readx;? At this moment, Zhuo Wen's face was so teased that his face was suffocated into the color of pig liver. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ?*6/810

He reached out and tried to push the egret away.

But as soon as his hand was raised, he involuntarily rested on the tender waist.

Damn, you dare to sneak up on me and treat me as a man!

Okay, you forced me!

As soon as the quilt was lifted, Zhuo immediately turned over, wanting to take the initiative.

After all, this kind of thing, if you let a woman come, it will be very shameless.

If it weren't for the sudden encounter with this kind of thing, Zhuo Wen would not have had a relationship with this woman if he said anything.

But since you have encountered it, and it is already halfway, if you still give up, then you are not a man.

However, just when Zhuo Wen thought that he could finally use his fists and kicks, he felt lost, and he fell off the **, and snorted on the floor, making a heavy "bang" sound.

"Huh?" blinking his sleepy eyelids, covering his hairy head, and looking at the white of the fish belly floating outside the window, Zhuo Wen came back to his senses with hindsight, only to realize that he was dreaming just now.

The clothes are still there, only the small tent is standing tall, and the grass ... It's done again!

What the hell is going on? It's the second time in this month, right?

Zhuo Wen was at a loss, recalling the sexy lips that Egret had slapped to him before, and couldn't help but (m.. Om felt a pang of shame.

Could it be that I haven't touched a woman during this time travel, so my body has begun to cry out and resist on its own?

It's just that I didn't expect to fantasize about the woman Egret because of this, which is really in response to the phrase "thinking about it day and dreaming at night".

Probably because I have been entangled in her lips before going to bed, so my mind is a little more focused, right?

Looking at the sweet sleeping Ahri on the side, Zhuo Wen's face was a little red.

I don't know if I did anything strange to her when I dreamed just now?

"Forget it... Let's pray she doesn't know about this kind of thing, otherwise I'll have to be treated as a **..."

With a wry smile on his face, Zhuo Wen was no longer sleepy.

The quilt was lifted over Ahri, and he sat down at the table, sighed, and began to prepare for the ink painting.

With an hour to spake before the award ceremony began, he wanted to practice more of Koko's painting.

Although he is already familiar with the skills in handling details, Zhuo Wen does not dare to slack off at all.

Drawing a way, such as sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Zhuo Wen was not so arrogant that he thought that he could be invincible in the world in the field of painting just by gnawing at his old book.

Yes, he does have the benefits of a traverser.

But this benefit just makes your starting line a little higher than others.

In the final analysis, you still have to rely on yourself to fight for your strength, otherwise in the end, you will only be the second Fang Zhongyong.

**On the side, looking at the serious and diligent tall back, Ahri's beautiful amber eyes bent slightly, and his small mouth pouted with a lovely arc, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

......

Time passed quickly, about the hour, that is, at a quarter past seven, Zhuo Wen had just finished breakfast, and just wanted to go out for a walk, when he heard a knock outside the door.

Zhuo Wen went to open the door and found that it was a golden eagle and an egret.

At this time, Ahri had already transformed into a pen, so the two of them didn't notice her presence.

"Hey?" broke his hands, the egret's eyes were half-narrowed, and his charming eyes made Zhuo Wen have goosebumps all over his body.

Seeing this performance of the egret, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but think of the incident in the dream, and suddenly felt embarrassed.

"What are you looking for me?" asked Zhuo Wen.

The golden eagle paused, spoke in a loud voice, but went straight to the point: "The award ceremony of the Doutu competition is about to begin, we are here to escort you to the venue safely, come with us." ”

"Let's go, little brother Zhuowen?" the egret grinned.

Zhuo Wen had some small doubts in his heart, for the award, their performance was even more positive than himself, to say that there was no cat in it, but Zhuo Wen didn't believe it.

However, doubts are doubts, but Zhuo Wen couldn't figure out a reason, so he could only nod and arch his hand: "Then it's troublesome for the two." ”

......

The three of them came all the way to the venue, and at this time, it was already overcrowded and noisy.

Seeing this situation, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but be surprised.

What kind of play is this singing, but it's just a small cutscene, so many people come, it's too exaggerated, right?

"Don't be surprised, inspiration is a rare treasure for anyone, and many people come from far and wide to see it for themselves. The golden eagle explained.

Zhuo Wen nodded and followed the golden eagle all the way forward, and his appearance quickly attracted the attention of everyone around.

The atmosphere of the audience suddenly became even hotter.

Bringing Zhuo Wen to the guest seat at the venue, the golden eagle and the egret took a step ahead under the pretext, of course, before leaving, they did not forget to send a few small servants, nominally to serve Zhuo Wen, but in fact to spy on him.

Noticing this situation, Zhuo Wen felt more and more unpleasant, but he just couldn't tell what was wrong.

The golden eagle egret left, leaving Zhuo Wen alone in the seat, at this time, a continuous stream of people came to greet him.

It's just some fake greetings, Zhuo Wen doesn't have a cold very much, and his reaction is also mediocre, if it's not necessary, he doesn't like to deal with people very much.

At this time, Zhuo Wen also reacted, to say that the eye-catching thing about him was not a Doutu championship title at all, and for those present, this fart was not.

Inspiration is the only thing these people are concerned about.

Zhuo Wen can also be regarded as seeing that the vast majority of the people present are estimated to be some caravan people, and the purpose of their coming here, Bacheng is to buy "inspiration" from himself afterwards.

Inspiration is also the product of the painter of the King of the Soul Realm.

Not to mention its wide role, relying on this title alone is enough to make countless people covet it crazy, and there are naturally not a few people who covet it.

Most people saw Zhuo Wen's cold attitude, rejected people, and were embarrassed, but a middle-aged fat man in fresh clothes and angry horses couldn't help but say that he sat on the seat next to Zhuo Wen.

He took a sip of the tea brought by the maid, smiled at Zhuo Wen, and said in a kind and honest tone: "Su asked Zhuo Gongzi's name, Jin has always admired it, and now I am fortunate to see it, and he is really young and promising, and Gongzi is worthy of being the dragon and phoenix among people." ”

"Where, where, it's just a little painter who is copying, Your Excellency praised it. "Before this ass was hot, someone came over to slap the ass, and Zhuo Wen was also a little caught off guard.

Through the caravan logo on this person's clothing, Zhuo Wen also recognized his identity.

Dajin Commercial Bank, Yancheng Great Merchants, and their influence are all well-known in the empire, and at the moment, this fat man is probably a deacon or something.

Needless to say, it must have been for my own inspiration.

Because of the identity of the other party, Zhuo Wen is not very good at putting on a score, so he smiled and agreed.

Zhuo Wen's bland reaction did not hit this golden fat man, but he saw him speak again: "In Xia Jinxi, he is the deacon of Dajin Commercial Bank, the true gentleman of Gongzi, and he admires Zai Xia in his heart, because he can't bear to go astray of his son, so he has a few words in Xia and wants to come over to warn Gongzi." (To be continued.) )