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Nanjiu is sitting on the sofa discussing the exhibition with Shen Chaosheng. Gu chaoluo is holding a small bowl and eating a meal with Shen Chaosheng.

"Well, it's almost like this, but there's still a place for this place. I've painted another painting today, and I'm going to put it in a special place as a special exhibition."

"Then lengthen the cordon, and that's it." Nanjiu drew a frame on the paper, "is that ok?"

Shen Chaosheng looked at the paper full of thoughts. After thinking for a while, he nodded his head. He also bent his finger and knocked on the coffee table.

"Yes, that's it. I'll go and have a look at it in the evening, and we'll make sure again."

Nanjiu put the paper away and folded it twice. Before it was ready, he heard Gu chaoluo hum and said, "Chaosheng, I'm finished. Go wash the dishes."

Nanjiu quietly raised his eyes to have a look. Shen Chaosheng turned his head and kneaded Gu chaoluo's head. Then he took the bowl and went to the Liuli table to wash the dishes.

Nanjiu was shocked at that time.

Is Shen Chaosheng the kind of person who cooks rice for others to eat and finally washes dishes for others?

He felt more and more that the idea which had just come to his mind was true.

These two have a leg!

After washing the dishes, Shen Chaosheng came back to sit on the sofa. Gu chaoluo reclined at the end of the sofa and put his feet on his legs.

"Why?"

Shen Chaosheng smiles and pats Gu chaoluo on his feet. Gu chaoluo doesn't say anything. He lies there with his little feet and starts playing with his mobile phone.

Nanjiu felt more and more redundant. He straightened up his waist and bravely said to Shen Chaosheng, "well, brother Chaosheng, I'll go first. There's something else in the studio..."

When Shen Chaosheng saw Nan Jiuyi's face restrained, he only felt funny, but not so funny. He could only hold his mouth and cough, "well, you can go."

Nanjiu didn't even dare to look at them when he left. He was afraid that he would kill something he shouldn't see.

Shen Chaosheng laughed twice in his heart. He made a gesture to get up to see him off, "I'll give you a ride..."

"No, no!" Nanjiu ran to the door in a panic, "I'll go first, I'll see you in the evening, ha ha! Goodbye

The little short leg ran away without a shadow. When Gu Chao saw that there was no one left, he put his leg on Shen Chaosheng's shoulder.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Don't want to eat dog food!" Shen Chaosheng turned his head and looked at Gu chaoluo. "It's a general person."

Gu chaoluo shakes his little feet again, and he is ready to kick Shen Chaosheng in the face.

Shen Chaosheng allowed him to swing his feet on his shoulder. After a few minutes, he still couldn't help turning his head and smiling at him, "are you going to heaven?"

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at 9:00 the next morning, Shen Chaosheng's art exhibition opened on time, and a large number of fans flooded in. Some of them liked him because of his comics, and some just liked the artistic style of his paintings.

Most of the visitors to the gallery come to appreciate the painter's painting art.

In the morning, Shen Chao couldn't bear to see the tide fall, but he didn't want to see it.

"Why is the painting still hung with red cloth?"

In the middle of the main exhibition hall of the gallery, a painting covered with red cloth was put on a bracket. Many people stopped at this place and wanted to see the real appearance of this mysterious painting at the first time.