The apartment rented by Hu Yan is only one bedroom and one living room, and the area is not large.

In the small living room, the atmosphere was at an impasse for a moment.

This slightly chubby and plump female painter was already so embarrassed that she was looking for seams all over the floor.

Get into it, is there a crack in the ground that I can get into!

What kind of social death scene is this!

She forgot that before she locked the screen of the tablet, it was this picture.

Damn, what should I do now?

She thought that she had been chased by her junior sister before, and she had already died in the super club.

But who would have thought that there would be an advanced version today.

"Isn't this the same as dancing directly in front of the Lord?"

Hu Yan recalled it carefully, and she felt that the three embarrassing moments when she grew up were all related to this golden father.

The first time, she went to Hangzhou to have dinner with Cheng Zhu, after the meal he sent himself back to the hotel, as soon as she went back, she was inspired, after the painting, according to the usual habits, reflexively sent to Cheng Zhu.

I just sent you back to the hotel, and you sent astringent pictures late at night, what do you mean?

The second time is "Senior Sister's Point Break".

The third time is now!

"What will the boss think of me?"

"What would he think of me now?"

On the tip of Hu Yan's nose and forehead, even fine beads of sweat began to appear.

With her peculiar physique, she began to flush all over her body again.

The plump legs, which were tightly together, became stiff and tight at this moment.

But inside the body, a deep sense of powerlessness began to exude outward.

"It's over, I don't know why, I feel like my life is over."

"I can't hold my head up, I can't be a human being."

"He'll definitely think I'm a female pervert!"

"He's sure to feel like I'm alone at home and drawing while I'm obsessed with him."

"Let's die, let's just die today"

Hu Yan suddenly began to regret that he shouldn't have called the gold owner's father to his house for dinner.

Home is sometimes the safest place, but sometimes, the safest place is the most dangerous place!

Because you have so much privacy in your home.

For example, once the drawer of the bedside table of Fox Yan is opened, the dazzling array of toys inside must be unsightly.

And at this moment, the most terrifying thing happened to Hu Yan.

That's the order from the boss!

"Open it." Cheng Zhu looked at the tablet and said loudly.

His voice is calm over there, so calm that it's scary!

This scene is so familiar to Hu Yan, like that day in the hotel, after he slid his hand to send the self-portrait, he used the withdrawal function in a panic, but the boss said that he had seen it and ordered her: send it.

It's strange, obviously his age is not as old as mine, but the aura of the whole person is really pure.

- because he has money?

"Boss, can you not watch it?" Hu Yan's whole person began to shrink into a ball again, his body was red and hot, and his hands were hidden in his sleeves.

She's the same in crowded places, and her whole person will shrink slightly.

"I can't." Cheng answered indifferently.

Speaking of which, Cheng Zhu was also quite confused.

He didn't expect that he would have such a life experience.

Damn,It turns out that this is how it feels to be the male protagonist of the book?

As far as he knows, some celebrities will have such experiences, such as being written into texts or drawn into cartoons.

He sometimes wonders, will these stars watch themselves?

Good guy, I didn't think I would experience it firsthand!

Fuck, I'll pay you, and you'll paint the fruit of Lao Tzu behind your back!

I'm!

Should I charge a model fee?

Anyway, is it profitable to be a painter's naked-model?

Cheng Zhu's thoughts are actually getting more and more crooked.

Under his tough gaze, Fox Yan slowly opened the tablet.

Cheng Zhu looked at the "dirty things" on the screen, and even couldn't cry or laugh.

"Yes, I think you are more careful than the illustrations of the seller's show." He couldn't help but sigh angrily.

Fuck, it's too detailed, right?

This Adam's apple, this muscle, and this green tendon still have a very expressive scene, that is, the big hands sitting on the chair that tightly grasp the armrests! And the head that's so comfortable that it lifts up!

What's the matter, I'm not like this at all, right?

"Just this one?" He turned his head and asked again, staring at Fox Yan's eyes under his thick black-rimmed glasses.

"Okay you! You're looking away! Cheng Zhu scolded, he didn't need an answer anymore.

Hu Yan really didn't dare to look at him now.

Die, I'd better just die.

"Find out everything else for me." Cheng ordered again.

When the fox heard this, he felt that the great shame in his heart was about to overflow.

Her self-entertaining paintings, each one of which is in line with her personal XP.

Although her many sexual-fetishes don't seem to be a secret in front of the boss, they have all been talked about a long time ago, but the problem is that the male protagonist in these paintings is him!

"Do you still want to criticize one by one," she thought to herself, and she was going crazy

Five minutes later, Cheng was numb.

He felt that before he came to the magic capital, he printed all the self-portraits sent by the fox to him on a printer, and then put them in a folder and brought them over, which was already quite awesome.

But he didn't expect that he still couldn't beat her.

Ouch, play or you little fox can play!

What are these paintings?,Some of them even have subtitles.

