love is like life

"Here it is, so early."

After entering the villa, a gust of heat rushed out. Several people collapsed on the sofa, with quilts on the ground, and some got up from the ground.

"Close the door quickly, and I won't be able to get up after blowing for a while." The person buried under the quilt whimpered.

An Shaomeng closed the door, went over and tore off the quilt, "If we are not friends, I really want to beat you up one by one."

"Anyway, the magazine is not doing well, so I have to pay for it myself."

The boss of the people downstairs, Liao Liao, came down the stairs, followed by her boyfriend, "This may be the last issue of "Wu Yi". It's not that I won't pay you."

From the time An Shaomeng arrived here, the money has already skyrocketed over time.

"Start work, let's send An Shaomeng away!"

"I want to send you away now, Wu Meng."

Fu Yasheng was like an outsider, standing a little behind An Shaomeng, no one cared about her.

It was An Shaomeng who gave Wu Meng a middle finger, then took Fu Misheng's hand, looked up at her and said, "Come on, let's work together."

An Shaomeng is like the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland, bringing her into this environment.

The people in Lionheart Studio lazily got up and arranged their work. Some were washing up, some were tidying up the shooting room, and some were leading An Shaomeng and Fu Misheng to the dressing room.

"An'an, you're too punctual." The makeup artist took An Shaomeng to wash her face, and then began to gesture and prepare to do it, "The newcomers should also wash their face, maybe I can take a couple of photos for you later. According to."

An Shaomeng patted the makeup artist and said, "Don't talk nonsense, this is the Ziwei star my friend told you about."

"Ziweixing, how tall is Ziweixing?" The makeup artist looked at An Shaomeng ambiguously.

"178." Fu Yasheng washed his face and watched An Shaomeng put on makeup.

"That is indeed Ziweixing." The makeup artist looked at Fu Yayoi seriously, "I am used to An Shaomeng's face, but when I look at other people, I always feel that something is missing."

"Stop, don't blow, be afraid."

An Shaomeng gestured to stop, and motioned for the makeup artist to put on her makeup.

"Wuyi" is a niche magazine. It was so small that it was severely cracked down from the very beginning. It was not easy to struggle to make a little profit, but it was also attacked by e-magazines. I understand that there will be losses.

But they are still doing what they want, after all, someone pays for it.

"This is the Yayoi you mentioned." Liao Liao entered the dressing room, stood beside An Shaomeng and looked at Fu Yayoi, "Let's take a photo together later, I will pay."

Liao Liao's surname is Liao and her first name is Liao, which is her own name.

An Shaomeng's face remained unchanged, she glanced at Liao Liao, held Liao Liao's cold hand, and said, "Didn't you take any Chinese medicine?"

"It doesn't taste good." Liao Liao squeezed An Shaomeng's hand, "This issue is really the last one, otherwise I wouldn't have invited you here."

""No One" is indeed too difficult."

"Wu Yi" is a magazine created by Liao Liao in order to standardize and guide more people to accept other orientations and other hobbies.

This issue is Liao Liao's favorite DS, so Liao Liao invited her favorite model An Shaomeng to take all the pictures of this issue.

The money given by the magazine was very little, except for "No One", An Shaomeng almost never went to the magazine for interviews, even if she could make herself famous.

It was quiet in the powder room.

Liao Liao watched An Shaomeng put on makeup, and Fu Yasheng was also fiddling with his mobile phone beside him, searching for "Wuyi".

An Shaomeng looked at her face in the mirror. After finishing the base makeup, the makeup artist slowly drew lines on her face, connecting her cheeks to eyeliner, and adding colored lines on her cheeks. Coquettish, and finally painted rabbit-like red lips.

"It's so beautiful." Liao Liao looked at the mirror and caressed An Shaomeng's neck, and leaned close to her, his cold hands grabbed her neck, as if it was about to be crushed.

"Let go." Fu Yasheng held Liao Liao's forearm with his hand, looked at Liao Liao indifferently, "Take your hand away."

She didn't find much information about "Wu Yi", but she saw a sentence - the founder Liao Liao is a sadomasochist.

Liao Liao and Fu Yasheng stalemate for a while, then said with a relaxed smile, "It's just a joke." When she let go, there was a circle of red handprints on An Shaomeng's neck.

An Shaomeng's expression was normal, she twisted her neck, picked up the neckband on the dressing table and put it on.

Liao Liao has always been eyeing An Shaomeng, but they don't meet very often, and only this time.

Fu Yasheng also simply put on some makeup.

"Can I wear a muzzle or a mask later?" The makeup artist put more emphasis on Fu Yasheng's eye makeup. Her eyes are beautiful and her eyes are firm. She should look beautiful with decorations, the makeup artist thought.

"I also can."

While putting on makeup, Fu Yasheng looked into the mirror, An Shaomeng stood behind her and discussed shooting with Liao Liao and the other two looking at the tablet.

An Shaomeng looked down at the tablet, took a pen to draw on it and discussed with Wu Meng, looked at Liaoliao from time to time, and occasionally to see if Fu Yasheng had put on her makeup.

She never worried about Fu Yasheng, after all, her face was here, so she said nothing.

