Pride Goddess

Woke up with a hangover, Tong Zhen had a splitting headache.Rolling and rubbing her head under the silk quilt, it took a long time to realize that this place is not her apartment, nor Yao Qing's rented house, nor a hotel room——

Yellow and blue striped four-piece bedding, a milky white eight-door wardrobe, a makeup mirror of the same color, light blue curtains quietly hanging on the apricot floor, and a huge easel in front of the window.

The whole room is clean and bright, and it looks very sparse, with a bit of an atmosphere that strangers should not enter.

Tong Zhen rubbed her temples harder, sat up from the bed, and checked herself.

It was the same clothes as yesterday, but the fabric was wrinkled.

And when she pulled the quilt, a piece of clothing covered by the quilt was exposed.

A black lace suspender dress with a minimalist T-shaped inner.

Ah!

Tong Zhen stared at the clothes and considered for a long time, clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

I don't care where you are from, a ghost and a snake spirit. If you dare to offend real sister, real sister will teach you how to be a man in minutes.

Take a quick shower and change clothes in the bathroom that comes with the bedroom.

Tong Zhen wiped her wet long hair, opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

At a glance, I saw a large-scale ink painting with a height of two meters and a width of more than ten meters hanging on the wall-covering the entire wall.

The very beginning part: the strong wind rolled up the huge waves, and the pointed open boat floated on the waves.

Moving your eyes to the right, you can see a dike extending into the waves. There are figures on the dike. If you look closely, you can see these people are wearing coir raincoats and bamboo hats.

As the line of sight continues to the right, there are more houses and tiles, and there are bearers and carriages passing by on the wide road.

After that, there are several luxurious mansions.There are a large number of peonies and camellias planted in the mansion garden.The gray picture becomes light and bright.

On the far right of the screen, there are four large characters of "Hundred Mirrors of Erotic Palace" written in regular official script.

Author, Chunchun Sanren.

Tong Zhen didn't see the connotation of the word "Spring Palace" from this elegant style and rigorous layout work for a while, but "Chun Chun San Ren" is like a thunderbolt.

A week ago, this painter contracted the largest art gallery in Lushui City to exhibit his personal works, which attracted countless international friends. The most expensive painting was auctioned for 2000 million dollars.But the author refused to deal.

When Yao Qing wrote the headlines, she sighed with emotion: "Really, what do you think? You have worked hard for more than 20 years to practice painting skills, and once you are famous all over the world, you still take Joe! The stink of artists is so used to it." of."

Immediately afterwards, Yao Qing hugged her neck and screamed, "I'm going, so it's from the Xie family! I can't be offended. I don't need to hold an art exhibition, just put out a painting, and just produce and sell it myself." Well, as for running out to grab our resources?"

"Hey, the more I think about it, the more my heart hurts. Heaven, earth, strike a thunderbolt, let me know Miss Xie, let's be friends..."

Tong Zhen let her hang on to herself and say sour words, and casually glanced at her cell phone.

On the screen is an enlarged partial image.

The straw curtains were half rolled up, and the rain-beaten plantain sycamore trees were faintly visible outside. The woman on the low couch was kneeling with her skirts rolled up to her waist, leaning on the window lattice.The man behind her lifted his robe, the corners of which hung down from her waist, almost slipping down.

The painting style of that screenshot is exactly the same as that of this large painting.

Tong Zhen squinted her eyes and leaned forward to take a closer look.

Rock garden.

Among the camellias, a head covered with hairpin rings was faintly exposed. Although the hair under the pillow was a little loose, the overall bun was fairly neat.The flowers cover the chest, and there are three overlapping hands wrapped around the belt on the lower abdomen.There was a man standing upright on his knees.The man is wrapped in a square turban, so it can be seen that he is a servant of the mansion.

Outside the gazebo not far away, a maid holding an umbrella was holding another little girl. A dinner plate, a bergamot and two cucumbers rolled down from the little girl's feet.

look no further...

The more you look at it, the more you will be surprised.

Tong Zhen secretly smacked her tongue.

It's beautiful and flirty, and the erotic palace can still draw like this, it's amazing...

"you're awake."

Someone behind him spoke.

Innocence looks back.

In the living room, which covers an area of ​​more than 30 square meters, there is a two-meter-high easel facing the window.Xie Qiutong wore a gray cloth apron in front of him, holding a palette in his left hand, and came down from the small ladder.

Tong Zhen noticed that Xie Qiutong was wearing a pair of white flat nurse shoes.Looking up, there are two loose white trousers that are not covered by the apron.

People are like pictures, and I don’t forget role-playing at home.

Tong Xin was very alert.

Xie Qiutong put down the palette and looked Tong Zhen up and down, seemingly satisfied.

"Go, lie down, cross your legs, and push your butt up."

Tong Zhen immediately exploded, "You, what do you want to do. Be careful, I..."

A scene of Yao Qing tearfully accusing her of offending investors suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. Tong Zhen gritted her teeth, endured and endured, forced a smile, "Beauty, what do you want me to do, please tell me."

Xie Qiutong didn't notice Tong Zhen's emotional change, so he set up another easel, ordered the painting paper, without looking up, "Two hundred at a time, is this price acceptable?"

Tong Zhen twitched the corners of her mouth, and almost cursed "grass mud horse".

The nerves in his brain were tense, and he discussed with a half-smile, "Two hundred, it's too little. At least [-]."

Xie Qiutong paused slightly, raised his eyes and looked from afar.

The black silk suspender skirt outlines the perfect figure of a woman, and the slender legs under the skirt are strong and strong. Just standing there is a beautiful statue.

