Her appearance successfully softened Zhang Yiming's heart.

He smiled silently and reached out to pinch her face: "Yinyin, you are getting more and more cute." ”

Feng Yin was in a daze, how could he think he would suddenly make a move?

Her face was pinched, and she slapped away the strange hand angrily: "What are you doing?" If you don't talk about it, you'll play this mess. ”

"Poof—"

Listening to her words, Zhang Yiming smiled very unkindly: "Yinyin, I'm playing with your face, you mean to say that you are a mess!" ”

Feng Yin: "......" bastard, as soon as he gave him some color, he dared to bully people.

She gritted her teeth and stared at the man who was smiling a little hatefully, reaching out and pinching his cheek.

"Hiss~"

When Zhang Yiming pinched Feng Yin's face, her strength was well controlled, and it was impossible for her to feel pain at all.

But Feng Yin's method of defending his face was a bit ruthless, and he directly pinched the man to gasp.

"Humph!"

The sound of his gasp made Feng Yin's heart soften, and he let go of his hand and exhaled: "Do you know it hurts?" ”

"Yinyin, you're so ruthless."

Zhang Yiming kept rubbing the painful place, grinning and complaining, "My face is going to be pinched off by you." ”

Seeing that she ignored herself, he deliberately said innocently: "There is no flesh on the face, and if you pinch it like this, there will only be bones left." ”

Feng Yin glanced at him and said unconvinced: "Then why don't you say that you always pinch my face?" ”

"It's like I have a couple of taels of meat on my face."

Both of them have been raised a little weakly by the best Feng Yin, and although they have made up for it recently, they have not yet reached the point where they can grow much meat.

Therefore, the husband and wife's appearance of being so thin that they don't see a few taels of meat is actually the same.

Zhang Yiming: "But you have thin skin, and it feels good to pinch it." ”

Feng Yin: "You mean, my skin is rough and I don't feel good." ”

"In this case, I still have a loss, and I have to pinch it a few more times."

As she spoke, she stretched out her face again, but the corners of her lips raised to wipe.

How could Zhang Yiming really let her pinch her face again?

Seeing her hand stretched out, he hurriedly held her hand and said, "Dear girl, let's stop playing, okay?" ”

"Don't you want to know where the secret mark in my painting is? I'll show you. ”

These words successfully stopped Feng Yin's movements, and she looked at him suspiciously: "Distract me? ”

"No, no, I mean really."

As he spoke, he turned around, picked up the painting where the ink had dried, and said, "If you look closely, I believe you can find out the secret mark of this picture." ”

Feng Yin's eyes widened, and he carefully looked at the painting.

At first, she really didn't see anything unusual, but when she changed a few angles and looked again, she finally saw it.

At the intersection of the sickle and the axe, there are several very inconspicuous words 'Longxia People's Republic'.

These words were like a heavy hammer hitting Feng Yin's heart, making her body tremble slightly.

With trembling hands, he wanted to take the painting and see it more clearly, but he was afraid that he would accidentally destroy the painting that he had infused with mental power.

Seeing this, Zhang Yiming hurriedly put the painting back on the kang table, and smiled and put away the other things.

Only then did he say to Feng Yin: "Yinyin, if you want to see it more clearly, you can pick it up and see it yourself." ”

Feng Yin licked her dry lips and asked, "Can ...... May I? ”

Her hands were still shaking, and she didn't dare touch the painting.

It's been almost two and a half months since I've been here, and it's a lie to say that I don't miss the place where I lived for decades.