The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 392 0392. The Land of Romance, France (11)

After returning home from school at [-]:[-] or [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Zhuang Xinian dragged Father Zhuang into the studio and has not come out until now.

Jiang Shaoheng came three times in the middle, and each time the two of them were so addicted that they didn't respond at all.

Jiang Shaoheng came here for the fourth time, and it is already past nine o'clock in the evening. If the father and daughter don't eat anymore, they will definitely not be able to bear it.

But these two people didn't even respond to Jiang Shaoheng's knock on the door.

"Ahem!"

Jiang Shaoheng coughed, trying to get their attention.

However, no one paid attention to him.

Embarrassment is embarrassment.

There was no other way, so Jiang Shaoheng had no choice but to walk over and bring the food in front of them, blocking their view of the easel.

Several dishes suddenly appeared in front of them, and they were fragrant. Father Zhuang and Zhuang Xinian were both stunned. After looking at each other, they looked up along the hands holding the dishes.

The father and daughter looked at Jiang Shaoheng with almost identical expressions, and Jiang Shaoheng's originally stern face couldn't help softening.

"I've been in the studio for a long time today. I'm going to take a shower after eating, and I can sleep after watching today's homework."

This was for Zhuang Xinian.

"Uncle Zhuang, you are very tired after taking a long flight today. You just returned home. It doesn't matter if the jet lag is not reversed. Nian Nian is still young and has class tomorrow. Do you think she should rest?"

This is what Zhuang's father said.

After hearing Jiang Shaoheng's words, the father and daughter bowed their heads in the same guilty conscience.

"Eat quickly."

The two of them were almost ordered by Jiang Shaoheng, and a meal could have been eaten slowly for more than ten, twenty, ten minutes. Under Jiang Shaoheng's watchful eyes, the guilty father and daughter finished eating in 10 minutes.

This was the result of Jiang Shaoheng's emphasis on eating slowly two or three times during the period.

The father and daughter finished their meal obediently, and put the bowls and chopsticks back on the tray Jiang Shaoheng was holding.

Zhuang's father was more casual. After eating, he wiped his mouth with his hand and it was over. Zhuang Xinian wanted to follow suit, but he couldn't bear it psychologically, so he silently took Zhuang's hand and wiped it for himself. for a moment.

Looking at the father and daughter, Jiang Shaoheng couldn't laugh or cry.

"Okay, don't be dazed, tidy up the studio, and then go take a shower."

After saying this, Jiang Shaoheng left with the tray, leaving behind him the father and daughter of the farmer who hurriedly cleaned up the paint shells and waste paper thrown everywhere on the ground.

Even if Zhuang's father came back, it seemed that the days hadn't changed much. Zhuang Xinian was still frantically busy, but the time in the studio was more efficient.

It takes many hours to get from China to France, and you have to get used to the jet lag when you arrive, so Father Zhuang and Zhuang Xinian decided to go there three days earlier.

When Zhuang Xinian and Jiang Shaoheng talked about this matter, Jiang Shaoheng didn't show any surprise.

But Mu Qingyun and Cheng Suru are different.

"You're going to France?! Fuck you old man, why don't you hear anything about it!"

The exaggerated and grotesque expression had a surprisingly funny effect on Mu Qingyun's handsome face.

Zhuang Xinian said after she finished laughing, "Didn't you have no time to talk before? Listen to lectures in get out of class, do homework after class, and wish to fly home after school. How can I have time to talk?"

"Then why are you going to France?" Cheng Suru still looked gentle and soft, and her voice was also soft.

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(End of this chapter)