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Chapter 194 The Queen of Daughters Strikes a Pose
"Wait a minute, can you teach me how to dance the tango first?"

Wei Ming wants to work in middle school, but Sister Lin wants to learn first and then work.

Wei Ming: "Tango is walking in a tango, jumping after three steps, looking back after two steps, lowering your waist after five steps, waving your hand after six steps, and then walking in a tango again. This is called tango, simple, isn't it?"

Zhu Lin laughed: "Is this reliable?"

Wei Ming: "Before you see foreigners tango, take my words as the standard. No one in this room knows tango better than me."

Zhu Lin: "Okay, I'll try it myself first...Okay, come on."

Wei Ming put his arms around her waist again, very politely. If it were Melinda, she would have an extra hand on her butt that she couldn't get rid of.

As the music started, Zhu Lin muttered Wei Ming's formula softly, and it seemed like he really hit the mark.

But at the beginning Zhu Lin was in a passive position and was led by Wei Ming. He danced really well, and it should be said that his ex-girlfriend taught him very well.

Zhu Lin didn't want Wei Ming to talk about her previous partner, but was very interested in Wei Ming's ex-girlfriend.

"Is your ex-girlfriend pretty?"

"She's quite beautiful." Wei Ming did not reject this topic. Although they broke up, that relationship was a very beautiful memory for him.

"How beautiful is she?" Zhu Lin asked, "Who is prettier than the heroine in The Shepherd?"

Zhu Lin very cleverly did not use himself for comparison, but used Gong Xing instead.

"Hey, do you know what the heroine of "The Horse Herder" looks like?"

"I've seen her crew on Popular Cinema."

Wei Ming: "They are both beautiful, but not in the same dimension. Maybe everyone has their own opinions. Since you are so curious, you can look at her photos and judge for yourself later."

He kicked the ball of "comparison" back to Zhu Lin.

Zhu Lin didn't expect that Wei Ming still kept the photos of his ex-girlfriend. She tore up all the photos of her ex, and the other party did the same.

As soon as the thought came to her mind, her steps became hurried and she stepped on Wei Ming's foot.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

"It's okay, luckily you're not wearing high heels," Wei Ming said with a smile, "but for girls dancing this kind of dance, it feels better to wear high heels tapping on the floor."

Also, girls should wear skirts. The pants that Sister Lin is wearing are not very good.

She continued the previous topic: "Okay, let's watch it."

After playing a song, Wei Ming let go of Zhu Lin. She was a little nervous, her palms were sweating, and she didn't take the opportunity to take advantage of her.

However, this kind of close dance was bound to cause the tofu to bump into him, and Wei Ming inevitably had some physiological reactions, after all, he was at an energetic age.

He used the excuse of going to the toilet to suppress it, and Zhu Lin also took a few gulps of tea.

After coming out, Wei Ming invited Zhu Lin into the master bedroom and took out one of his photo albums.

He took so many photos that he filled two albums.

"Here, these pages are all about her."

The first thing Zhu Lin noticed was the color photos. She exclaimed, "How beautiful! Is she born with red hair?"

“Yes, it’s not dyed.”

Then when Zhu Lin saw Melinda’s full-body photo, he noticed her figure again. It was so exaggerated!

Although I am not bad, there is still a huge gap between me and these white people.

And I heard that Westerners are open and proactive. I wonder how far Xiao Wei’s relationship with the other party has developed. It must be more than just holding hands, right?

Zhu Lin stared at Melinda's lipstick-coated lips, and probably kissed her little mouth.

As he was flipping through the pages, Zhu Lin discovered a photo of himself and a smile began to appear on his face.

Wei Ming was very smart. He put Sister Xue's photo in another album in advance, which he never opened.

After all, this was Wei Ming's bedroom, and there was a bed not far away. Zhu Lin did not stay long. It was enough for him to know what Wei Ming's British first love looked like.

Zhu Lin noticed that there was no desk in the bedroom, so she asked, "Where do you usually write?"

So Wei Ming took her to visit his study.

The first thing she saw was the simple and elegant bookshelf, with magazines on the left, books on the right, and letters at the bottom.

"I'll have to buy another bookshelf later." Wei Ming feels that the bookshelf will be full next year.

Zhu Lin took a look and found no novels that interested her. There were indeed no novels suitable for an ordinary girl like her.

However, she soon saw "Yan Yu Meng Meng" on the desk, and it was written in traditional Chinese characters "煙雨濛濛".

"This is?"

Wei Ming: "Romance novels from Hong Kong and Taiwan, old books from my Hong Kong pen pals, we are exchanging books to read."

"You have a pen pal in Hong Kong?" Zhu Lin's first reaction was: This pen pal must be a girl.

"We are all friends from all corners of the world. After writing a few letters to this little pen pal, I have a basic understanding of Hong Kong, which is unfamiliar to me. Even if I want to write about Hong Kong in the future, I won't be exposed."

Wei Ming remembered that he still had the snacks that Amin had sent him, so he took out a bag of potato chips for Zhu Lin to eat.

