Fang Yi was sitting in the studio, taking advantage of the break to change his mind and think about his third work of the year. Model Catherine wrapped a robe around her body and held a coffee cup in her hand at the window of the studio.
While drinking, I looked outside.
"I've never met this friend of yours before," Catherine said casually to Fang Yi, "Your friend is here, and you don't want to accompany him?".
"You mean Zheng Yuan?" Fang Yi turned around and looked at his model. After almost a month, Fang Yi and Catherine have become very familiar with each other. The advantage of being familiar with each other is that Fang Yi no longer talks like he did at the beginning.
There are so many words to ease the model's mood, and then the communication between the two is casual, more like friends than an employment relationship.
In the past two days, Zheng Yuan finally took advantage of the few days off to come to Fang Yi's place to play. In Fang Yi's opinion, Zheng Yuan mainly came here to learn horse riding. Of course, as a cellist, he carries the cello with him.
Naturally, I also brought him to Fang Yi's home. He went to the studio to play for Fang Yi for free for three hours every night.
"Is this Zheng Yuan a first name or a surname?" Catherine asked.
"Yuan is her name and Zheng is her surname. You can just call her Zheng Yuan or you can call her Zheng according to your habits." Fang Yi explained while looking at his draft.
After hearing this, Catherine nodded slightly and continued to look out the window and said: "She is quite talented in learning to ride a horse. Her posture on the horse is very standard, which is very good for a beginner!".
"Really?" Fang Yi couldn't help but stood next to the model and looked out the window.
On the grass not far from the house, Zheng Yuan stood astride the horse like a javelin. He put his hands in front of him and held the reins in a circle. In the center of the circle, Old Jack held a four- to five-meter-long horse.
Reining sideways, half of Zheng Yuan's white-faced bay-red horse was pacing slowly.
"It's pretty standard. But it looks like the body is a little stiff." Fang Yi took a look and said, "But it is indeed much better than when I was."
An idea flashed in my mind, and I looked down at the watch on my wrist: "No, it's not that she learns faster than me, but it's that old Jack paid more attention to teaching the girl than me. He just walked around in circles just looking at it.
It’s still going around now.”
"Haha" Catherine couldn't help but laugh after hearing this: "More careful than teaching you, the boss?" Looking at Fang Yi who nodded solemnly, Catherine laughed again.
"By the way, after this work is completed, how many times will I have to come here once it's a week old?" Catherine asked Fang Yi.
Now the work with Catherine as the model is almost completed, and there is not much left. Fang Yi thought for a while and said: "It depends on your time. The next two or three months may be some small exercises."
, the frequency of visits can be less, just two or three times a month, but the time may be longer. About four hours each time."
"No problem." Catherine nodded after hearing this: "It's almost time to rest. Continue?"
"continue!".
Catherine walked back to the modeling stage, took off her robe, put on the earplugs that she had just put on the stage, and sat on the modeling stage, her feet hanging to the side of the stage, and she quickly listened to the song softly.
Then he hummed softly.
As for what he was humming, Fang Yi didn't know. It was a pop song anyway. Of course, Fang Yi could hardly hear it. He concentrated on holding his paintbrush. He would look up at the model every few minutes.
The two hours came quickly. When Fang Yi said that he would be here today, Catherine took off the earplugs from her ears and walked directly to the chair where the clothes were placed without putting on her robe and started to dress.
Put some clothes on your body.
When two thumping sounds were heard in his ears, Fang Yi raised his head and saw that Catherine, who had her back turned to him, was stuffing her buttocks into her denim hot pants. He couldn't help but smile and lowered his head to continue.
Focus on the canvas with the brush.
"I'll borrow your swimming pool first. After swimming, I'll go back directly. See you next time!" Catherine put on her clothes and said hello to Fang Yi.
"You are free to do whatever you want, be careful when driving on the way back!" Fang Yi said with a smile while looking at the model. After Catherine came here a few times, she liked the swimming pool on the top floor and swam in it for almost an hour every time. Fang Yi
I have long been used to it.
Catherine nodded, tied the hem of her white gown together, and fiddled with her hair: "You go about your business." After saying that, she picked up her small bag and walked towards the door of the studio.
"Hi! Yeda, I'm going to swim in the swimming pool on the roof for a while." From the studio along the corridor to the living room, Catherine greeted the housekeeper Yeda.
"I understand." Yeda looked at Catherine with a professional smile on her lips.
Along the zigzag glass-shaped staircase beside the wall, Catherine walked towards the swimming pool on the top floor with brisk steps. Naturally, there was no one on the roof of Fang Yi's house now. Looking at the blue water, Catherine directly turned to the swimming pool just now.