She will actually write the text on it, and there will be dialogues and exchanges between the hero and heroine, or inner lines.

"It's unsightly, it's insulting!" This is half of the evaluation given by Cheng Zhu's heart, and the other half is

— but it can be guided.

In addition to this, Detective Cheng also discovered a detail.

"The latest one looks the most like me."

"It's not just the look, it's the same."

"The farther you go forward, the less expressive you are, and the less realistic it is."

The real situation is that Hu Yan subconsciously painted like this before, until she was broken by Yue Lingjing.

But Cheng Zhu naturally will not have such a brain supplement.

He would just think, "I didn't draw well at first, but then I got more and more fucking handy, right?" ”

"Or is it that I was secretly drawn at the beginning, and then I was blatantly drawn later?"

Cheng Zhu raised his eyes and glanced at Hu Yan, only to feel that he couldn't cry or laugh again.

Her whole body was so red that she felt like she was dripping blood.

I saw that Hu Yan drooped her head, and the big black-framed glasses were about to cover half of her face, and now her loose and drooping hair made it even more difficult to see her expression.

But as she lowered her head, Cheng Zhu could look down on her red neck, as well as the small part of the back skin exposed by the collar of the sweatshirt with her head bowed, which was also red!

At this moment, Cheng Qi suddenly had a flash of lightning in his head.

"Let me ask you, has Yue Lingjing seen it?" Cheng Chai said coldly, and his tone was extremely serious.

Hu Yan, who lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, was so frightened that he shuddered all over.

Cheng Zhu knew that Hu Yan Lao sent some of his daily masterpieces to his junior sister to see.

But he's not sure if there's a routine for him here?

"Nope!" Fox Yan turned on the lying mode.

There was a little crying in her voice.

I didn't mean to draw you down and send it to my junior sister, how perverted it is.

After my sister said that the person I painted was a bit like you, I didn't send her.

Only this picture drawn in the past few days is purely for my own amusement.

I was thinking of deleting it after a few more days, but I never thought it would be discovered by you.

Cheng Chai heard the slight cry in her voice, but he didn't continue to ask.

"I'll believe you." He said.

He didn't think it would come to this.

Fox Yan entertained himself with him, he could barely understand it, after all, the two of them chatted like that in private, and they were already talking out of bounds.

Yue Lingjing had no reason for this.

"Boss, I, I was wrong, I really knew it was wrong." There was always a little cry in the fox words.

The shame and shame at this moment, she really even has the heart to kill herself.

Cheng Zhu didn't reply for the time being, but remained silent.

After a moment, he looked out the window.

It's past seven o'clock in the evening, and it's starting to drizzle outside!

- Rainy days, see rainy days again!

Cheng Cheng took his gaze back from the window, and then sighed.

"Alas——。"

Then, as in the past, he began to comment on Hu Yan's paintings.

With his comments, Hu Yan slowly raised his head, his slightly reddened eyes were full of astonishment, and the throbbing of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

"Boss, aren't you angry?"

"I'm angry, but I'm going to call the police and arrest you?" Cheng asked.

When the fox heard this, the slightly shrunken body slammed again.

Cheng Zhu looked at her and continued: "I'm a man of words, I told you to bring me the new work, I'll give you a comment, and I will definitely do it." ”

"But," he frowned.

I saw Cheng pick up the tablet and open the picture he saw at first sight.

That is, the picture that most resembles him.

"I want to ask you, why did you suddenly think of painting me?"

Fox Yan didn't know how to answer this question at all.

"I don't know." She lowered her head again and cowardly explained to herself: "But I really don't have any messy thoughts"

"Really?" Cheng asked.

Hu Yan raised his head and glanced at him, then quickly lowered his head and continued to be cowardly: "Really, really." ”

- A little humble fox in front of the golden lord's father.

"So you're telling me that the heroine of this picture isn't you?" Cheng Zhi's fingers tapped lightly on the tablet.

"Of course not!" Fox Yan replied in seconds this time.

Cheng Zhu looked at the slightly chubby and plump woman in the picture, especially the big fat buttocks, and really wanted to continue to look at the ass to recognize people, and asked her loudly: "You said this is not your ass?" ”

"Don't you think she's about the same size as you?" Cheng asked rather restrained.

"Well, there are a lot of people in the world who are similar in size, and their faces are different." Hu Yan came up with the most powerful explanation: "The face doesn't look like me at all. ”

Seriously, there aren't many women with an ass of your level.

"Really?" Cheng Zhu looked at the face of the heroine in the painting and asked again.

Inside the apartment, there was a brief silence.

The two could only hear the sound of rain outside the window.

In the sound of a gentle drizzle, Cheng turned his head to look at her.

The next moment, Hu Yan only felt that a big hand suddenly reached in front of him, and then covered the big black-rimmed glasses on his face, and took it off.

"Doesn't it look like this?" He said.