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In front of the easel.

Hu Yinmeng hugged her arm in front of her chest, holding her chin with one hand, and carefully admired the oil painting in front of her, called "Xi Nu". The more she looked, the more fascinated her eyes, as if she was back at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.

Following the exhibition scene.

"It's very delicate, and it fully expresses your beauty and laziness. Through the changes in the light and color under the sun, it has a bit of the style of the French oil painter Angel. It makes me feel as if I saw his famous work "The Fairy of Spring"

And "The Great Palace Maid", they also pay great attention to the beauty of lines.

Your little boyfriend must have played with every inch of your skin clearly before it can be expressed through the drawing paper.

This must be a particularly romantic man. I can imagine that you are really in a perfect harmony between spirit and desire, and have achieved a true fusion of tacit understanding.

This is really enviable. It must be that there is a lingering charm after the passion of the clouds and rain in the morning. You are lying on the bed, standing in front of the drawing board, stroke by stroke... This is an indescribable interest and the tacit understanding between men and women. To be honest,

, I envy you very much—”

Aunt Lin sat on the soft sofa on the side, holding her beautiful feet, putting down the silver spoon, her eyebrows showed spring water, and her smile seemed to be bright, "This coffee is very sweet."

“Sweet?”

Hu Yinmeng glanced at the coffee without sugar cube and shrugged, "I always thought you would never escape the little Bourgeois man like Qin Han, gentle, considerate, careful but not firm in your position and indecisive!

I didn’t expect you to choose such a rebellious man?

I have watched his movies, which are strong male hormones, and I don’t like them very much. But the fate of reincarnation is good.

This man's conflicting nature is not the type you like, right? It's so complicated, contradictory, and aggressive..."

The fingers gently stroked and slid across the drawing paper, and imagined the clouds and rain in my mind, the blur and mood that lingers with my fingertips, and there was an unknown stimulation.

"Women are always fickle."

Aunt Lin sipped a coffee lightly, "When I think of him, I was happy all over~ I knew that this is the life I wanted."

"Yes~ When it comes to women and women of our age, they seem to have an idea that they must find a responsible man?

What is a sense of responsibility? Why do women have to take men to take responsibility?

Can't women be responsible for themselves?

Those who yell about feminism emphasize all day long how men want, they are clearly revisionist."

Hu Yinmeng smiled, with less charming temperament, and really had a bit of aura of a heroine.

"Women should never use love to stumbling men's footsteps, otherwise they will only get mediocrity.

You are so good now. With each other's own space, it can often make love shelf life longer. Under the same roof, there are neither great men nor beautiful men."

Looking at Aunt Lin's elegant and calm appearance, Hu Yinmeng smiled and then looked at the oil paintings, and sighed: "Hong Kong Film Director, I just know that Mr. Hu Jinquan's Chinese painting is first-class, so I didn't expect you to be

A young boyfriend has such a deep foundation in oil painting.

It’s hard to believe that this is just the pen of a young boy in his twenties. I feel a little incredible when you talked to me about his experience before. Maybe prison can really hone people.”

"Who are you Mr. Li?" Aunt Lin joked with a smile. Master Li Goudan's experience of being imprisoned twice is well known to the whole island.

“Although their character and performance in bed are really bad, I have to admit that prisons can really inspire their potential for some men.

At least the temperament shown in this painting is not something that art students who simply pay attention to skills in the greenhouse can draw... Do you believe it or not? If Van Gogh put it now, his skills might be surpassed by many art students, but

His paintings are put together with the paintings of art students who focus on skills. You can tell at a glance which one is a master's work!" Hu Yinmeng regretfully withdrew her gaze. Even though she was reluctant to leave, the situation of this painting was naturally

Can't come over.

Aunt Lin listened to Hu's words, went into his right ear and left ear, and took the initiative to say, "Do you remember what I called and mentioned to you? How are you thinking about it?"

"Not really~ You should know that I am now focusing on the research of mystics of body, mind and soul, or translation of works and academic theories, and writing things at the same time. I really don't want to film now..."

Hu Yinmeng was so narrow-minded that she avoided the pillow that Aunt Lin smashed over and joked deliberately: "It's strange~ When you were so depressed back then, you smiled as if you saw me, let alone the word "please"!

Is Qin Xianglin worth it? Is Qin Han worth it? This little boyfriend is worth it? I am really curious about him now. What magic does this director Wu have? Let you circle around him like this?"

"The magic of love turns around."

Aunt Lin joked humorously, showed a gentle smile, fell into talking to herself, and murmured softly: "Before I was thirty-three years old, I felt that love was the love between the two of us, and the brilliance of life and death. Until,

When I met him, I felt that love was the destination of the heart, and that was it, and there was no adjective to interpret it at all.

If my previous experiences and love taught me to move forward bravely and wander around the world, then he made me take my heart back, lie beside him, and be a real woman.

When I could no longer see my tired sleep in the mirror, the red bloodshots in my eyes, and the panic in my face, I suddenly realized that those uneasy roads had been helped by this man long ago

I stood behind me.

A few years ago, I stood on the streets of the United States and thought in my mind: the universe is so big, the sky is so wide, and my future is so good, but I am not happy at all.

