Chenxing personally drove to the Conservatory of Music to inspect it.
Well, the campus is big, beautiful and grand;
The students walking on the road, whether they are boys or girls, are almost all good-looking men and beautiful women. As expected, they are interested in art, and their clothes are very fashionable.
Chenxing murmured in his heart, thinking that this school was not far from home and the environment was good, so he would just come here to study. Well, it was such a happy decision.
Looking at the time, it happened to be time for the kindergarten to get out of school, so I drove to pick up my precious son.
Don't live your life too comfortably.
But the world is like this, you are happy and I am sad, you are happy and I am sad, everyone has his own joys, sorrows and joys. At this moment, Huahua seems to be unenergized when she stays in the studio.
I don’t know why, but I just feel that life is very cruel. I have no inspiration recently and I am not satisfied with the few sets of clothes I have designed. He will participate in a fashion exhibition next month. What work will he submit to the competition?
Just when I was upset, someone came unexpectedly.
The assistant's voice came from the door: "Master Hua, someone is looking for you."
He looked over in annoyance.
A slender and tall figure approached from far away.
He walked calmly and elegantly, and the light in the room hit the warm and pine-like face, casting deep and shallow shadows. The expression on his face was light, and his facial features were not particularly delicate, but at this moment
, I don’t know if it’s the effect of the lighting, but from Huahua’s point of view, it seems to be a finely crafted work of art.
"Don't move!" Inspiration bursts from the universe of resentment.
Huahua suddenly stood up and made a shushing gesture.
Lingyin put one hand in his pocket, and slowly retracted his steps. When he heard his voice, he really stood there motionless. It didn't look like a puppet, but more like a puppet randomly placed in the studio.
Mannequin.
Lingyin smiled slightly: "What?"
Huahua circled around him three times, frowning for a while, pursed her lips for a while, gesticulating on him for a while, and then fell into thinking, making a lot of small movements.
He even used a tape measure and cloth to toss around on his body, and he fell into a state of selflessness.
He roughly guessed that Huahua was probably devoted to her work.
Therefore, I stopped disturbing him and just stood quietly under the light. Because I was bored, I slowly looked at the studio.
The floor was very messy, with many rags of cloth, as if it hadn't been cleaned for a long time;
The studio space is large and the decoration is very personalized.
Suddenly, Huahua's hand touched his body from top to bottom. That gesture seemed like flirting, but it really just used him as a model. Lingyin's whole body followed him unconsciously.
A current passed through him, and his whole body secretly adjusted his breathing. Even his eyebrows and eyes were slowly dyed a peach color.
By the time Huahua noticed that the model was getting hot all over, it was already half an hour later. At this moment, Lingyin's pants had already bulged. Even if Huahua fell into a selfless state again, it was impossible not to see his expression.
He froze and glanced at Lingyin awkwardly, "Brother Ling, why are you here?"
"I've been here for half an hour."
Lingyin closed his eyes and slowly pushed back the lust all over his body. Unfortunately, it seemed to be quite difficult.
"Ah?" Huahua took two steps back and smiled innocently: "Sorry, I didn't mean it."