Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

In the end, we decided to arrest people tomorrow, and carefully plan the specific plan of the entire operation tonight.

At the same time, in a room of [-] square meters in the Phoenix community, Shunzi was still sitting on the spotless floor in the living room playing a game console.

He was wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts, barefoot, and looked lazy and not awake, but the character he manipulated on the screen was dexterously avoiding countless gunfire.

His pretty face looked even paler under the incandescent light in the living room, without a trace of blood. Even so, he was still smiling and said, "Thank you, stepmother."

Han Bing walked up and down the room, cleaning the corners of the room with a rag. [

"That Mrs. Wu is being lazy. She only cleans the superficial areas and ignores the deep areas." Han Bing kept going back and forth between the living room and the bathroom, leaving a faint smell of perfume in the air.

"Also, don't call me stepmother, I'm not going to marry your father." Han Bing said coldly.

"If my dad hears what you said, won't he be sad?" Shunzi said, his eyes fixed on the TV screen, as if he could do two things at once.

"I've always said this in front of him, me, there is no result between the two of us. If my dad finds out, you have to peel off your dad's skin." Han Bing was wiping the back of the sofa at this time In the corner of the sofa, she knelt on the sofa, and struggled to put the rag behind the sofa, when she suddenly touched a foreign object, which seemed to be a piece of paper, and when she pulled it out, it turned out to be a painting.

Han Bing immediately recognized that the person in the painting was Shen Xuan.

"Did you draw it?" Han Bing felt that the tone of this painting was a little immature, as if it was drawn by a child. Could it be that Shunzi drew it when he was a child?

In the painting, Shen Xuan is wearing a neat suit, sitting on the head of a long table in an office, as if talking.And under the table, there is a picture of black and white heads, large and small, which should replace other people in the meeting.

Shunzi paused the game, turned her head to take a look, and said with a smile, "Yes, I drew it."

"Why is it behind here?" Han Bing looked over and over, and could feel Shunzi's intentions from the screen: "The painting is really good."