Shen Haofeng, who turned off the glory of his husband, walked out of the study.

It's almost time to pick up Jiang Qingqing from work.

"What is Coco looking for you?" Not long after sitting in the car, Jiang Qingqing, who thought of this stubble, asked.

Shen Haofeng said the matter roughly.

Jiang Qingqing said with a smile: "The art exhibition she held is still somewhat influential in Nanjiang, do you think you will become famous, Shen Da painter?" ”

A grassroots like him who has no clear context of "mentorship" has become famous?

In this day and age, no kidding.

Resources are...

Even if you spend money on speculation, there is a high probability that you will not be able to squeeze into the "circle", and the probability of recovering your capital is pitiful.

Shen Haofeng, who lives in the present and is forced to be aesthetically downgraded, has always felt that people in the future may need to spend a lot of time learning and reconstructing aesthetics that are even basic in the eyes of their predecessors?

And then it occurred to me that the person who taught might be... Cao, forget it, it's not something he should worry about.

Hearing her words, Shen Haofeng, who originally wanted to make a joke, suddenly changed his mind and asked, "Anyway, I don't know what to paint, help you paint a portrait?" ”

"Okay." Jiang Qingqing happily replied.

Eat first.

After returning to 902, which belonged to their nest, Jiang Qingqing, who was sitting on the sofa, asked, "Just sit here and let you draw?" ”

"It may be a bit long, so you can choose a comfortable position." Shen Haofeng, who planned to paint realistic oil paintings, replied.

"Oh, then I'll lie down."

Before I knew it, more than two hours had passed.

Seeing that Shen Haofeng no longer needed to look at her from time to time, Jiang Qingqing stood up from the sofa and walked behind him lightly. When she saw the contents of the easel, she was completely confused.

It's so realistic.

"Where's my clothes?!" Jiang Qingqing was angry.

How do you say that sentence, after reading all the world's * films, her heart is naturally uncensored, she is obviously wearing clothes, but what Shen Haofeng painted is her red fruit.

pinched Shen Haofeng's body hard, Jiang Qingqing said angrily: "Are you going to give this painting to Coco?" ”

"How is it possible, I use it for my own appreciation." Shen Haofeng turned around and hugged her willow waist, "When we get old one day, looking at these paintings again will definitely evoke a lot of good memories." ”

"Nice, you big-headed ghost." With a snort, Jiang Qingqing looked at the painting again and asked in a low voice, "Is this really the case with me here?" ”

"I also draw from memory, it may be a little biased, why don't I take a closer look and change it?"

“……”

Noticing her eyes, probably wanting to say why he remembered such a thing, Shen Haofeng preemptively said, "Don't you remember me?" ”

Jiang Qingqing was obviously stunned for a moment, "It should... Remember? ”

Shen Haofeng was "angry", the kind that was not good.

In desperation, Jiang Qingqing had no choice but to say: "Take it out, I'll just remember it." ”

……

Next.

After sending Jiang Qingqing to the company, Shen Haofeng returned to 2201 with eight boys.

As soon as he entered, he saw Bazai jumping up and down on the sofa, and the halo on his head was completely green.

Without any delay, he beckoned Bazai to jump to Shen Haofeng, who jumped into his hand, turned on the [Time Stop], and then let Bazai start the shuttle.

Shen Haofeng, who was standing in front of the gate of time and space, pushed open the door belonging to "Hancheng Raiders".

In front of the eye, there are four fair-skinned and plump, beautiful buttocks.

Unfortunately, it was too late before he left, and if he looked closely, he could still see the hoarfrost hanging from the tree-lined path.

After separating from them at the door of the gym, Shen Haofeng took out his mobile phone, dialed Zhang Wanen's phone, and asked her if she had left work and whether she needed to pick her up.

"I've got an hour to get off work." Zhang Wanen on the other end of the phone whispered.

Shen Haofeng, who heard the anticipation in her tone, replied, "It's okay, I can wait at the door for a while." ”

"Oh, then come on."

Hospital.

"Hey, Wan'en, you're still ten minutes away from work, and you've already packed up your things? It's rare to see you so positive, that's right, you're not active after work, and you have a problem with your thinking. The female nurse who came back from the pantry smiled and joked after seeing Zhang Wanen put the table away.

A happy smile appeared on Zhang Wanenqiao's face, "Ah, because someone happened to pick me up from work today." ”

】

"Boyfriend?" The other party smelled the smell of gossip and leaned closer and said: "Let's just say that you suddenly wore such a good-looking necklace, and your skin became super good, it turned out that someone was pouring it behind to moisturize." ”

“……”

was a little embarrassed by her outrageous words, Zhang Wanen hurriedly said: "No, it's just a friend." ”

Looking at Zhang Wanen's flushed pretty face, the other party looked incredulous.

glanced at Zhang Wanen's towering chest and plump buttocks enviously, "Your boyfriend should be reluctant to leave you at all, right?" ”

, but you can't blame Haofeng, it's all Pei Lin's bad, um.

"I'm off work, I'll change my clothes, I'll see you tomorrow."