After Fu Misheng put on her makeup, she stood directly next to An Shaomeng, covering her, separated her, and gently pulled her hair out of the seam of her clothes, "Have you discussed it?"

Seeing that Fu Yasheng was ready, Wu Meng went out and clapped her hands.

"It was filmed and it was filmed."

An Shaomeng took Fu Yasheng's hand and said, "I didn't expect you to cooperate with me in the shoot. To be honest, I don't really like the concept this time. It's sort of..."

Seeing that Fu Yasheng didn't say the rest, An Shaomeng led Fu Yasheng to the dressing room to change.

There is an urge to cross the line.

"An An, follow your feelings." Wu Meng asked An Shaomeng to follow her feelings after taking a few photos.

An Shaomeng himself is a very strong person, but he looks very gentle.

"Do you really want to follow my feelings?" An Shaomeng watched Fu Misheng answer Wu Meng's question, walked to the side and dragged a chair in the middle of the shooting position, and sat on it according to her favorite posture.

"That's it, you can do whatever you want." Wu Meng quickly started to take pictures.

An Shaomeng held the whip, watched Fu Yasheng pat the chair up and down, licked his lips and smiled.

She herself didn't know when she became interested in Fu Yasheng, it might have been yesterday, or it might have been earlier.

After discovering that she had an affair with Yimei, feeling their way of getting along, and carefully seeing Fu Yasheng's face for her appetite and the height difference that satisfies her fantasy...

An Shaomeng felt that she was out of control.

Maybe it's not love, but An Shaomeng is already ready to move.

"Yayoi, can you lie on An'an's lap with a collar?"

Wu Meng followed An Shaomeng and called her Yayoi without saying a few words to Fu Yasheng. When the stylist next to her heard this, she picked out a collar and put it on for Fu Yasheng.

Fu Misheng obediently bent down and lowered her head to ask the stylist to put a collar on her, fasten the leash, walked to An Shaomeng and sat down, laying her head on her lap, smelling the light fragrance of An Shaomeng's body.

An Shaomeng always has a very faint rose fragrance on her body.

Fu Misheng felt An Shaomeng's hand stroking her hair and gently tapping her ear.

"Just follow me."

An Shaomeng's hand passed by her eyes, took the traction rope, held it firmly in her hand, and put it on Fu Yasheng's head.

Feeling An Shaomeng's softness and the hardness of the leash, Fu Yasheng suddenly felt a little relieved.

This is something neither Qin Qin nor Yimei ever gave her.

Fu Yasheng felt that at this moment, she belonged exclusively to An Shaomeng.

She wanted to see what An Shaomeng looked like now, but Wu Meng had already started filming, so she could only listen to An Shaomeng and Wu Meng's arrangement, leaning, lying, leaning...

"Look up at An Shaomeng."

Fu Yasheng finally had the chance to see An Shaomeng's expression.

The face full of flirtatious lines lowered down, eyes slowly closed and opened, and looked at Fu Yasheng with cold eyes, as if asking her what qualifications she had to dare to look at her.

An Shaomeng looked at Fu Yasheng and smiled, pursed her lips, a small swirl appeared at the corner of her mouth, and then immediately withdrew her smile.

Fu Misheng was firmly caught by An Shaomeng's gaze. In the current scene, Fu Misheng felt An Shaomeng's aggressiveness for the first time.

Liao Liao used his hands to coerce An Shaomeng, but An Shaomeng felt that kind of threat without using his hands.

Like what she just searched for—

Dominator.

"See what I do, take a good shot." An Shaomeng touched Fu Yayoi's hair to comfort her.

In the later shooting, Fu Misheng stabilized after watching An Shaomeng. The leash An Shaomeng was holding was far less guiding than her leading.

Fu Yasheng didn't need to think, she just had to follow An Shaomeng's movements, and she knew what to do.

She never thought that working with An Shaomeng would be like this.

Fu Yasheng seldom relies on others to do things, usually she puts herself first and leads others to achieve the result she wants, but this time, she is led, there is no need to think about it, no need to think too much Say, just do one thing.

Look at An Shaomeng and follow her.

During the break, An Shaomeng drank some water and looked at Fu Yasheng who ate half a hamburger.

"Do you regard me as a dating venue?" Liao Liao saw that An Shaomeng was guiding Fu Misheng during the filming, and felt that something was wrong. They just came here to grab a meal and were arrested by them for hard work, but An Shaomeng never guides others, Wu Meng does it all by himself.

Liao Liao saw that something was wrong.

An Shaomeng put the water on the table, turned his back to Liao Liao and said, "Thank you for that."

Liao Liao thought of her behavior in the dressing room.

"Then you have to give me a big red envelope." Liao Liao regretted that An Shao's dream was not for him, but he was also thankful.

Looking upstairs, her boyfriend was watching her quietly.

Only this man will let her run amok.

And An Shaomeng——

Liao Liao watched as An Shaomeng brought a bottle of water to Fu Yasheng, sat next to her and gently wiped the sauce from the corner of Fu Yasheng's mouth with a paper.

An Shaomeng likes to hold people firmly in her hands, and cannot surpass her.