When Wang Xiaodong took a closer look, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
I'll be a good boy!
Forget it if this is some kind of Van Gogh or Picasso. I directly admit that I don’t have the artistic talent to appreciate it, and it doesn’t hurt to be laughed at by my future father-in-law.
But what is hung on the wall is not the copy work of masters such as Leonardo da Vinci at all, but the oil paintings of Guoer.
When Wang Xiaodong stared at a painting carefully, he discovered that the painter had been so precise that even some private parts were painted vividly. It seemed that he must have put in a lot of effort.
"This, this, this, this..." Wang Xiaodong immediately stuttered.
"Dad!!!" The little witch who followed in also screamed, blushing and expressing her strongest dissatisfaction with Mr. Watson.
"Dad, how could you do this!" The little witch immediately turned her back and blocked the picture closest to Wang Xiaodong, protesting loudly: "Dad, when did you get these dirty things? What do you mean? ?”
"Dirty?" Mr. Watson smiled slightly, "In the eyes of pure-hearted people, these paintings are all art."
The little witch's father also risked his life, even burying his own daughter in it.
"DONG, come and see, what is the artistic content of these paintings?"
"Uh..." Seeing Mr. Watson asking himself, Wang Xiaodong resisted the urge to have a nosebleed, stretched out his thumb and said: "High, really high!"
"Haha, I knew that a young and outstanding young man like DONG certainly has a lot of talent in appreciating art."
Mr. Watson put a tall hat on Wang Xiaodong's head and walked to the fruit girl in the center of the study.
"DONG, take a closer look at this picture. Does it look familiar?"
"look familiar?"
This word stunned Wang Xiaodong.
I am familiar with the island teacher, and I am familiar with the little witch and her female companion, but I have never been familiar with oil paintings.
But since the little witch's father asked, Wang Xiaodong only had to take a closer look.
The woman in this painting is very tall and fair-skinned. She looks out of the painting with seductive eyes, as if she might crawl out at any time and devour the man staring at her alive.
Eh? ? ?
This face, this figure...it seems like I have seen it before somewhere!
Wang Xiaodong carefully searched for sexy movies in his mind, and after eliminating them, he started searching for some sexy magazines.
After thinking for a moment, Wang Xiaodong suddenly had an idea.
Farke!
Isn't this Clancy?
The girlfriend of Liverpool tycoon Crouch!
As a well-known female model in Premier League football, Clancy relies not only on her attractive figure and devilish face, but also on her scandals with countless players and her love affair with her boyfriend Crouch.
After the two made their relationship public, there was even a trend of "weird standards for choosing a spouse" in the British football world.
Standard handsome guys like Kaka and Beckham are not favored, but players with unique looks and figures like Crouch are more popular among female models.
Of course, Wang Xiaodong's oriental face has always been the object of expectation for these young models.
Seeing the surprise in Wang Xiaodong's eyes, Mr. Watson smiled slightly: "It seems you recognized her."
"This, this, this...I, I, I...Mr. Watson, I..."
Clancy is a well-known socialite in the football circle. Even if her relationship with Crouch is public, there are many rumors of having rooms with other players.
At this moment, Wang Xiaodong was unable to argue, for fear that his future father-in-law and the little witch would misunderstand.
"This was given to me by a friend of mine." Mr. Watson introduced it while stroking the surface of the oil painting. "According to him, he spent three days copying this painting. These three days Here, the owner of the portrait stood naked in front of him for him to admire."
"Gudong..."
The sound of Wang Xiaodong swallowing could be heard in the room.
Although she is not Wang Xiaodong's type, a sensual woman like Clancy is enough to arouse every man's sensitive nerves.
"How about it? If you like it, I will give it to you. It will be my return gift to you." Mr. Watson smiled.
"dad!!!"
The little witch shouted sharply, saving Wang Xiaodong from the embarrassing atmosphere.
"Dad, how could you do this!"
"snort!"
"Xiaodong, ignore him, let's go!"
After saying that, the little witch couldn't help but grabbed Wang Xiaodong's arm and quickly fled the study.
Looking at Wang Xiaodong's embarrassed back, Mr. Watson grinned: "Oh, you think this is the end?"
...
That night, Wang Xiaodong stayed overnight at the little witch's home.
