He remembered that there were two concave dimples on her back, above the sacral vertebrae of the buttocks and on both sides of the junction of the lumbar vertebrae. In art, these were called the dimples of Venus and were the sexy eyes of the human body.
At this moment, her back was turned, her back was beautiful, and she bowed slightly. This action reminded him of the scene that night when he pinched her waist and tossed her hair hard.
Fu Yancheng's eyelashes trembled and his Adam's apple rolled.
A trace of ambiguity began to spread in the atmosphere. Sheng Mian pinched the brush and felt a slight heat rising in her body.
She heard footsteps approaching, and a wave of warmth came from behind. She froze immediately, but Fu Yancheng just passed by and leaned over to get another brush.
His chest and her back only touched each other slightly for a moment, and then they separated as soon as they touched.
But that kind of warmth seems to penetrate through each other's fabrics and into the skin.
Sheng Mian was frozen and didn't dare to move. She saw Fu Yancheng dipped the paint brush in her paint tray and painted 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. Sheng Mian also planned to deal with that place in the same way.
She quickly dismissed other thoughts from her mind and continued to draw this place calmly.
Fu Yancheng probably just wanted to practice his skills, so he put down the brush after painting a few strokes.
"Mr. Fu, it's very late, why don't you take a rest?"
"Headache."
Sheng Mian stopped talking, calmed down secretly, and continued to seriously fill in the unfinished items.
An hour later, she couldn't help but look back.
Fu Yancheng was gone long ago, and there was nothing behind him.
She breathed a sigh of relief and became more efficient.
I stayed up until seven in the morning, feeling like I was drifting when I walked, but I finally got it done.
She packed up the brushes and paint trays and put them aside. Knowing that someone would come to tidy them up later, she returned to her room in a daze.
I took a simple shower, fell on the bed, and fell asleep as soon as I was almost touching the pillow.
The painting on the white wall has been completed, and the attendants cleaning around have also gotten up early.
After Fu Yancheng finished handling the company's business for the day, he heard Qi Shen knocking on the door, saying that someone was coming to invite him to dinner.
Fu Yancheng left the room and saw several leaders waiting outside.
A few people exchanged pleasantries and said that a batch of extremely high-quality large yellow croaker arrived at midnight last night. It is the most delicious thing when steamed. Of course, it should be used to entertain distinguished guests like him.
Unable to reject the warm welcome, Fu Yancheng had no choice but to follow them out.
As a group of people went to the hall, they inevitably passed by that wall.
One of them stopped and couldn't help but praise.
"Mr. Fu, do you like this painting? Yesterday you said that this white wall is too monotonous. Just as the child who was admitted to the Tiandu Academy of Fine Arts came back, we asked someone to invite her over, and it only took one night to paint it.
finished."
Speaking of Shengmian, the leader's face was all smiles.
"That child is very impressive. She used to study here as a student because her mother passed away and her father took care of the company alone. She came here to study during her high school years. Unexpectedly, she became the only one in the county who was admitted to the Tiandu Academy of Fine Arts.
Yes, no one has broken her record until now. For the highest overall score that year, I even won a bonus of 600,000 yuan from the boss, all of which was given to that girl."
The leader is in his fifties, getting older, and now he really wants to do something for You County before retiring.
Therefore, for a big boss like Fu Yancheng, it is natural to be a little flattering in his words.
Fu Yancheng said it was monotonous, so he immediately hired someone to fill in the white wall.
Fu Yancheng smiled, his gesture was light but flirtatious.
"The painting is very good, and it lives up to the name of the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts."
When the leader heard what he said, the smile on his face became even bigger. It seemed that he had found the wrong person.
"If Mr. Fu wants to see her, can I have someone call her?"