Huo Feng quickly went downstairs.

Ning Zao was still sitting on the carpet, looking like a good student who had studied the game seriously.

Sensing the footsteps, she looked up and froze.

In Huo Feng's hand, is he holding a paint plate?

Just as he was puzzled, Huo Feng had already taken a few steps closer.

"Husband, are you going to paint in the yard?"

Ning had already thought of the terrifying picture of being exposed to the sun at noon and turning from a banana to a black banana.

"It's not." Huo Feng walked up to Ning Zaozao: "Raise your head." ”

Ning Zaozao: ......

Although she didn't go to the yard to bask in the sun, she still had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the drawing pen fell on the gauze on her forehead.

Ning Zaozao: ......

She felt that she was not only being bullied, but also insulted.

Are the melon seeds on the head touched by random people?

Can you be used as a canvas to write and paint?

A person's head, that is a person's dignity!

Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated.

At this moment, she should stand up and fight back with righteousness.

However, thinking of the things she had defiled last night, and the small "handle" she kept shouting, her anger disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Forget it, as long as this guy doesn't chop off her hand, he will reluctantly let him go wild on her head.

This little temper, she reluctantly embarrassed him, so she put up with him for a while.

Huo Feng saw that she was really motionless, like an inflexible puppet.

Suddenly feeling bored, he simply poked her wound.

Seeing her painful eyes frowning slightly, a layer of tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, and the whole person instantly became angry.

He asked, "Impressed?" ”

He has been bandaging for the first time since he was a child, not to mention that the bandaging is so good-looking, and at this moment he also helped her dye the bandaged gauze, which is more and more matched with her head melon seeds.

Not only did she not have the slightest expression of gratitude, but she also looked like she was about to cut off her head.

Oh, he's not holding a knife in his hand.

Ning heard the words early and immediately said: "Don't dare to move, don't dare to move, husband, you continue, I won't move!" ”

She just couldn't hold back her neck and moved slightly, but she was poked by this guy at the wound.

If she had to move again, the guy was afraid that he would plunge the paintbrush directly into her wound.

For the sake of her braincase, she was also resolute not moving.

In other words, she only found out today that it was a very tiring thing to have a skull around her neck.

Huo Feng: ......

He watched her expression become more solemn, her facial features became more and more straight, and she gradually looked like a puppet again.

I thought that a brain like her would definitely be able to think of this kind of thing to some kind of thrush pleasure.

Now it seems that with her elm head, heh!

Ning had already sensed that Huo Feng's mood was getting worse and worse.

This guy was close to her.

He leaned over her like Tarzan.

As soon as he was cold, she felt that her whole person was not good, and she didn't even dare to come out.

This minute and second has been even more tormenting.

Finally waiting for Huo Feng to leave, Ning felt that his neck was already stiff and could no longer move.

Mother Zhang came out of the kitchen with a plate at this time, and said to Huo Feng and Ning early: "Sir, madam, it's time to eat." ”

When the words fell, he saw the "masterpiece" on Ning Zao's head, and suddenly looked surprised and happy, "Sir, did you draw it?" This chrysanthemum // flower is so beautiful, the little face of the lady lining is delicate and gorgeous, so beautiful. ”。

Ning Zaozao: ...... Chrysanthemum??? Flower???