"Emma, go back to your own bedroom." Seeing the little witch come out of the shower and reading a newspaper on the sofa, Mr. Watson said casually: "I have tidied up DONG's guest room, which is at the end of the left side of the second floor. between."
The bedrooms of the little witch and Alex are both on the right side of the second floor. Mr. Watson arranged this arrangement because he obviously did not want Wang Xiaodong to live with his daughter under his nose.
Wang Xiaodong naturally knew what his father-in-law meant, and he looked at the little witch and nodded.
"It's getting late, so I'll go back to my room and rest first."
After returning to the guest room, Wang Xiaodong stretched out and fell directly on the made bed.
It's such an awkward time to spend the night at my father-in-law's house, so it's better to get there as soon as possible.
After sending a "good night" message to the little witch, Wang Xiaodong turned off the light.
The next second, he jumped up from the bed.
Wang Defa? ? ?
Wang Xiaodong had veins popping up on his forehead and was sweating profusely.
The portrait of Clancy that she saw in the little witch's father's study during the day was now hanging on the ceiling of her bedroom.
Especially after turning off the lights, under the reflection of the surrounding luminous lamps, the flickering Clancy seemed to be really alive in the painting, stretching out her waist to the guests lying on the bed.
Damn it!
Which man can stand this?
Wang Xiaodong was so frightened that he rolled out of bed, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and planned to escape from the bedroom.
But no matter how hard he turned, the door handle just wouldn't open.
At the corner of the stairs, Mr. Watson looked at the door that kept shaking, shook the key in his hand proudly, and walked down the stairs.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, honey, I was locked into the room by your dad."
As soon as the call was connected, Wang Xiaodong's crying voice could be heard.
"My dear, me too." The little witch also looked angry, "How could he do this and dare to lock me in the room! Hum, I will put laxatives in his rice tomorrow."
"But, dear, what should I do tonight?" Wang Xiaodong cried and described what he had experienced in the guest room.
Hearing that the painting during the day was hanging above her boyfriend's head, the little witch was no longer calm now.
"You mean, that painting is in your room now? You can see it whether you turn on the light or not?"
"Woooooo, yes, there are luminous devices around the painting. It looks more three-dimensional when the lights are turned off..."
"Close your eyes and don't look!" the little witch on the other end ordered with jealousy.
"I don't want to see it either!" Wang Xiaodong looked helpless, "I can see it as soon as I open my eyes. I, I... I can't sleep on the ground tonight!"
"Sleeping on the ground?" The little witch rolled her eyes as if she had thought of something.
"Honey, go check and see if the window is locked."
Wang Xiaodong was stunned for a moment, then came to the window and pushed it, "The window is not locked."
"Okay, just wait, I'll go over now."
After the little witch finished speaking, she hung up the phone before Wang Xiaodong could react.
"Hello, hello???"
Just as Wang Xiaodong was staring at the voice on his phone in a daze, there was a sound of tiles on the roof, and a black shadow appeared outside the window.
"Fuck you! You don't want your life!"
Seeing the little witch stepping on the beams and sneaking over from the other side, Wang Xiaodong was so frightened that he held his girlfriend's arm and hugged the little witch in through the window.
"It's okay, it's okay. I've walked this road many times, and I can come here with my eyes closed."
The little witch looked indifferent, patted the dust on her hands, came to the bed and raised her head.
"Really, my dad is too cautious!"
After seeing that everything Wang Xiaodong said was true, the little witch held her boyfriend's hand with an apologetic expression, "My dear, I've made you suffer."
"It's not bitter, it's not bitter!" Wang Xiaodong quickly shook his head like a rattle, "I won't be bitter when you come!"
"Really?" The little witch blushed, grabbed the collar of Wang Xiaodong's pajamas and shook it hard.
Under the influence of inertia, Wang Xiaodong and the little witch exchanged positions, and then his girlfriend pinned her down on the bed.
"Snapped!"
The bedroom lights were turned off.
In the darkness, the woman in the oil painting on the ceiling swayed her waist like a water snake, and her charming eyes stared directly at the strong man lying on the bed.
Wang Xiaodong, who was lying flat on the bed, no longer restrained himself, and the little witch used magic to untie his pajamas. In the dark night, there were bursts of creaking sounds from the double bed.