Zhu Lin took a piece and his eyes lit up. It was delicious!
But her fingers were oily and she still had to turn the pages of the book.

"Forget it, let's not eat yet. I'll read this novel first."

Wei Ming: "You watch yours, I'll feed you."

This behavior was a bit ambiguous, but Wei Ming had already handed it to her mouth, so she had to open her mouth to take it.

As she became more and more fascinated the more she watched, she unknowingly began to be fed a small bag of potato chips by Wei Ming. She felt that even if she was given a carrot at this time, she would still take a bite.

Wei Ming smiled and said, "If you like it, just take it and read it."

"My pen pal gave it to you. Is that okay?"

Wei Ming: "Just return it to me after you finish reading it. This kind of book might be poisonous, and it's not safe to leave it in the dormitory."

This was a timely reminder. Zhu Lin said, "Then I'd better not borrow it. This traditional Chinese character is quite eye-catching."

She lives with someone and they are not that familiar with each other, so who knows if it will be reported? We all came from that era and have psychological trauma.

Wei Ming thought about it, then went out for a while. When he came back, he had a key in his hand: "Then come to my place when you want to see it."

Zhu Lin suddenly panicked. How could he take his house key? They were just ordinary friends. This was overstepping the limit!

Wei Ming said indifferently: "I have nothing here, what am I afraid of? Just take it and come and see it."

Wei Ming forced the key into Zhu Lin's pocket, thinking at the same time that he would have to get two more keys later, so that Sister Lin would have one and Sister Xue would have one too.

Helpless because Wei Ming was too enthusiastic, Zhu Lin accepted the key, but thought that he should come as a guest only when Wei Ming was at home in the future, and he couldn't really treat this place as his own home.

After reading the beginning, Zhu Lin felt that this kind of romance novel was very fresh and a type she had never read before. It was very attractive to her. Moreover, the book was not thick and she finished it in one day on a weekend.

"Hey, this is..." When putting the book back, Zhu Lin noticed the Chinese painting on the desk, which was a painting of grapes.

Wei Ming picked it up and said, "Oh, this is a housewarming gift from Comrade Gong Xing."

"Comrade Gong Xing!" Comrade Zhu Lin's radar suddenly sounded, "She has also been to your house?"

"Yes, almost all my friends have come and given gifts. The teapot just now was given by a good friend from the Chinese Department. I didn't know you were in Beijing at the time, otherwise I would have asked you to come and play."

Zhu Lin took the painting and looked at it. There was a signature on it.

"Comrade Gong Xing is quite talented." Zhu Lin thought to himself, his paintings are just average, not comparable to the two paintings outside, and he still has the nerve to leave his name.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Zhu Lin's heart skipped a beat. He immediately reflected, why am I so jealous of others? He didn't do this when he talked about Melinda, Xiao Wei's ex-girlfriend.

Wei Ming replied: "This is a family tradition. Her father is a painter."

"How old is Comrade Gong Xing?" Zhu Lin suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

Wei Ming said vaguely: "I'm not sure, but it looks similar to yours."

The two say they are one year apart in age, but in fact they are only three months apart, and Zhu Lin is the older sister.

Zhu Lin felt better knowing that he was the same age as her. She put down the painting and said, "It seems inappropriate that someone gave you a gift but I came empty-handed."

Wei Ming leaned against the desk: "So what are you going to give me?"

Zhu Lin said regretfully: "Your residence is elegant, it is not appropriate to give you vulgar things, calligraphy and painting are more appropriate, but unfortunately I don't have talent in this area."

Wei Ming suddenly came up with an idea: "I can draw!"

"Oh, you can also draw?" Zhu Lin became jealous again. Then you two are a perfect match.

She asked, "But what use will you be to me? Now I want to give you a gift."

Wei Ming stared at her bright and generous face, and said, "If I draw a picture of you, wouldn't it be like a gift from you to me?"

Zhu Lin's eyes widened: "You want me to be your model."

"correct."

Zhu Lin thought this was a good idea. He would hang himself on the wall in the study so he could see it every day when he was writing!
Wei Ming asked again: "So do you want to draw someone wearing clothes or someone without clothes?"

Zhu Lin was stunned for a moment, then angrily said: "You little bastard, you are playing hooligan with your sister, right?"

As he said this, he even pretended to twist Wei Ming's ears. Boys should not speak nonsense just because they are good-looking. You must know that trouble comes from the mouth!

Wei Ming dodged and explained, "Sister, you are wrong. I am good at Western painting, such as oil painting and sketching. The basic skills of this kind of painting are to draw the human body, the kind without clothes."

"Have you ever painted before?" Zhu Lin asked with a red face during intense exercise.

"I've never painted before, so my skills aren't very high. I can only write novels."

Zhu Lin said: "You are not allowed to draw it. Who would draw that?"

Wei Mingxin said that Old Wu next door had painted this before. He studied painting in Europe and painted a lot of this kind of paintings. Even his deceased foreign wife had been a nude model for him.

