"Now that you are the only one saying this, will others agree with you?" Comrade Anchor stretched out his white palms and grabbed the frosty chest hair on Popile's chest and asked. Even if Comrade Anchor himself is asked now
You can give me an example: wave
Buehler is not getting along with his friends, and he deliberately belittles and distorts his own work! No matter whether it works or not, this is an excuse. If you can think of this with your own mind, how can those art critics who have relied on gossiping all their lives to think of it?
Come up with a better reason?
Bobil didn't even think about it. He shook his head and stretched out the hand that was originally resting on the back of his head to sweep the woman's smooth shoulders: "How could I be the only one? I'm going to read that original right away."
The guy who is acting has been brought in! His image has always been very good! In fact, he is a wolf in sheep's clothing, cunning and cunning!"
Thinking that he only used a little trick to trap Fang Yi, a person who likes to watch but does not participate, the old man Bobile felt a little proud.
"Who is it!" As a mixed media person, the anchor is very concerned about this news, which is also the inevitable result of being influenced by what he hears and sees.
"Who do you think it could be?" Popile took the anchor's hand and gently put it to his mouth and rubbed it.
Comrade anchor started thinking: "Freud?".
Bobil couldn't help but was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Why did you think of talking about him?". Due to the appearance of himself and Fang Yi, Freud's reputation as an expressionist suffered the greatest impact, because he painted
After all, it still belongs to the category of realism. When it comes to expressing inner feelings, there is also realism. Now no one can surpass Fang Yi and Bobile. The post-classical classics not only express fragments of natural scenes.
, also reveals the inner heart of each character.
Just like an art critic said, Freud's greatness was before Bobil and Fang! And the best result for him is not to see the success of Fang and Bobil! In this comment
In the eyes of the family. As soon as Fang Yi and Bobile decided on the post-classical style before the October exhibition, the best thing for Freud was to immediately go west wearing the hat of the greatest contemporary artist.
, out of sight but out of mind!
Now when the British mention Freud, the French always bring up Bobil, proving that Freud can only be regarded as the greatest contemporary British artist. When talking about the world, we still have to ask about French Bobil.
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Although I don’t know what the lonely Freud thinks of Fang Yi and Popile, this matter is now a matter of public opinion and mother-in-law. To truly put Freud and Popile down,
It is estimated that there is still work to be done, but the correct answer is not now. It will be decades or hundreds of years later, and it will also be in Fang Yixian's head.
The three of them are quite famous now, but it is obvious that there is no intersection between the three of them! Fang Yi and Popile can be considered to have a good relationship, not to mention Popile and Freund. It is Fang Yi.
Yiye also had no communication with Freund, so Bobile was surprised when the anchor comrade mentioned Freund.
"Anders?" Comrade anchor thought of another great French artist.
"Is he qualified enough for this?" When he heard that it was Anders, a brat, Popile couldn't help but snorted from his nostrils to express his disdain.
After saying two names in a row, the anchor comrade said: "Then it can only be Yifang?" After saying that, he looked at Bobil and continued to pluck the old man's chest hair with his hands. Bobil's mouth
There was a big difference between his cunning and cunning image and Fang Yi's public image, and Comrade Anchor didn't even think about it for a while.
Looking at Bobile, he nodded and the comrade anchor immediately asked: "Isn't your relationship very bad? Why do you think he will speak for you? And I heard that this person has a good personality, but he doesn't care about himself.
Something!".
"I have something of his in my hand. As soon as I take it out, he has to jump out and speak." Popile was very proud when he mentioned it, and now he was lying next to him, eating the white, tender and delicious lamb cake and asked.
I. It’s not easy for me not to answer.
There is nothing ruthless about lifting up one's trousers. Bobil's body condition, which he has just finished relaxing and is still naked, is not yet capable of such a thing. As for actually lifting up one's trousers, only God knows.
Comrade anchor immediately became interested and put his hand on the old man's chest and asked repeatedly: "Is there still his letter? Can I see it?"
Popile's ears were struck by this soft and crisp sound and he opened his mouth and said: "It's in my email, you can see it as soon as you open it!".
"E-mail?" Comrade anchor couldn't help but be stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then asked: "Only the e-mail, what if it gets lost? Why don't you ask three questions? What should you do if you don't admit that it was written by you?"
Hearing this question from the fruit girl next to him, Bobile shook his head without thinking and said in a very positive tone: "If he does this, then he is not Fang!".
Comrade Anchor nodded after hearing this. In fact, he didn't understand why Bobil was so confident. While saying that he was cunning and cunning, he also said that he would definitely admit it, but in his mind he immediately focused on Bobil's email.
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The two chatted for almost an hour. With the careful efforts of the anchor comrade, the old tree in Popile sprouted new buds and breathed out its youth. The two soon started another round on the battlefield and fought fiercely.
stand up.
