Chapter 147 Let Her Go

"Auntie, naturally raise the corners of your mouth," Yin Shuiling used a pencil to draw a graceful arc in the air with her unpointed red lips, her voice was clear and pleasant, "Auntie, you look like you are only 40 years old, so young, It’s beautiful no matter how you draw it.”

The aunt was amused, her tense mood relaxed, and she said angrily, "You little girl, you have such a sweet mouth. Auntie is almost 50 this year."

Ning Qing watched the two of them chatting for a few more words, and then the aunt happily assumed a natural posture, while Yin Shuiling lowered her eyes and concentrated on painting.

Many passers-by quickly gathered around her, and everyone watched and commented. This little girl painted really well.

Ning Qing stopped five or six meters away. Today, Shui Ling wore a gray T-shirt and a dark hooded down vest. This kind of British-style clothes was casual and casual, and was dyed thickly on the street. The wandering and romantic atmosphere.

Yin Shuiling's two slender legs were stretched forward, stacked together lazily and uninhibitedly. The pencil in her green and white hand was swayed professionally and skillfully. Half of her small face had lost its usual coolness and had a youthful and vigorous look. The breath is flowing.

Ning Qing lamented that the daughter of the Yin family, the little princess of T city, was arrogant, willful and arrogant, but now she was painting on the streets.

But Ning Qing knew that Shuiling had lived a good life for herself in the past three years.

She could only imagine the scene when Shuiling traveled alone to all the cities in the UK during those three years, stopping at every scenic spot to paint.

With a backpack and a pen, she allows herself to live independently and freely.

She has lived her best life to the greatest extent possible.

She has never lost herself. She still loves bright and bright colors. She lives in the sunshine, with paranoia and pride flowing from her bones and blood.

After Yin Shuiling finished painting, the aunt took it and smiled happily. She took out a picture of Mao Zedong from her trouser pocket, handed it to Yin Shuiling, and praised, "Hey, little girl, your painting is even better than the color photos taken by others."

"Thank you for the compliment, auntie. In the future, auntie will introduce more clients to me." Yin Shuiling raised the corners of her lips, a smiling face shining like a rose in the bright sunshine.

"Okay, okay." Auntie left with satisfaction.

Yin Shuiling received a customer, a boy in his twenties. The boy was sitting on a stool and looked at Yin Shuiling with bright eyes.

Very good impression.

Yin Shuiling glanced at the boy, her beautiful and dazzling red eyes curled up, "Hi, handsome boy, hello, please strike a handsome pose."

Seeing Yin Shuiling's enthusiasm, the handsome guy immediately turned sideways, lowered his eyes, and touched the bangs on his forehead with one hand, showing the melancholy look of a literary young man.

"Ha, haha..." Passersby were amused by the boy, "Young man, this is still the way you used to chase girls in the 1990s. How is it still popular now?"

Yin Shuiling raised the corners of her lips. Although she was smiling, her beautiful eyes were cold.

Just as he was about to draw, he said, "Go away, go away!" Seven or eight bodyguards rushed over and dispersed the onlookers in an instant, and a luxury car stopped.

The driver opened the back door, and a middle-aged boss and a hot secretary sat in the back seat.

As soon as Ning Qing saw these people, she knew they were here to cause trouble. She wanted to step forward, but was blocked by the bodyguards. Ning Qing knew that the always proud Yin Shuiling might not want her to appear at this moment, so she had to wait and see what happened, holding her phone tightly. , if these people mess around, she will call the police.

The passers-by and the handsome boy were dispersed far away, and everyone was talking about it. Yin Shuiling sat with an unchanging expression. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the sullen boss, and said lightly, "Boss, I rely on painting." Painting makes money, but what do you mean by driving away my clients?”

The boss looked at Yin Shuiling's little face greedily. He had never seen such a handsome person in his life.

"Ms. Yin, how much money can you make every day by painting pictures for those poor people? I'm helping you by driving them away. So, you paint a picture for me, 20,000 yuan."

"Okay," Yin Shuiling said with a faint smile, "You can strike a pose now."

The boss winked at the hot secretary, who smiled coquettishly, touched the zipper of the boss's trousers with her little hand, and slowly leaned down...

Ning Qing and passers-by were far away from each other and could not be seen, but Ning Qing knew that there must be something good going on in that car.

The boss squinted his eyes at Yin Shuiling while he was enjoying it. He licked his lips with his tongue and swept up and down Yin Shuiling's good figure.

He wanted to see what this little enchantress who was once famous in T City would do?

Yin Shuiling had no expression. She glanced at the disgusting scene in front of her, calmly picked up the pen, "swished" a few times, and quickly finished the painting.

"I've finished the painting."

The boss took out two pieces of Mao Zedong and said with a lewd smile, "Come here in person and hand over the money with one hand and the painting with the other."

Yin Shuiling did not object, stood up and walked towards the car.

The boss pushed the female secretary away rudely and put on her trousers. He took Yin Shuiling's painting and sighed, "Miss Yin, I thought you were so proud back then, but I didn't expect you to be so down today." How dare you swallow this humiliation and paint this kind of picture for me."

"Stop talking nonsense and give me money."

The boss handed two pieces of Mao Zedong to Yin Shuiling.

Yin Shuiling reached out to take it.

But the boss held on to his side and refused to let go. He lowered his voice and said with an evil smile, "Miss Yin, do you think you can afford a mere 20,000 yuan now? How about this? You come with me and I will support you."

Yin Shuiling curled her lips, leaned down, and slowly approached the boss.

The boss smelled the fragrance of a girl, which was like rose dew and was extremely attractive.

His Adam's apple rolled several times, and he reached out to hug Yin Shuiling.

"Want to support me? Why don't you take a pee and look in the mirror. I just looked at it for you for free. You are born short and soft. Take your money and go get medical treatment if you are sick."

Yin Shuiling whipped out two pieces of Mao Zedong, turned around and left.

The boss was furious, got out of the car, and cursed fiercely, "Yin Shuiling, do you think you are still the daughter of the Yin family? Why are you pretending to be arrogant and pure in front of me? Others don't know that I don't know, but you have already been played by others. I had a bad life and had an abortion at the age of 18!”

Yin Shuiling's steps hesitated for a moment, but she still walked away expressionlessly.

The boss was instantly irritated when he was ignored. He ran forward and grabbed Yin Shuiling's slender wrist, "You are so shameless. I will drag you into the car now and play with you as you want!"

Yin Shuiling was restrained, her pair of ruthless red phoenix eyes flashed with sharp frost, and the corners of her mouth curled up contemptuously, she wanted to take action.

At this time, "Let her go!"

A deep male voice sounded.

The onlookers consciously gave way to a path, and a man in a light gray V-neck sweater and black business casual pants appeared.

The man's mature and handsome features were as calm as water, and his expression was gentle and elegant. Only his pair of eyes as dark as the abyss shone with an unconcealable sharp edge.