Perfect, her neus goddess.

Xie Qiutong's eyes were warm.

"Twenty thousand, you are worth the price. Lie down."

Tong Zhen's face was blank, and his heart was extremely tangled.

She entered the circle from a car model, and she dare not say that she is used to the chaos in this circle, but she has indeed seen a lot.Many men and women have proposed directly or implicitly that they want to "be friends" with her.Some offered money, some sold face, and some lied to others... She all spoke uprightly and used her actions to show her upright attitude.

She does not exclude love, does not exclude sex.It's the same with men and women.

Why repel?

It was a beautiful thing.

What she rejects is, deal!

Looking at the pretending woman behind the easel, there was a layer of haze in Tong Zhen's eyes, "I'll lie down, can you do it?" Being weak, I don't believe you can be a good T.

Xie Qiutong didn't answer her, his eyes were like knives.Too harsh.

Tong Zhen pretended to be trembling, and scolded coldly from the bottom of his heart, looking at the serious one, there may be a lot of waves in his bones.This is the kind of person that the beast in clothes is talking about!

Between following and not following, Tong Zhen seriously hesitated for two seconds.

Yao Qing was right, if she couldn't see it, she wouldn't be able to get along in this circle at all.And the woman in front of her smelled pretty good.

Thinking of how she felt when she was slightly drunk last night, Tong Zhen persuaded herself: Even if she went to a nightclub to find a princess, or searched around in the circle, she couldn't find such a sweet one.

She doesn't need to treat herself as a commodity.

Just enjoy it as an indulgence, then pat your ass and leave...

Seeing Tong Zhen not moving for a long time, Xie Qiutong looked at her again, "Is there a problem?"

Tong Zhen raised her chin, followed Xie Qiutong's example, and threw a cold-eyed throwing knife.

Xie Qiutong's heart was full of joy, and his whole body was full of blood.

Yep!That's what it feels like...

Inspiration surges like urine, which cannot be stopped.

According to Xie Qiutong's instructions, Tong Zhen lay down, hugged her knees, stared straight at the ceiling, and acted out the martial arts in her mind, and her heart was thumping and jumping, and she performed it more than a dozen times...

I didn't know how long I waited, but I heard the sound of rustling painting.

I rub it, sister, you are playing with me!

Tong Zhen wanted to sit up.

Xie Qiutong scolded, "Don't move."

The movements of Tong Zhen's body stagnated, her elbows supported the weight of her body, and her waist was stiff.

Xie Qiutong sighed and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful, so beautiful."

Tong Zhen wanted to cry, "Can you hurry up? I can't."

Xie Qiutong said: "Honey, keep at it, it will be fine soon."

Tong Zhen said: "Women are big pigs, I believe you are a ghost."

Xie Qiutong said: "Think about [-] yuan, and you will believe my words."

Tong Zhen really cried this time, and said in a thin voice, "I can't do it anymore, my back hurts so much. Please, hurry up."

Xie Qiutong took photos of the styling with his mobile phone, and thoughtfully let the innocence rest.

Tong Zhen supported her sorely injured waist, drooped her head, and limped over, "Beauty Jinzhu, is my situation considered a work-related injury?"

Xie Qiutong didn't even give Tong Zhen a wink.

This is Xie Qiutong's usual style of doing things.She admires the models, discovers the beauty that stimulates her from the models, but does not communicate too much with the models.

But now, when Xie Qiutong looked at this work, he always felt that something was wrong.

In the past, if she couldn't draw a good work, she could blame the bad paint, the paper, the model, but now, she reluctantly admitted that it was her who couldn't draw well.

She didn't capture the essence of that mysterious figure of a lady in ancient costume at all.

Xie Qiutong looked at the drawing paper silently, and did not move for a while.

Tong Zhen stood beside her, and the small universe in her heart was furious.

Who knows, the charm of Zhenjie is second only to banknotes.She is like this, this woman is indifferent?Did she just yell for nothing?It's overdone.Watch how she tears off the artist's disguise step by step!

Tong Zhen deliberately picked a thorn, "I took a quick look, and the painting is indeed good. But it can't stand up to scrutiny."

Xie Qiutong looked at Tong Zhen frantically.

The black pupils and white eyes are clearly separated, just like Xie Qiutong's clean and pure world.

Tong Zhen's head trembled slightly, maintaining her aloof personality, she pouted and continued to criticize, "You have been holding it high above, are you tired?"

It is obviously a dark and vulgar painting, but it always has a taste of spring and snow.

"Couldn't you be a little bit nastier?"

Xie Qiutong blinked, her slender brows furrowed.

Dirty...it's a bit difficult.

Tong Zhen smiled, found out her phone, and shared her collection with Xie Qiutong.

Appreciating treasures requires a suitable environment.

Xie Qiutong followed Tong Zhen's instructions, went back to the bedroom, closed the curtains, and turned on only a small orange wall lamp.

The two lay side by side.

Holding up the phone, Tong Zhen only looked at one corner, focusing on Xie Qiutong's perspective.

On the phone, babbling, babbling, babbling.

Xie Qiutong stared intently.

Tong Zhen looked at her with great satisfaction in her heart.Hmph, no one who saw her didn't want to sleep with her.Even if you keep pretending to be honest, isn't that a failure?

Unexpectedly, the one-hour film was almost over, Xie Qiutong said: "These two are really pitiful. The woman screamed desperately, in an embarrassing and false way, and the man was even worse. He went in well and came out again."

Tong Zhen: "..."

This focus...

It seems that without some strong medicine, this aloof artist cannot be taken down.