"How do you know that I love eating lard bibimbap?" Fang Yun trembled all over and his voice became a little sharp, "Who are you?!"

Meng Zhen was in a hurry to get out of bed, and with Gao He and Yan Fengwei, they were in a hurry to come over.

"Girl, what's wrong? You must not be excited when you are like this."

Meng Zhen wanted to get closer to Fang Yun to comfort her, but looked at her belly and kept a certain distance.

Gao He turned to me, as if shocked, "Why are you sweating so much?"

Only then did I realize that not only was shedding tears, but in just a moment, my hair became as if it had just been watered and my body was wet.

Even the water dripping from me condensed a small beach on the floor in a short time.

Yan Fengwei pulled me and said, "What's wrong with you? Why is your face turned pale? No, call me doctor!"

"No, I'm fine."

I handed the lunch box to Fang Yun again: "Eat quickly, it won't be delicious if it's cold."

Fang Jun seemed to be shocked by my appearance, but he still took the lunch box, but only glanced at him, then suddenly looked up at Gao He and said, "He is not my husband!"

Gao He held his forehead and put down his hands and said, "If you have something to say, don't be excited first, don't get angry!"

Fang Yun took a deep breath, grabbed my hand, and said to him in a trembling voice:

"The Zhu Wanlin you saw is not my husband! He can't draw at all... I am a major in art, so the painting was definitely not done by him! And... Although he is a bastard, he knows that I never eat onions and celery!"

I looked at the leftover lunch box and whispered: "I know, if you don't eat scallions, celery, dry smell, you feel smelly. Eat quickly, it won't be delicious if it's cold..."

"You are Wan Lin!" Fang Yun also burst into tears and nodded repeatedly: "I'll eat, I'll eat, it won't taste good if it's cold."

Gao Hejian pulled me aside and looked me up and down: "How do you feel?"

I shook my head slightly: "I'm fine."

Gao He grinned his teeth, turned around in place, and said in a tight voice: "What's going on? Why did you have to have a problem at this time?"

I closed my eyes hard, tried my best to adjust my emotions, picked up the water cup on the table, regardless of who it belonged to, and fucked my breath. When I put down the water cup, I saw the painting left by Zhu Wanlin, and picked it up and said to Gao He:

"There is something wrong with this painting, you can see it, right?"

Gao He stared at me and said, "There is a problem, but it doesn't make sense in logic. I have really seen a mirage before! The scene will be many times larger than reality, but the distance will definitely not be close. You can see the whole picture of the building, but it is unlikely that the people in the building can see so clearly!"

I wiped my face, pointed to the first overall portrait of the ancient building and said:

"Zhu Wanlin said that after he saw that woman, he did not pay attention to anything else. Although this painting was rough, there were several details that were too detailed, and it was not as he said!"

Gao He took the painting, "What's wrong?"

I clicked on the lower left corner of the painting, "I don't know how to draw, but since I'm looking for someone, or just looking for the location of this ancient building... Why are you painting this bar?"

Fang Yun said in a word: "It's a composition! Artists all know that this kind of detail will enhance the overall harmony and highlight the theme environment."

Gao He's eyes quickly turned: "Zhu Wanlin also said that he couldn't draw, he was lying."

"At this time, Aunt Dong should go to pick her up after school." I couldn't stop 'sweating' again.

"Well, it's almost time to get home." Fang Yun swept his scattered hair, "By the way, I remembered that when I was pregnant with my daughter, the treatment was not just about lard bibimbap, right?"

“Ripe rice cakes are gone.”
Chapter completed!