This Liu Yuqing's words really lit the explosives storehouse, and this middle-aged woman didn't care about her shame anymore, so she rushed over and tore up with Liu Yuqing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Liu Yuqing had never seen such a posture, she was so frightened that she couldn't take care of her face and body, and after a while, she was caught with several bloody paths on her face and hands. She shouted a few times, hoping that someone next to her would come to her rescue, but she received no response.

It is true that the people in this villa are all found by the old man for her, but Liu Yuqing is not less difficult to be difficult for others on weekdays. What's more, in the past, everyone just guessed that she was raised outside, but today it is completely confirmed. Though they serve others. But they are all sensible people, and they don't want to help with this little three's matter.

The farce lasted for half an hour, and did not stop until the woman's son also came.

He didn't say anything serious to Liu Yuqing, but looked at her with pity in his eyes.

Liu Yuqing looked at the back of the young man leaving, and only felt very disgusted. She couldn't be more familiar with his eyes, he was worthy of a family, and even the eyes of women were the same. is so bold, a woman who wants to flirt with her father in front of her mother.

Liu Yuqing slapped the ground violently, and her palms were shaken.

Thinking about it now, she is also pitiful. Not only do you have to sleep with an old man, but you also have to be humiliated like this.

She glared fiercely at the people in the room, wishing that they would feel bullied by the crazy woman all the time.

She wondered if she should beg her father who was far away in the United States. She has had enough days like this, and she is obviously a daughter raised by the same gold as Lin Luo. Why is she still proud now, she is like hiding in this unsightly villa, being bullied.

She stood up on the sofa, her hand touching her injured face, and it hurt for a while. But she suddenly smiled, and her appearance was very eerie.

"Yes, she's just a wretched creature who is about to be abandoned by the common saying, and what do I envy her?"

Thinking of this, Liu Yuqing couldn't help but feel a lot more comfortable.

In other words, whether Lin Luo and the common saying are broken or not is a later story. The most important thing for Lin Luo now is how to deal with this group of juniors and sisters blocking the door of the principal's office.

Last time, Lin Han mentioned that she hadn't gone back to see her teacher since she returned to China, and she also felt that she should go back to see it. There's nothing going on with the magazine today, she got up early and came to the studio when she was taking the art exam.

Her teacher was a well-known master of Chinese painting in China, and the teacher hoped that she could study pure art and specialize in landscape painting. However, I prefer design, and the teacher was angry about it for a long time.

Nowadays, if you are not famous, you can be regarded as right, because of the teacher's teaching. I was able to come back to see the teacher with a light on my face.

Wang Shi's studio is under a mountain in City B, and a little further out is about to enter the province. At that time, he chose this location, firstly, to hide from the distractions, and secondly, to allow children to stay away from the distractions of the city and calm down to paint.

Lin Luo drove over by herself today, wearing a nude pink skirt with a dark brown coat on the outside, and a pair of three-centimeter-high block-heeled pointed-toe shoes, which was very simple.

What she never expected was that as soon as she entered the studio, she was recognized by the elementary school students sitting outside. They didn't care about painting, and a group of people from Wuyangyang surrounded them. A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, cool-looking, but very shy.

"You, are you Lin Luo?"

Lin Luo was also a little embarrassed, she hadn't been stared at by such a young boy with a red face for a long time. She pulled the corner of her coat out of the boy's hand.

"Yes, I'm Lin Luo. ”

The children immediately exploded and asked all kinds of questions. Lin Luo was very embarrassed, and he didn't scare them with his face like usual, so he had to laugh and laugh all the time.

"Knock Knock"

There was a sound of crutches, and the children scattered in fright. The appearance of pretending to be a paintbrush made Lin Luo very admired, and it was really better than blue.

"You, let me in. ”

Old Man Wang's roar was full of anger, and his beard was still shaking angrily.

Lin Luo subconsciously shrunk her neck, carried her small bag, and followed quickly with the painting tube in her hand.

Wang Lao's studio can be described as a unique cave, the outside looks no different from the general art gallery, and the inside is indeed very exquisite.

This literati has always admired the charm of the Song Dynasty, and this old man Wang is no exception. The interior of the entire studio is decorated in the style of the Song Dynasty, and it is very exquisite. The walls of the corridor are all hollowed out brick carvings, some of which are placed with antiques and famous items from Wang Laotao, and some of which are given by his friends.

This is a different picture when you enter the small reception room inside.

There is a large reception room outside, which is where Wang Lao usually meets guests, and it is also a Song-style decoration. And the small reception room here is more under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, and you can see the taste of Nanshan leisurely. Lots of bamboo replaced the walls and partitions, and best of all, even the table had a plank built on a thick, crooked-necked tree.

It's more like a park than an office. The floor-to-ceiling lamp and the glass on the roof can still see a little bit of the meaning of industrial civilization.