"I can't wait so much, and I still say it's not my boyfriend?"

“……”

Because the K5 that Shen Haofeng is driving now is a prize they won when they traveled, Zhang Wanen recognized it at a glance.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Zhang Wanen, who fastened his seat belt, smiled and said to Shen Haofeng: "Wait, are you in a hurry?" ”

Shen Haofeng shook his head, "I forgot about it all when I saw you." ”

Hearing his words, Zhang Wanen couldn't help but kiss him.

Shen Haofeng, who came again, was naturally not polite, and a big hand skillfully climbed her.

There was no need to wait for the bus, Zhang Wanen, who could have gone home faster, but he was more than an hour late.

There is a kind of happiness or feeling, called revisiting the old place.

For Zhang Wanen and them, it may have only been a day, but for Shen Haofeng, it was already three months later.

After returning home, Zhang Wanen took a shower and went to sleep, while Shen Haofeng went to Zhang Peilin's room.

"Don't you have to go to my sister today?"

Shen Haofeng shook his head slightly.

Zhang Peilin, who was holding his neck, threw herself into his arms and said, "I know that your favorite person is me, but you should call your sister tomorrow, Brother Haofeng." ”

Without waiting for Shen Haofeng to speak, her pair of white and straight long legs clamped around his waist and said, "But tonight is my own, hehe." ”

Shen Haofeng, who came down from upstairs, sighed with emotion, he really didn't even need time to adapt, and he adapted to the rhythm of the southern and northern wars in an instant.

Shen Haofeng, who threw away these thoughts, unscrewed Zhao Meijing's door.

"Husband, do you want to bring luggage when you go back to Seoul tomorrow?" Saying that, Zhao Meijing blushed again and said, "I'll get up early tomorrow to prepare some delicious side dishes and bring them back for you." ”

patted on her plump and elastic buttocks, Shen Haofeng smiled: "Okay, I'll tell them that my girlfriend made it herself." Please don't worry, even without them, someone will take care of me. ”

"That's true, but wouldn't it be nice for you to say that?" Zhao Meijing leaned on his arms and said, "You still have to repair the relationship with your family." ”

Shen Haofeng, who lowered his head and kissed her pretty face, said, "Listen to you, I'll try." ”

"Hmm."

Shen Haofeng, who looked at the happy look on his face, was afraid that he would be a little embarrassed when he thought of them meeting in the future, because his stepmother was not as old as her.

……

Early the next morning.

After breakfast, Shen Haofeng, who took Zhao Meijing's heart, drove to Seoul.

When he was still on the road, Song Caiyun heard the doorbell ringing, hurriedly put down the balloon in his hand, and ran over to open the door. "Hey, it's you, Nalian, you're here so early."

Han Nalian glanced at her, frowned, and said, "What's the matter, you don't seem to be happy to see me, who are you looking forward to?" ”

"No, I just thought Haofeng was back."

"Haofeng, is that your stepson? Did he go out to play with his friends, when I first came over, I didn't see any children outside the villa. Han Nalian recalled.

Song Caiyun smiled: "What kid, what are you talking about." Haofeng is studying in the city of *, if it were a child, I wouldn't be so worried, I would not get along well with him. ”

"University?!" Han Nalian looked shocked, "You said he was already in college?" Come on, we've only been out for a few years. But that's right, after all, your husband's age is there, and it makes sense to have a son who is in college. ”

"Jing Eun and Youwei haven't come yet?"

"I don't know, I'm too busy to look at my phone, they should be on the way. I told them to come and help sooner, so come and help me. Song Caiyun said.

Han Nalian looked helpless, "I didn't sleep all night last night, and now I want to help again, don't you have any sympathy?" ”

"Haven't slept all night?"

"Yesterday was the reconciliation day, and we had to arrange a new class schedule, and everything was piled up."

Song Caiyun nodded, "Anyway, your current business seems to be doing a lot?" I was on TV that day and saw your interview. ”

"No, it's just that the TV station did a column about fitness." Shaking off her dyed yellow hair, Han Nalian smiled and shook her head.

Because she came directly from the gym she runs, she wears a pink sports T-shirt with a pair of white hot pants trimmed underneath.

The convex and backward beautiful figure can be seen at a glance.

Song Caiyun, who withdrew his gaze from her, sighed: "Your figure is still so good, I haven't had time to exercise recently, and there seems to be fat on my stomach." ”

Different from Han Nalian's coolness, Song Caiyun wore a white tight T-shirt with a pair of dark slim hip pants underneath, with a prominent chest and long legs and hips, which was extremely eye-catching.

"Are you telling a joke?" Glancing at her slender willow waist, Han Nalian had a black line.

Looking at her again, Han Nalian said thoughtfully: "But your hips do seem to be a little smaller, shouldn't you married women have bigger and bigger hips?" ”

Song Caiyun's pretty face flashed with a flush, and she advised: "In front of Haofeng for a while, you must not talk nonsense." ”

"Ah, I'm not a child." After saying that, Han Nalian frowned, "Didn't you say he was in college, are you sure he will like these balloons?" ”

"It's just a few, it should be fine, right?"