Wei Ming was just teasing Sister Lin, how could he really draw for her? They weren't familiar with each other yet.

But Zhu Lin thought of a question: "Did your ex-girlfriend also teach you how to paint Western paintings?"

In fact, he learned it after he started working in his previous life, but it was difficult to explain it at this time, so he just nodded.

Zhu Lin blushed and asked again: "Then you drew that picture of her without clothes?"

Wei Ming lied, "No, but she has painted me."

Zhu Lin: “O!”

Sister Lin was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth.

She now feels that Wei Ming and Melinda probably do more than just kiss each other!
He was just an 18-year-old boy last year. What a joke!

Zhu Lin said: "Then just draw it, the one wearing clothes, do you have the tools?"

Wei Ming: "I have pencils and drawing paper here, let's draw a sketch."

"So what should I do?" the model asked.

Wei Ming: "Choose a posture that you can maintain for a long time."

Zhu Lin thought for a moment and said, "I can last a long time lying in bed."

Wei Ming: "Okay, I just changed the sheets, please."

Zhu Lin immediately grabbed Wei Ming and this time he finally twisted his ear, but his brother was too tall and he had to stand on tiptoe.

Wei Ming: "I'm serious. Many Western paintings are of people lying in bed. Choose a comfortable side-lying posture, and the effect will be very good."

Zhu Lin didn't agree with what he said. What if he fell asleep while lying down? There seemed to be only one bed in the house.

She fell asleep, so Wei Ming slept somewhere else.

Finally, Zhu Lin walked around the house and chose to lean on the sofa, which was quite comfortable.

Wei Ming thought about it, pushed the sofa to the balcony, let her sit on the sofa and look out the window, and found a blanket to cover her legs.

He still has some artistic perception, so this adjustment makes things much better.

Wei Ming moved a small stool and started painting.

Sister Lin, looking at the night outside the window, asked, "Can I talk then?"

"Okay, but don't say it to me."

Zhu Lin: "What time is it now?"

Wei Ming: "It's almost nine o'clock."

"Oh, it's so late!"

Wei Ming: "Does your dormitory also have closing time?"

"Not really, but my roommate usually goes to bed at ten o'clock, and I don't want to disturb her."

Wei Ming: "Then I'll take you back after painting for a while, and we'll continue tomorrow."

This is actually exactly what Wei Ming wants. He doesn't want to finish the painting so quickly. Adding elements such as windows and blankets is also to increase the difficulty and painting time.

After drawing for about half an hour, Wei Ming said that Sister Lin could move around.

"I need to go to the bathroom first." I just drank a lot of tea and I can't hold it anymore.

After hearing the sound of the toilet flushing, Wei Ming walked to the bathroom door: "Sister Lin, open the cabinet above the sink."

"Why?"

"see it."

"what is this?"

Wei Ming: "I asked my pen pal in Hong Kong to buy foreign goods. Last time I was in Yunnan, I found that the sun there was very strong. You can try these two skin care products. They have a whitening effect."

In fact, Zhu Lin paid great attention to skin care in Yunnan, but it was completely useless. It has been a few days since she came back, and she has been hiding from the sun in the laboratory but her skin has not recovered. She is actually quite anxious. Which girl doesn't love beauty?

Zhu Lin opened the door with a look of surprise on her face. She asked, "How much?"

Wei Ming raised his head: "My brother's kindness is priceless."

Zhu Lin snorted: "I will only be a model for you, and this is priceless."

Wei Ming muttered quietly, "Only those without clothes are priceless."

Zhu Lin pretended to twist his ears again, she looks so good without clothes, you can't forget it!
She seriously suspected that Xiao Wei had seen Melinda without clothes. There was nothing that foreigners could not do.

I guess only those who have tasted meat will be obsessed with its aroma.

But what does it feel like? 28-year-old Zhu Lin asked a soul-searching question.

~
They had already danced tango together, and when they went back, Zhu Lin put his arms around Wei Ming's waist. The night was a little chilly, so it was warmer this way.

After sending the person back, Wei Ming returned to his home, turned on the tape recorder and continued to play "One Step Away". He walked alone, feeling lonely and wanted to fuck a woman.

The next day, Wei Ming arrived at school and happened to meet Uncle Ping'an on the way to the school magazine office. He told Wei Ming.

"Your phone line has been approved and should be installed within a week. Prepare the money by then. Don't run around after work. Wait at home."

Wei Ming was cheered up: "Okay!"

This speed is too fast, he is worthy of being my uncle! He did not praise the telecommunications department, but felt that Uncle Ping An was amazing. Without his connections, it would not be possible to make such a fast call.

At the office, Wei Ming and Yang Hao continued to care about the dire situation in South Korea, while Vice President Zhou hinted at writing an article.

If I finish writing it today, it can be published in this issue. If I finish writing it tomorrow, I will have to wait for the next issue.

So Wei Ming handed the manuscript to him before leaving get off work in the afternoon.

Zhou Junfeng: "You wrote another poem!"

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(Monthly ticket 8000 plus more! A total of words today~)

(End of this chapter)