After leaving this street full of giant crocodiles and turning into the long street where the exhibition was located, Shen Fanyin felt more comfortable.

She thought that she had worked hard in her usual life, but she didn't want someone to work countless times harder than her in a place where she couldn't see.

The bigwigs are rolling, how dare she be a salted fish?

She looked up at the blue sky, with a detachment and indifference in her expression that made Jing Zeheng feel distressed.

He was about to raise his hand and pat her on the head when he heard her whisper, "Finally back in the world of ordinary humans, I think I'm okay again."

Jing Zeheng: "......"

His comfort that has nowhere to put it.

Shen Fanyin felt that he could do it again, but it was by no means just talking.

With light in her eyes, she strode into the bubble tea shop on the street.

Holding the milk tea cup, Shen Fanyin said very consciously, "Brother, you go and get busy with yours, I'll just go shopping by myself."

Jing Zeheng looked at her, and his smile was more helpless: "Fanyin, are you treating me as a driver?"

"No," Shen Fanyin felt aggrieved, "Don't you still have a lot of work?"

"If you're done with it, you'll be a scumbag."

Jing Zeheng rubbed her little head, and then said, "I'm not busy today, let's go, I'll accompany you."

Shen Fanyin smacked her tongue and muttered in a low voice, "I'm obviously self-reliant and self-reliant, and I don't want to cause you trouble." Chinese Net

She was really just worried that Jing Zeheng would delay her business, really.

Jing Zeheng hooked his lips and chuckled.

How could she be a problem?

The street slicker duo moved from Princeton to the Imperial City, and this time there were finally no police officers to keep an eye on them. Like art lovers who come to the exhibition, they shuttle in front of the various booths, occasionally stopping to watch, occasionally blushing, and occasionally fleeing.

Shen Fanyin ate very little this morning, and was hungry before noon. Fortunately, there are also restaurants in the exhibition, Jing Zeheng checked the restaurant reviews on the Internet, and there is no news of this store.

He suggested, "Why don't we go to another store?"

"It should be specially opened for the exhibition," Shen Fanyin said clearly, "It's all supporting facilities, it's normal."

Shen Fanyin thinks that this is the same as the restaurant in the playground shopping mall, she wants to take a bite to deal with it, the booth of the exhibition is almost different every day, she wants to see them all, maybe it will inspire her?

Hearing her say this, Jing Zeheng didn't refuse, he didn't care what he ate, he only cared about who he ate with.

Unexpectedly, it was not yet a meal at this time, but there were so many customers in the store that the store was almost full.

Went to the table by the window, Shen Fanyin looked at the menu, and before he could decide what to order, he heard the conversation of the couple at the next table-

"It's art, do you understand it?" The man's tone was quite annoying, and there was a bit of a sense of condescension, "You don't understand anything like this, I really can't communicate with you."

The girl looked no more than twenty-three or fourteen years old, blonde and blue-eyed like a doll. She pursed her lips, tears still hanging from her long eyelashes.

She cautiously glanced at the man opposite, quite aggrieved: "But that's a woman...... Do you have to draw other women? Can't I draw it?"

"Draw you?" The man scoffed, "What is there to draw on a figure like yours? Who would want you this airfield but me? Alas......"

The man sighed, and the banter in his eyes turned into helplessness: "Fei'er, are you sensible? Look at my friends, what are their girlfriends like? I'm a painter, everything I do is for art, and I'm the only one who doesn't dislike you!"

The girl's shoulders trembled slightly, and tears fell as if she didn't want money.

The man continued, "You don't want to think about who would like you if I didn't want you. Didn't I teach you everything you know? Without me, it's all wishful thinking that you want to gain a foothold in the Imperial City."

Phil's whispered defense: "I have a job......

"What do you do? scold

, selling a house for sale, what else is desirable besides a good salary? It's unbearable!"

The man glanced at Fei'er contemptuously, smacked his tongue, and felt very sorry for his appearance: "It's ...... that a layman like you can find an artist like me."

"It's just a family misfortune."

A delicate female voice interrupted him.

Before the man could look up at the comer, his face suddenly cooled.

The glass of water in front of him was empty.

Wiping the water on his face, the man looked at the delicate and cute little girl in front of him in astonishment.

Shen Fanyin stood beside Fei'er, her little face tense, and her eyes were surging with disgust and anger.

She frowned slightly, and there was a hint of irritation in her soft and glutinous voice: "People like you don't call themselves painters, right? Painting is for creation and expression, and you're just playing hooligan for the sake of being open."

"Making money is vulgar? So what's the deal with your big name? You have the ability not to make money or eat, why don't you drink the northwest wind? Why don't you take the cold breeze under the flyover as your own breeze?"

The man's mouth slowly opened wide, and he was a little dazed by the spray.

Shen Fanyin turned her head to look at Fei'er, who was still crying, and there was more anger in her eyes: "Girl, you don't just have a long head to show your height, you just turn around in your head when you listen to others, you can't even tell the scumbag from such a big person?"

Fei'er was obviously also very confused, she subconsciously glanced at the man opposite, and there was more panic in her eyes.

She cleared her throat, barely composure, and whispered, "But I'm ...... I don't deserve ......."

"Why aren't you worth it? You are the most worthy of the world." Shen Fanyin stared at her, "Only you can accompany yourself through this life in this life, if you don't love yourself first, you will be despised here by a scumbag PUA, what do you think?"

Phil: "......"

Generally speaking, shouldn't you scold a scumbag at this time?

Why did the beautiful young lady in front of her even scold her?

Shen Fanyin not only scolded her, but also saw that she was wearing black clothes and a coat on the back of the chair, so she picked up the water cup in front of her and washed her face.

"Sober up."

Shen Fanyin rolled her eyes lightly, turned around and walked towards her table.

She turned around when the man stood up, "Wait a minute—"

"Something?"

Before his words fell, Jing Zeheng had already stood up, stretched out his hand to take Shen Fanyin behind him, took a step forward and stared at the man who was half a head shorter than him, and his voice was cold: "Tell me."

Of course he doesn't interfere when the child is nosy, but when the man stands up, he can't sit upright.

The man suddenly had the feeling of being targeted by an enraged lion.

He couldn't help but shudder, looked at Jing Zeheng, and subconsciously took a step back.

"That's—that...... I'm ......."