The scene from that night came back to mind.

He remembered that there were two recessed dimples on her back, above the sacral vertebrae of the buttocks and on either side of the lumbar joint, which in art was called the dimple of Venus, the sexy eyes of the human body.

At this moment, her back was facing away, her back was graceful, and she bowed slightly, which reminded him of the scene of pinching her waist and tossing her hair that night.

Fu Yancheng's eyelashes twitched, and his Adam's apple rolled.

The atmosphere began to spread with a hint of ambiguity, Sheng Mian pinched the brush, and only felt a trace of heat in his body.

She heard footsteps approaching, and a burst of heat came from behind, and she froze suddenly, but Fu Yancheng just swept by her side and leaned over to get another brush.

His chest and her back were only slightly pressed against her for a moment, and they were separated by a touch.

But that temperature, as if through each other's fabrics, penetrated into the skin.

Sheng Mian froze and didn't dare to move, and saw Fu Yancheng dip the things in her paint tray with a paintbrush and draw a few strokes on the wall.

It did not damage the artistic conception of the painting, his thoughts were completely integrated with Sheng Mian's thoughts, and that place, Sheng Mian was also going to deal with it that way.

She quickly patted away the other thoughts in her mind and continued to draw this place calmly.

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Fu Yancheng may just want to practice his hands, so after drawing a few strokes, he put down the brush.

"Mr. Fu, it's late, aren't you resting?"

"Headache."

Sheng Mian stopped talking, secretly calmed down, and continued to fill in the unfinished ones seriously.

An hour later, she couldn't help but glance back.

Fu Yancheng was long gone, and his back was empty.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and efficiency was faster.

I stayed up until seven o'clock in the morning, and I felt like I was floating when I walked, and I finally got it right.

She put away her paintbrush and paint pan and set it aside, knowing that someone would sort it out later, and went back to her room in a daze.

I took a simple bath, collapsed on the bed, and fell asleep almost as soon as I got my head on the pillow.

The painting on the white wall has been completed, and the waiters who are cleaning around have already gotten up.

After Fu Yancheng handled today's company business, he heard Qi Shen knocking on the door, saying that someone had come to invite him to dinner.

When Fu Yancheng came out of the room, he saw several leaders waiting outside.

After a few greetings, they said that a batch of excellent quality yellow croaker came in the middle of the night last night, which was the most delicious thing to steam, and of course it should be used to entertain distinguished guests like him.

It was difficult to resist the enthusiasm, and Fu Yancheng had no choice but to follow them out.

As they made their way to the hall, they inevitably passed by the wall.

One of them stopped, unable to help but praise.

"Mr. Fu, do you like this painting? Yesterday you said that this white wall was too monotonous, and it happened that the child who had been admitted to the Shendu Academy of Fine Arts came back, so we asked people to invite her over, and it only took one night to complete it. ”

Speaking of Sheng Mian, the leader's face was full of smiles.

"That kid is angry, I used to borrow from us to study, it seems that it was because my mother died, my father took care of the company alone, she came here to study in high school for a few years, I didn't expect to become the only one in the county to take the Shendu Academy of Fine Arts, and no one has broken her record until now, the highest comprehensive score that year, I also followed up and won a bonus of 600,000 yuan, all to that girl." Reading Treasure Book House

The leader is in his fifties, and he is old, and now he really wants to do something for Youxian County before he retires.

So for a big boss like Fu Yancheng, it is natural to hold a little between words.

Fu Yancheng said that it was monotonous, so he immediately went to invite someone to come over and fill this white wall.

Fu Yancheng smiled, his posture was light but flirtatious.

"The painting is very good, and it lives up to the name of the Imperial Capital Academy of Fine Arts."

When the leader heard him say this, the smile on his face was even worse, and it seemed that he had not found the wrong person.

"If Mr. Fu wants to see her, can I have someone call her?"

"Not necessarily."

She probably didn't sleep all night last night.