After wearing the best mother-in-law, my way is wide

Chapter 443 I Can Wait (Ten)

Especially in that time and space, although Feng Yin's work was tiring, she was able to realize her own value, which felt particularly meaningful.

In contrast to now, she has two great abilities, both of which have to be hidden, and she dare not show them easily.

Even for the simplest business, you have to rely on the strength of others, which makes me feel aggrieved.

At this moment, she suddenly saw the name of her country in the sacred painting drawn by Zhang Yiming, wouldn't she be excited?
Zhang Yiming saw her excitement at the moment, reached out and patted her on the shoulder, gently encouraged: "It's okay, you can pick it up and have a look."

"In case it breaks, I can draw another one."

His encouragement gave Feng Yin infinite strength.

She took a deep breath, leaned forward, kissed the man's face, and quickly withdrew: "Thank you!"

Zhang Yiming caressed the place she had kissed, and the corners of his lips curled up in joy.

But he said in his mouth: "Hey, you actually attacked."

Feng Yin gave him a grimace, she turned her gaze away and carefully picked up the painting, and carefully admired it close to the light.

I have to say that the man deserves to be a famous teacher of modern Chinese painting, the painting in his hands is really exquisite!
She took the painting and looked at it many times, and was surprised to find that the words covered different calligraphy.

Some are elegant and agile, some are chic and uninhibited, some are majestic, and some are grand and solemn.

The more Feng Yin appreciates it, the more she can't put it down.

She carefully put away the painting, and looked at Zhang Yiming excitedly and expectantly: "I...I like this painting, and I want to keep it for myself."

Zhang Yiming rubbed her head: "Hey, if you like it, I will draw better ones for you in the future."

Feng Yin pouted: "But I just like this."

"But what should I do? I just washed the pen and ink clean."

It's not that Zhang Yiming doesn't want her to collect this painting, but in his opinion, this painting is not his pinnacle work, and it doesn't have much collection value.

Since it was what she wanted, he hoped for the best.

Feng Yin pursed her lips, hesitated for a long time, and then asked: "Then when will you draw a picture for me?"

"I want to be exactly like this."

Zhang Yiming: "When I come back from Fucheng, I will draw for you when I am at my best, okay?"

After receiving this answer, Feng Yin finally smiled with satisfaction: "Then I will wait."

Seeing that she finally let go, Zhang Yiming secretly heaved a sigh of relief: "Okay, we have to get up early tomorrow, let's pack up and have a rest."

"Ah."

Feng Yin agreed, looked at the painting and asked, "Where do you put this?"

Zhang Yiming: "I think someone will come in and take it away tonight, so just put it on this cabinet."

His words made Feng Yin look out of the door instinctively, then looked at the undamaged window paper, and asked suspiciously: "Why do you say that?"

Zhang Yiming helped her to lie down, and he fell asleep beside her, reaching out to hold her in his arms.

Then he said: "Don't you think their kung fu is beyond our reach?"

Feng Yin: "..." Indeed.

If Yingyi did not appear in front of them tonight, they would not know that someone was following them.

Thinking of this, she shuddered and wanted to turn over and look around.

But Zhang Yiming hugged him and didn't move at all.

A man's soft voice came from beside his ear: "Don't look, if they don't want us to find out, you won't be able to see it."

"Then what if they can't get the anti-counterfeit mark on your painting?"

Feng Yin lay back down with peace of mind, but still couldn't help worrying, "Those people will be needed tomorrow."

Zhang Yiming: "If they can't even discover this, then I really don't think they can do much for us."

(End of this chapter)