The clothes I wore were taken off again. As for the underwear, I changed into the bikini swimsuit I brought with me just now.
After jumping into the swimming pool and swimming three or four times, Catherine lay down on the side of the glass pool, wiped the water from her face and looked at Zheng Yuan and Jack who were practicing horse riding on the grass.
At the beginning, Catherine wanted to take the modeling job because the salary offered by Fang Yi was very good. She originally thought that artists always have a strong personal style and their temperaments are not so easy to get along with. Of course, considering the salary,
For the sake of it, Catherine decided to endure the little things. Money is hard to come by now.
However, after getting along for almost two months, Catherine felt that Fang Yi, a famous artist, was different from what she had in mind. He was not only very kind to her but also to the people he hired at home. He always had a gentle look on his face. In terms of personality,
It is not as sharp as she imagined. Sometimes, Catherine even thinks that she
I don’t mind having something happen with Fang Yi, a famous artist, but the prerequisite is of course that Fang Yi takes the initiative. Of course, if she could become Mrs. Fang Yi, Catherine felt that she would be very happy. Why? Just such a house is not enough?
Is it enough to add that the owner of this house is young, tall and handsome?
Growing up listening to the story of the prince and Cinderella, every girl dreams that one day a prince will come to her and carry her on a white horse. When she grows up, she has experienced many things, and in society
After a lot of hard work, you will find that romantic love in reality
Princes are rare, but there are tens of thousands of beautiful Cinderellas, and even more average-looking Cinderellas. Especially in Los Angeles, which is the kingdom of the American film industry and the center of the world's film industry. There are beauties of all colors from all countries.
We gather here to pursue our dreams of stardom.
It's not that Catherine didn't take action. Whenever she came to Fang Yi's studio this month, she dressed up carefully. Just like today, the white coat was tied around her waist, and the clothes were almost open, revealing her busty bra.
Round breasts, a deep and delicate career line, and a flat and attractive belly in hip-hugging denim hot pants. With this outfit and her figure, Catherine believed that as long as she walked on the street, she would be able to kill countless men.
eyes.
But it is a pity that this kind of dressing up does not seem to have any effect on Fang Yi. When Fang Yi looked at his body, as usual, although he was focused, his eyes were clear, and there was no lust, as strong as
Like a burning flame, she wanted to carry herself to the bed and possess her body. Sometimes, Catherine even wondered if her body was no different from the vegetation on the canvas in Fang Yi's eyes.
Hot item! This is the label that Catherine and a few friends put on Fang Yi. However, this hot item is not like many men. A woman can get it done with a smile. And Catherine can't be too explicit, too explicit.
Performance can only be a night of fun. As the old saying goes, if a woman wants to develop a long-term relationship with you, she will first make you wait and will not take off her clothes easily. Pay attention to feelings
The degree is proportional to how long you wait.
Catherine felt that if she proposed, she would only keep Fang Yi away and not bring her closer. After getting to know each other these days, she knew that although the artist was gentle, there was a kind of stubbornness hidden under that gentle appearance. From this point of view,
On the one hand, he is no different from the artist he imagined in his mind: stubborn, diligent, isolated and self-centered.
And from the way Yeda looked at her these days, Catherine felt that every time she looked at the housekeeper's eyes, she felt as if she had been stripped naked by her and saw her inner thoughts. That kind of look made her feel a little bit
My son was uncomfortable, and there was no contempt or disdain. It was just the kind of thought that penetrated him directly, staring directly at him nakedly, without comment, but it made people's spine tingle.
"Perhaps he is a homosexual who has not come out yet?" Catherine whispered to herself uncontrollably.
After looking at the surrounding scenery from the top floor for a while, Catherine sank her head into the water. After holding it for about ten seconds, she emerged from the water. Panting heavily, she continued to swim back and forth from here.
The part on the narrow corridor reaches the top of another building.
Fang Yi didn't know that the model's definition of him had shifted from being a hot commodity to being gay, and he didn't realize that his little model was now trying to make up his own mind. As for Catherine's dress, Fang Yi didn't think there was anything special about it.
Not to mention here in the United States, even on the streets of Shicheng, when summer comes
When it's sunny, girls all over the street are not like this. They wear less than men, and even the clothes on their bodies are becoming more and more transparent. Even if the clothes are opaque, they are hollow. How can this be considered a temptation? Moreover
For Fang Yi, he doesn't like to have models involved in his life.
In Fang Yi’s words: I’m not that kid from Rude!
And now Fang Yi's mind is full of pretense, so he doesn't have the mood to understand the model's thoughts. Not only is he pretentious about his third work, but he also has new thoughts on classicism. Just like what is said in an advertisement: