Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

As a result, the photographer captured Ruan Xingchen in a dishevel with red paint all over his body. Who would have thought?

After all, there was red paint in her wine glass for the photographer to take pictures, and she also prepared a canvas to paint on with the red paint.

As for spilling it on Ruan Xingchen...

Who would have known that she happened to be looking at the scenery in this corner, and that she happened to lose her balance and fall?

Ruan Weisi felt so happy when he thought about taking a picture of Ruan Xingchen's miserable appearance and posting it online so that those people could see that the so-called "godlike face" looked like a drowned dog.

It doesn’t matter if you are not allowed to send it.

She also called other celebrities to come and admire her photoshoot, and now they are all following behind the photographer.

Everyone gathered around to watch Ruan Xingchen embarrass herself. She wanted to see if she would still have the nerve to show up at the banquet in the future.

Ruan Xingchen had no idea that she had so many thoughts in her head. The moment she heard the voice, she reacted very quickly and turned sideways.

I smelled a pungent smell of paint.

Sure enough, there was indeed oil painting paint in the wine glass.

Her reaction was very quick, and she took action almost the moment Zhong Sisi called out.

However, there was no trace of the paint splashing, and a few scattered spots fell on the chest of her dress.

The light apricot fabric was stained with red paint, which was very eye-catching.

It's ugly no matter how you look at it.

Realizing the presence of the photographer, Ruan Xingchen turned his back and faced the camera.

The photographer pressed the button repeatedly, but in the end he could only shake his head in frustration at Zhong Sisi.

No, the woman moved too fast. Apart from two blurry pictures of her turning around, the rest were just pictures of her slim and slender back. There was no ugly picture at all.

A trace of unwillingness flashed in Zhong Sisi's eyes.

There was no sign of it on her face. Instead, she said in shock, "Don't take pictures! How can you take pictures at a time like this? I won't take any more pictures. Please leave!"

"Miss Zhong, didn't you ask me to take some pictures for you?"

The photographer had a grin on his face, as if he was unwilling to leave like this: "We haven't even taken the photo yet, why are you kicking me out?"

"Didn't you see the props were scattered all over? Why are you still filming?"

Zhong Sisi's face darkened slightly, and she said angrily, "Don't worry, even if I didn't take any pictures, I would still give you the money. You know what to take pictures of and what not to take pictures of, so hurry up and leave!"

The photographer then turned around and left reluctantly.

"Sisi, what happened? Didn't we say we were taking a photo? Why did the photographer leave?"

However, the socialite appeared on the scene shortly afterwards.

They were Zhong Sisi's friends, and they smiled and acted surprised: "Ms. Ruan is here too? I've heard of you for a long time and have wanted to meet you."

They came over eagerly, each of them with eyes sparkling with gossip and anticipation.

This Ruan Xingchen came from the slums and married into the Huo family in one fell swoop.

Her status and position have been elevated, but she has no way of restraining herself. She stirs up trouble all day long, making them look pale in comparison.

She is already married, but she still steals the limelight from others.

Indeed, many celebrities have made money with her, and now they have even started to try their own careers and have stood up straight in their respective families.

But there are still many socialites who have no chance of getting in touch with her at all, and instead become the contrasting ones, secretly harboring hatred towards her.

These socialites are obviously part of it.

They didn't hide their malice, and smiled with their hands covering their lips: "Why is Ms. Ruan ignoring us? Does she look down on us?"

"Ms. Ruan is so arrogant. Even if she doesn't want to talk to us, she should at least say hello, right?"

"That is, what does it mean to show your back to others?"

While speaking in a sarcastic tone, he secretly took out his cell phone, with the camera facing Ruan Xingchen's position.

Obviously waiting to capture this scene.

"It is my fault."

Zhong Sisi's eyes were filled with even more pride.

She pretended to be guilty, as if she was about to cry: "I spilled paint on Ms. Ruan... Ms. Ruan, I'm sorry! Can I take you to the guest room to change clothes? There are dresses prepared there..."

"Don't worry, I will compensate you for the price of the dress you are wearing."

She looked pitiful and even raised her hand to grab Ruan Xingchen's arm, trying to force her to be exposed in front of the celebrities and the cameras: "Let's go! There's no one else here now, and it would be bad if others saw us. Ms. Ruan, I'll take you there!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Ruan Xingchen's eyes.

"Don't worry, Miss Zhong and everyone else. It's just a little bit of paint. It won't be a big deal."

Her voice was light and calm as she said, "Wait a moment. Excuse me."

Wait a moment?

Zhong Sisi and her friends looked at each other and almost couldn't help laughing.

What's the harm in waiting a little while?

They were all waiting here. Could it be that Ruan Xingchen could perform magic and make the paint on the skirt disappear?

She specifically selected pigments that cannot be washed off with water and have extremely strong coloring power.

Otherwise, why would she bring it over despite the pungent smell?

Although she was gloating, Zhong Sisi said sympathetically, "Okay, Ms. Ruan, don't worry. It's all my fault. I didn't hold it firmly... I will take responsibility."

What responsibility can she take?

When Ruan Xingchen is embarrassed, she will just laugh louder than anyone else.

I'm so excited.

Not to mention just a short wait, she wouldn't mind waiting a little longer.

After all, the longer she waited, the more anxious and uneasy Ruan Xingchen became, and the happier she felt.

Ruan Xingchen knew very well what she was planning, but her face was full of calmness. With a quick glance, she saw the other tools that Zhong Sisi brought.

In order to perform the whole play, Zhong Sisi of course also brought paintbrushes.

At this time, it is convenient for Ruan Xingchen.

She examined the traces of paint on her body, then reached out and took a slender oil painting brush, dipped it in clean water, and said lightly, "Can I borrow Miss Zhong's brush?"

Facing the sea breeze, the red paint on her skirt was almost drying.

It was smudged with a brush dipped in clear water, and with a few strokes, it was outlined into the shape of beautiful petals.

Then she changed to another leaf vein brush, mixed a light black ink, and drew the meridians.

In an instant, the stain on the chest was transformed into a freehand and exquisite picture of entwined branches of flowers under her brush, dignified and generous.

Not only does it not look abrupt, it also has an inexplicable sense of beauty that combines Chinese and Western styles. The winding branches make her body curves even more plump.

Putting down her paintbrush and letting the sea breeze dry the water stains, she then smiled coolly, turned around with a hint of pride, and nodded, saying, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. It's nice to meet you all."

Zhong Sisi and other socialites, who were waiting to see her make a fool of herself, looked at her and stood there in a daze for a moment.