Now, the small Hong Kong Island also gives me my own expectations, regardless of the openness of a few words.

Now, I really began to understand the sentence Yi Shu.

A truly elegant lady never shows off everything she has. She doesn't tell others what books she has read, where she has been, how many clothes she has, what jewelry she has bought, whom she has loved, or who is beings

Having loved ones or showing their love in front of the public and outsiders makes people envious of being a fairy couple...

I don’t need it, because at this moment, I’m really sure that I live a very open life, not a loss or a oweful life, and not a sense of inferiority!”

Hu Yinmeng carefully listened to Aunt Lin's literary and youthful illness, and then showed the smile of a child's teaching-oriented aunt.

"Life is just a few decades, and the most important thing is to satisfy yourself, not to please others. Qingxia, you finally realized it!"

"So--he prepared a drama called "Longmen Inn". It sets a brilliant but rebellious and free-spirited female hero..."

Aunt Lin turned cunningly and laughed, "No one of the women I know is more free and easy than yours."

"Hey~ You know I have decided to quit the entertainment industry-"

Hu's lady pouted, her eyes were filled with water, and said coquettishly: "You know I can't refuse you!"

"Did you agree?" Aunt Lin asked with a smile.

"Think about it~"

Hu Yinmeng laughed softly, "You might as well let your director Xiao Wu give it a try. I'll give him a chance to see if he can sleep with me?"

"I said so much, I can't even come forward in person?"

Aunt Lin looked at Hu Yinmeng with a smile. The relationship between the two was really good. When she was in love between the two Qins, she ran abroad and defected to Hu Yinmeng, which led to the future generations. Two peerless beauties traveling together to take photos in Italy.

Later, Hu Yinmeng divorced Master Li Goudan, and Aunt Lin made a special trip to go back to accompany Hu Nuxia to heal her wounds... Who knew that Hu Nuxia pulled her to drink... until the two of them rolled the sheets without getting a piece of it. As for Lin Mitao not being ruined by Hu Mixia, it is unknown.

o(╯□╰)o.

"Are you sure you let Qingxia come forward?"

Hu Yinmeng's charming eyes remained unabashed, and her eyes passed by Aunt Lin, just as she fell on Director Wu who had changed her clothes and walked out--

"Miss Hu is so grateful to Wu for being able to give the opportunity."

Aunt Lin looked back, Wu Junzi was open and honest. The villain hid his cock and hugged Aunt Lin's waist with a smile, kissed the other person's forehead gently, and signaled himself to do it.

"What should Miss Hu drink?" Director Wu asked with a smile.

"It's better to drink a bar." Hu Nuxia pretended to be a direct person, regardless of the warm morning light.

"good!"

Wu Xiaozu didn't say anything nonsense, and looked at the tall and thin white young Xiu. Except for her, she had other things, and her bare toes were slender and very flexible.

"Then I'll go sober up~"

Aunt Lin gently clamped her hair and smiled warmly. Her mature body showed a more feminine charm under the development of Director Wu. Her waist twisted and her big peach was full of temptation.

"Haha~" Wu Xiaozu smiled.

"Why did Mr. Wu laugh?" Hu Yinmeng approached directly, with a smile on his charming eyes.

"Last night, I drank with Cai Lan, Huang Zhan, Fei Cheng and Li Hanxiang. I sneered and slid less. Unexpectedly, I was retribution in less than 12 hours. Do you think I should laugh?" Wu Xiaozu was also at all. Not being restrained, he looked straight at Hu Yinmeng.

While the two of them were talking, they walked to the living room. Aunt Lin took a box of exquisite cigars and placed them on the table.

"Smoking and drinking~ You really broke all Qingxia's habits."

Hu Yinmeng looked at Wu Xiaozu, who shaved her hairstyle into a round inch last night, and tilted her head, "I won't talk about smoking and drinking, and my hair is not even perm. This is not consistent with her little Bourgeois style. I always thought Qin Han That kind of gentle mature man is her dish, and I don’t know why her appetite changed drastically—”

"I am really arrogant and not drinking and being slutty, but being reserved and being passionate! How can I just say that mature or immature?"

Director Wu smiled slightly and teased, "Besides, how did Miss Hu know that Wu didn't perm her hair?"

Hu Yinmeng instantly turned into a staring cat and sneered: "I'm afraid this is not that elegant!"

"Gaoya is probably not pretending, but grandson is pretending." Wu Xiaozu had no time to talk to this liberal warrior Hu Yinmeng here, and took the initiative to go straight to the point, "Miss Hu--"

"Call me Yinmeng or Yinyin."

Hu Yinmeng lay lazily on her side, her two slender white legs were placed on the sofa next to Wu Xiaozu, her feet were raised, as if they were hooked up, and she was really brave.

However, if you think about the other person's experience carefully, you will understand that many women may see life-and-death sexual matters, which are just a game to please and play.

The same thing is said, I really don’t take it seriously when I see a lot of food and food. Later, Hu Mixia also held a spiritual and physical meditation class. This class was later popular among urban white-collar workers for a while, and later...

Either it is a pyramid scheme to be hit or it turns into a promiscuous party.
To be continued...