Rebirth: The Curse of Manzhushahua

Chapter 125 Chapter 118
Chapter 118 Broken
He put on a new dress, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at himself. It was indeed a very beautiful face, but it didn't look like a woman at all. Maybe he should thank his father for giving him so much Masculine eyebrows, otherwise, people would really be regarded as a woman.

"Damn Feng Jingchen," he said with a cold face, and then he walked out and walked towards his drawing room, but when he opened the door, his face darkened again.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I just want to learn, but it looks like I'm not good at painting at all." Feng Jingchen heard the door knock, and when he saw An Mose standing at the door clean, he raised his hand The paintbrush, and the unfinished picture of red plums on the canvas, some white ones fell on it, um.I don't know what it is.

My idea is not bad, "Look, Hongmei, Hongmei, it needs a little snow, but this snow is moth hair snow, a bit too much."

He was talking to himself.

An Moran walked over directly and grabbed the paintbrush in his hand.

"Feng Jingchen, stay away from me, stay away from my paintings," he said with a cold face, but at most it was just this kind of indifference, and he was still not very angry, but Feng Jingchen could feel it. Maybe the volcano was about to erupt, he lifted his shoulders out of boredom, and sat back on the sofa again.

An Moran threw down the pen in his hand, took off the painting on the canvas, crushed it, and threw it directly into the trash bin. For him, a painting with a little flaw is not a success, and he doesn't need it. .

"You just threw it away like this. You have been painting for a long time. Don't you feel bad about it?"

"It's broken," An Moran said in a low voice, and laid out another piece of paper, with the tip of a pen, it was another picture of red plums.

"Paintings can be thrown like this, but what about people?" Feng Jingchen's voice suddenly came, but An Moran's fingers trembled slightly, but he didn't speak any more.

I don't feel distressed, that's because the painting can be painted again, maybe it will be better than the previous one, but, as for people, can we do it all over again.

Qiongqiong White Rabbit walks east and west, Gu Yi is not as good as a newcomer, not as good as an old friend, or the old one, if it is not that one, then, it is meaningless.

He sighed and continued to draw pictures, and Feng Jingchen seemed to have become silent.

There is only that person, but there are three of them, and only one is happy, so there is a two-thirds chance of suffering.

The weekend passed quietly, and it was the day when the school came to school again. Wenhui and Xia Sha didn't leave the dormitory that day. Xia Sha stood aside, watching Wenhui try hard to eat the fruit in her hand, she blinked her eyes in confusion, There were too many doubts in Qing Ling's eyes.She picked up the half-eaten green papaya and took a bite. It still tasted the same. Is it really there?

As for Wenhui, she can really eat it. She has eaten such a big fruit for the third time. I don't know if it will break her stomach.

She might have been stimulated by something, right? Some people can't stand the shock and go drinking, some go shopping, some go to sleep, but, is there anyone like her who keeps eating the same fruit, but it seems that she doesn't want to stop? .

"Eat, eat quickly," Wen Hui said quickly when she saw her stop, this food is good, although she felt sick after eating it, but for the sake of her future figure, she must continue, It's best to eat a boba tomorrow, so let's see how that dead man will make fun of her.

"Wenhui, is it really okay if you eat like this?" Xia Sha sat on the edge of the bed, looked at her carefully, and asked in a low voice, she was really afraid that she would be overwhelmed.Just support yourself to death.

"Xia Sha, you have to eat more, you're so small..." Fang Chu looked at Xia Sha's chest, because she was thin, so even her chest was thin, but it was enough to be better than her.

"What's the matter? Xia Sha looked at her strangely, and didn't understand what she was looking at. There was nothing on her clothes. She remembered that she was the one who changed the clothes just now, because she was going to move the things she bought. Those green papayas.

(End of this chapter)