The little Jiaojiao in the general's arms is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 128 How come you finished the painting so quickly?

An Le also held a pen and said lazily: "Isn't what she said a lie? What are you afraid of? Let her draw a picture."

Huang Birui looked over suddenly.

An Le put down the pen in his hand, leaned his head on Jiang Fu's shoulder, met her gaze, and said provocatively, "You look very guilty."

Huang Birui gritted her teeth and did not dare to say anything to Anle. She could only turn her head and glare at her maid, hoping that she would know better. This was the last chance she gave her.

An Le rubbed his head on Jiang Fu's shoulder, and said with a smile, "It's a good show."

Jiang Fu pursed his lips, looked at his own painting, and nodded slightly, "En."

He looks serious.

Seeing Anle made me want to laugh even more.

She leaned closer and glanced at Jiang Fu's painting.

He looked like he was riding alone on a horse, wearing armor and holding a spear.

Anle stopped laughing immediately: "..."

This painting is by Xie Cheng.

She was still looking forward to her getting married later, but now it seems that she may not be able to.

She had some headaches, Xie Cheng, she used to think that he was very bad at being a man, never had a good face towards women, and could not say cold words, but after Ah Fu married him, it was simply...

Who would have thought that the cold-faced Kamui General with great military exploits was actually a clingy man in private.

After Ah Fu gets married, Xie Cheng will definitely cling to her every day, then the time he can see her will be much less...

Tsk tsk, I can't think about it.

She couldn't think about it at all, she was already getting a headache.

An Le picked up what she had drawn and handed it to Jiang Fu to see, "How does it go!"

Jiang Fu was taken aback when his side face appeared in front of him unexpectedly, and looked at An Le with bright eyes, "Is this me?"

An Le chick nodded like pecking rice, "Yes, yes, I drew Ah Fu on purpose, and Ah Fu will also draw me next time~"

Jiang Fu lowered his eyes and looked at it earnestly, pursed his lips and smiled, "This is the first time someone draws me, I like it very much, thank you Qingqing."

Anle smiled and nuzzled her, "It's not enough to say thank you verbally. You want to play with me, and you have to draw me next time you draw~"

Jiang Fu naturally understood the principle of reciprocity.

She nodded heavily, "Okay, I will draw you next time."

Then, as if thinking of something, the fair and cute little face suddenly collapsed again, frowning and saying in distress, "But my drawing is not very good..."

An Le hugged her tightly, "How could it not look good, my Ah Fu's paintings are the best!"

As soon as she finished speaking, while still hugging Jiang Fu, she heard a "bang" in front of her——

It was Mr. who threw what was in his hand.

Mr. Liu pointed at the painting drawn by the maid, his voice trembling with anger, "This is what you said, is what she said false?"

Huang Birui's eyes were red, and she continued to speak forcefully, "She must be imitating my painting secretly!"

Mr. Liu stood in front of her and said: "Don't give up yet! Then you draw, you draw in front of everyone, as long as you can draw as fast and as well as her, then you will think what she said is false!"

The hall was a little restless, and many people stretched their necks to look forward, whispering in low voices:
"Why did you finish the painting so quickly?"

"Is the painting finished? Isn't this too fast?"

"Could it be that the things Huang Birui painted before were not painted by her, but by the maid?"

"It seems so. No wonder she has to paint by herself every time she paints. It turns out that she didn't paint..."

(End of this chapter)