Think about how old Bobile is, how can he be the opponent of a woman in her early thirties who is still in her prime when playing this game? After all the tossing, Comrade Bobil felt a little weak and his legs cramped. After a few minutes
After that, he fell into a deep sleep, and despite being pushed by the host comrade two or three times, he snored for a long time. In Chinese terms, he slept like a dead pig.
Comrade Anchor tiptoed down from the bed, then put on some clothes and left the bedroom. When he was waiting to leave the bedroom and close the door, the shrewd Comrade Anchor stood by the door and listened for a while.
Popile's breathing.
Hearing that the breathing inside had not changed, Comrade Anchor walked directly towards Comrade Lao Bo's study. As for the location of the notebook, it was on the desk.
After sitting on the chair, Comrade Anchor turned on the computer and started muttering: "No password. No password!". Obviously God heard Comrade Anchor's prayer. As soon as the computer opened and asked for the password, he entered the desktop and became the Anchor.
When Comrade clicked on the mailbox connection, better luck came. He clicked on the mail homepage and found that the account number and password had been filled in. He only clicked the enter button and entered the mailbox directly.
This situation is understandable. Bobile is already in his sixties. What kind of email he can use is considered fashionable and avant-garde for his age, let alone memorizing broken passwords. He also turns on his phone.
Passwords are such an advanced job. This is why the anchor comrade easily entered the mailbox of the elderly Lao Bo.
The entire mailbox is full of emails, but from the perspective of the host, 99% of them are spam. Except for the emails from the service provider during the test, there are only four emails left. It’s too easy! Just click on it.
Just look for it. It didn't take the anchor comrade a minute to find the email sent by Fang Yi. After taking a look, he forwarded it to his own mailbox.
After finishing these things, the anchor comrade turned off the computer and went back to Bobil's bedroom from the study. Returning to the bed, he turned his head and looked at Bobil, who was snoring and sleeping like a dead pig. He didn't know why.
It seemed that the anchor comrade felt a little sorry, so he reached out and touched Lao Bo's head and said: Bahedong! (Sorry in French).
If the anchor comrade can tell me, this physical and mental exchange was quite good. At least it was much better than I imagined! Originally, the comrade anchor wanted to trick him into something. If possible, he would let some reporters take pictures of himself.
came out of Lao Bo's house. Of course, the next step is to speculate and deny. The anchor comrade felt that he said to the camera: We are just friends! This is better for his career and reputation.
I originally thought that since Lao Bo was so young, he would only scratch the surface when he started doing this. However, after personal experience, the anchor found that Comrade Lao Bo was much better than his station director and producer.
The so-called plan for the worst and strive for the best result is a pretty good result now. Comrade anchor can score twice against Lao Bo, and can complete every task so-so.
I find it very rare! After all, when I was playing bullfighting with the general manager who was a few years younger than Lao Bo, for a long time and sometimes even the whole night, the anchor comrade performed bullfighting alone, and the fight was still head-tired.
ox.
Looking at Popile who was sleeping like a pig, Comrade Anchor suddenly felt that it would be great to be this man's girlfriend. Thinking of this, Comrade Anchor started to think about it.
In the eyes of ordinary girls who don’t have much brains, Bobile is too old if he is rich. However, the anchor comrade believes that being old is not Laobo’s shortcoming. Instead, he chose to marry a rich man. This rich man has one very outstanding feature.
Worrying point! From this aspect, the only thing that is not perfect about Comrade Lao Bo is that he is not old enough. He is still energetic enough to score twice in one night!
Think about it, if you marry a rich old man who is about to die, and endure the nightmare-like nausea for several years, waiting for the old man to die all of a sudden, you will not be responsible for the money in this house.
Yes? I made a beautiful turnaround in my life all of a sudden! And then I thought about what kind of handsome man is there? And becoming Popile’s woman has an additional benefit, that is, Poppy
The widow of Master Le, this name has some weight. The more I think about Comrade Anchor, the brighter my future is. As long as I can have a result with the old guy who is sleeping on the same bed, then half of what he has discovered will be
It’s all yours! Who’s going to be a bad anchor? How much money can you make just now, and people are always harassing you and taking advantage of it?
Thinking about this, I couldn't fall asleep at once, and it wasn't until three hours later that the anchor fell asleep.
When waiting to wake up, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Popile moving the easel into the bedroom and waving the paintbrush in his hand towards him. He was only wearing a thin nightgown and a pair of
Boxer briefs.
Seeing the woman wake up, Bobile smiled and said, "I'll ask them to bring breakfast later!".
Seeing the smile on Popile's face, the anchor comrade thought he could give it a try: "Henry! Let's try to see if we can continue to develop, okay?".
After Bobile heard this, the small eyes on his old face opened wider and wider, and his mouth opened wider and wider. It was a completely incredible look. (To be continued...)