Fu Qiu followed them, got up and walked inside, and in the middle of the museum was an open-air exhibition area.

There is a sign at the entrance of the exhibition area, which reads: Hong Kong Island Painting Association Art Exhibition.

The development history of the painting club is also recorded in small characters under the sign.

Fu Qiu just glanced at it, and then followed the three of them in with no interest.

Step into the open-air exhibition area, which is a large turquoise lawn with two winding black stone paths running through it.

Passing spectators come and go from these two paths.

The paintings are located on the sides of the two paths.

Fu Qiu walked neither fast nor slowly, and from time to time he would stop to carefully admire the paintings on the side of the road.

Most of these works are not as good as Fu Qiu's magic eye, but if you look at it, you can also find a little bit of bright spots from the garbage.

At this time, the sunset is charming, and there are many tourists who like to paint, each watching at different paintings.

Fu Qiu walked along a black stone path.

After walking along the road for a while, Miss Zixuan suddenly stopped him.

"Go this way."

Turned a corner and crossed a trail.

Soon, they arrived at the meeting place where the members of the art club held their activities.

More than a dozen young painters, all men, have gathered here.

Miss Zixuan can be described as flowers in the green leaves, which are set off vividly.

Fu Qiu looked at Zixuan and greeted the young painters one after another warmly.

According to the introduction, he learned that there was another one of them who was her ex-husband.

Soon, Fu Qiu had a more specific understanding of Zixuan, she was the model of the painting club, the most beautiful woman in the entire painting club, and the goddess in the minds of all painters.

Because of her active and enthusiastic, non-refusal, irresponsible, and non-committed style, she has become a well-deserved scumbag.

The whole painting will be her fish pond.

Pedaling several boats at the same time is a basic operation.

Hearing Zixuan say in front of everyone, the child in her belly followed her surname.

The painters were smiling and there were loud encouragers.

"Hey, yes!"

"We godfathers have equal opportunities, and you don't want to have your own style."

Fu Qiu was speechless, these people had been PUA to a great extent.

Zixuan was recognized by the fish, and immediately smiled, hugging their necks one by one and kissing their cheeks.

shouted with emotion:

"I love you guys!"

"Every single one!"

Fu Qiu looked at this scene, and a thought came to his heart for the first time.

This woman, the white stripes in the waves are all in the sky.

I'm afraid I won't be able to give in!

However, he couldn't surrender, and Fu Qiu simply didn't want to submit.

If you don't get the heart, you get the body, it's enough.

This is not too difficult, Miss Zixuan is very polite, especially after Fu Qiu showed his painting skills in public that he had not taken out for many years.

Not to mention the amazement of the painters and children's godfathers, as well as a table of cold powder.

Miss Zixuan's eyes when she looked at Fu Qiu also changed significantly, and she became more eager than the child's two fathers.

Fu Qiu had an illusion in his heart, could it be that the child is mine?

That's not good, I can't take the child's last name.

No, be a godfather at most.

After that, Fu Qiu, who showed a skill, quickly integrated into the atmosphere.

As a new friend, it seems to be a standard procedure to invite Miss Zixuan to go to the art exhibition, have dinner, and then play poker politely.

Rose Hotel.

Zi Xuan blushed, and was performing a difficult one-word horse, and the flexibility of the whole person was vividly displayed.

Don't get me wrong, in fact, it is acting as a mannequin, Zixuan's professionalism is still worthy of recognition.

After all, it is a public model for a lot of children's godfathers, and they have said that they are good after using it.

"Hurry up, you're so tired!"

Fu Qiu held the drawing board, sketching the lines seriously, fat and thin, without the slightest exaggeration.

After a long time, he nodded and put down the pen in his hand.

"Okay? Show me. ”

Zixuan rushed over curiously, and when she saw herself in the oil painting, she was smart and bright, and immediately showed a satisfied smile.

"Aqiu, you draw so well, very temperamental."

In the face of Zixuan's praise, Fu Qiu was silent, and his eyes were a little silent.

Suddenly, he tore hard.

Squeak~

This masterpiece in Miss Zixuan's eyes has been completely shattered.

"What are you doing here?"

Zixuan was shocked and hurriedly stopped, this painting also has her hard work.

Fu Qiu shook his head helplessly, squatted down, held his head in his hands, and had pain in his eyes.

"Nope! It's still a lot short of my mental drawing! ”

"It's too difficult, I can't do this painting!"

"Can't do it!"

Seeing Fu Qiu's "painful" appearance, Miss Zixuan was a little distressed, put her hands on his head, took him into her arms, and gave him the most tenderness.

"No, it's already good, better than all the painters I've ever seen, you will definitely become a great painter."

"Aqiu, you're the best."

Fu Qiu leaned into her arms, rubbing and rubbing.

It's too soft, and I always feel like I'm going to fall into a stiff neck.

After a long while, Fu Qiu raised his head, and the eyes of the two of them were connected into a line.

Fu Qiu's eyes were full of desire: "Zixuan~"

"I want you to help me, you are willing to dedicate yourself to art..."

Before he finished speaking, Zixuan replied eagerly: "I am willing." ”

"Do you want to take off your clothes?"

Fu Qiu blinked, and suddenly felt that his performance was very worthless.

This is too proactive, too polite!

is worthy of Miss Zixuan, who can have so many supporters.

It's really good for fish.

He began to believe that her love was not false, and although it was divided into two parts ~ one hundred, she did love everyone.

Even including Fu Qiu, a newcomer.

At this moment, Fu Qiu was willing to be the godfather of the child.

After a moment of silence, Fu Qiu looked at her: "Hmm... You don't know the effect I need, I'll help you take it off..."

……

In Manhattan, a mysterious plan is quietly underway.

In the private laboratory, researchers wearing protective clothing are recording experimental data and further experimental analysis.

A large number of soldiers with real guns and ammunition are stationed on the periphery of the laboratory, blocking the passage to and from the laboratory to ensure the absolute safety and confidentiality of the laboratory.

Suddenly, Robert Oppenheimer, the head of the experiment, clenched his fists and laughed wildly.

"That's it, that's it, it worked!"

"We made it!"

"The weapon of peace, representing the scepter of God, is about to be born in our hands."

"Next, it's the experiment."

A ghost named Fu Qiu floated over the heads of many of the laboratory personnel, watching everything.

At the same time, Fuso.

Yamamoto Shogunate, the great general Jishiro Yamamoto once again respectfully bowed to the idol in front of him.

For a long time, his eyes were eager, and he muttered:

"Amaterasu is coming, and it's time for me to dominate the mountains and rivers."

"Someone comes, pass on our military orders, and promote the implementation of Plan No. 1."