contained in it.
The crystal clear water droplets from top to bottom are like a bunch of grapes, hanging temptingly by your lips.
A drop of overripe grape fell down and landed right on Dou Mingxu's lips.
He Songfeng's eyes looked down at Dou Mingxu.
He Songfeng demonstrated the remedy method and taught Dou Mingxu what to do if he encountered such a situation.
He didn't need to say more.
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