It's just that Rong Zheng has never liked to talk, and his only patience and emotional intelligence for women are all used on Zhou Ling, so he explained that he didn't come back after a long explanation.

But Zhao Jiyue looked at the way he tried his best to explain, and her awkward mood eased a little.

She laughed out loud, quickly waved her hand, and said, "Okay, look at you nervous like this." It's just a gesture, but you'll have to treat me to dinner afterwards. I don't want to be a free laborer!"

"Definitely!" Rong Zheng nodded, in fact, he prepared the payment, and only waited for her to be given after the painting was finished.

The two had lunch in the tea restaurant, first took the clothes they were going to wear as models from home, and then rushed back to Rong Zheng's studio.

In the studio, Rong Zheng found an old-fashioned mahogany sofa from the utility room and placed it in the middle.

Then a piece of purple silk was spread on top, and beside it was a small table made of the same mahogany, on which a beautiful vase was placed.

In the vase, there is an elegant bouquet of lilies.

Zhao Jiyue walked out of the changing room on the side, Rong Zheng only glanced at it and quickly closed his eyes and turned his head.

"Senior sister, you ...... You don't ...... You don't need to dress like this!"

Zhao Jiyue saw that his ears were red, and she was embarrassed and just wanted to laugh.

"It's really your first time in contact with body painting, and if you want to paint a good oil painting of human figures, you start by being familiar with the human body. ”

But seeing that Rong Zheng was still indifferent, Zhao Jiyue was angry and funny, and she was ashamed in her heart.

I have been a model so many times, but this one made her feel embarrassed and shy.

"Don't worry, I'll cover the important parts with a cloth, and when I'm done, you can turn around with confidence." ”

She was actually only wearing a bikini, a white bandeau and white boxers.

It's just that she didn't expect Rong Zheng to be even more shy than him, young like an untrained teenager. She was a little embarrassed.

After she posed on the sofa and covered it with the purple silk cloth on it, she called out to Rong Zheng and signaled that she was ready.

Rong Zheng frowned, a little hesitant to turn back.

I was relieved to see between my fingers that she had indeed covered it.

He lowered his hand and began to concentrate on mixing his paint.

As soon as he entered the state of painting, his whole person became different.

In his eyes, Zhao Jiyue has also become a landscape, no different from those mountains, rivers and forests, flowers, birds, fish and insects.

He took a closer look, and sure enough, he was no longer as confused as before, and gradually inspiration came.

Xu is Rong Zheng's eyes are too focused and serious, although Zhao Jiyue looks light and light on the surface, in fact, the back of her ears is slightly hot and red.

The purple satin was so long that she used it as a skirt to wrap around, and there was a long stretch of armrest on the sofa that flowed to the floor.

The lily next to it exudes a rich fragrance, and the studio is silent.

It's quiet, and you can hear the sound of breathing.

For some reason, it was clearly Zhao Jiyue in front of him, but Zhou Ling's appearance still appeared in Rong Zheng's mind from time to time.

Imagine her lying on an antique mahogany sofa in a pure white bandeau dress, her long jet-black hair falling down and glowing with a faint soft light.

Outside the window, there was a quiet starlight, which spread softly on her body like brocade.

and the bright moonlight, which made her face more and more cold and beautiful.

Imagining such a picture, Rong Zheng's gaze seemed to drift away, obsessed and yearning.

I don't know whether I yearn for the white moonlight in the dream, or the exquisite beauty under the moonlight.

Zhao Jiyue had been watching Rong Zheng's expression, and naturally observed that his eyes were a little empty and fluttering.

That kind of look was clearly through her thinking about another woman.

As for who that woman is, heh, it goes without saying.

Zhao Jiyue was jealous in her heart, but she couldn't show half of it on the surface, and she had to pretend to be light and light.

In fact, she had already scolded Zhou Ling several times!

If it was Rong Zheng who she met first, she was sure that Rong Zheng would choose to be with her instead of Zhou Ling!

But obviously she didn't know about the entanglement between Zhou Ling and Rong Zheng.

It may be true that this is a first-come, first-served approach, but sometimes fate is so wonderful.

It was Zhou Ling who met Rong Zheng in the basement, and Rong Zheng fell in love with Zhou Ling, and there was no one else!

Painting this kind of oil painting of the human body is the most time-consuming, and it needs to be carefully observed and then depicted in detail.

Time passed little by little between Rong Zheng's brushes and Zhao Jiyue's obviously unsteady breathing.

Zhou Yiran came back from the company's report, and neither of them was at home.

I wanted to play a few games while no one was happy, but Zhou Ling's call came.

"Resolutely, my sister has to work overtime tonight, and it's too late to go back to make dinner. You tell your brother-in-law to come back from work, and the two of you go out to eat. ”

"Eh, sister, if you tell me the address of my brother-in-law's company directly, I will go to find him, and he will have to drive home. ”

"Okay, he just had more than an hour to get off work. But you just wait outside, he may be drawing inside, and you can easily disturb him when you go in. Zhou Ling told uneasily.

"I know, sister, you tell me the address, I promise not to go in and disturb my brother-in-law. ”

Zhou Yiran simply wanted to see how Rong Zheng's working environment was, whether it was so good as her sister said.

He didn't mean to disturb Rong Zheng's work.

hung up the phone, Zhou Ling told him Rong Zheng's company address by text message, and then sent a WeChat message to Rong Zheng to remind him that Zhou resolutely wanted to go over.

It's just that Rong Zheng, who was painting, had already put his phone on silent and put it aside, where would he receive any WeChat.

Zhou Yiran really looked for this address, and asked the front desk to find out that Rong Zheng was still painting inside, so he sat quietly on the sofa in the reception area outside.

He looked at the working environment around him, this kind of art school, beautifully decorated, is really good.

Unlike them, which make computers, there are only cold machines everywhere, which are all based on safety and simplicity, and there are any exquisite decorations, works of art or something.

Glancing at the time that there was still half an hour, he had nothing to do, so he picked up the magazine prepared for the guests on the coffee table and read it with relish.

"Eh, I saw Mr. Rong lead a woman into the studio this afternoon, and she hasn't come out yet!"

"Huh, Mr. Rong brought his fiancée over during work hours?"

"You're too naïve, I don't know what Mr. Rong's fiancée looks like? That's not her fiancée, she doesn't look as beautiful as her fiancée, and her facial features are quite ordinary, but her temperament is really good. ”

"Wouldn't it? Could it be that Teacher Rong cheated?"