Gu Xicheng looked back at the sleeping son on the bed, got up, took a mobile phone, sat by the bed, took some pictures for his son, and then sent them to Chu Luoyi.

Gu Xicheng's photography technology has always been very good, at least better than chuluo's.

[Luoshen: tut Tut, who gave birth to this doll? How can it be so beautiful?

Gao fushai, little brother

Gao fushai: why should I send you photos?

Luoshen: ha ha ha, look at my head, look at my head. 】

GU Xicheng watched Chu Luo change his head portrait to the one his son was sleeping with, which was also the one he sent to her, which was fast enough.

[Luo Shen: your head should be changed quickly.

Gao fushai: no change.

Luoshen: hum -

Luoshen: you don't love me anymore.

Luoshen: I knew you didn't love me.

Gao fushai, little brother

Gao fushai little brother: go to bed, brain damage.

Luoshen: hahaha, I went to bed, and you went to bed earlier.

Good night, baby. 】

chuluo put the photo he sent in the album, then turned off the light and planned to sleep.

Then, she was going to meet Luo Feng.

Although Chu Luoyi really thinks that Luo Feng may not be worthy of Jing Xin, because he doesn't believe in Jing Xin very much. Up to now, he is still afraid to face Jing Xin.

Gu Xicheng put down his cell phone and looked at his son again. He reached out and touched his little face. The little guy hugged his hand and whispered to his mother.

His precious son.

He and his mother are his April day.

In view of Gu Xicheng's good love talk at night, Chu Luo slept well until dawn.

Today, without class, she was staring at the ceiling in a daze and had been lying for half an hour. Chuluo got up slowly and went to the study to finish the unfinished draft drawing.

As soon as trulow finished it was afternoon, she didn't feel hungry at all.

After finishing the last stroke, Chu Luo stood at the table and looked at the lines on the rice paper, but he didn't know how. In the next second, he suddenly pulled up the rice paper and tore it to pieces.

"Ah -" chuluo growled and pressed her hands on the table. When did she begin to draw this kind of cold thing?

It's not what she wants at all.

Chuluo's hand on the table slowly tightened, then stood up straight and went out to get the red wine.

When Luo Feng came out to open the door, Chu Luo leaned against the wall of the door and looked at him.

"What's the matter?"

Chu Luo shook the wine cup in the hand, light mouth said: "please drink, Congratulations, you said the right thing."

Luo Feng frowned, opened the door and let her in.

Chulo didn't close the door of her house, or she didn't close it on purpose.

As soon as Chu Luo entered Luo Feng's house, a white figure came out of the stairs, and then slowly walked into Chu Luo's house, entered her study, and looked at the mess of the place.

Jingxin slowly squatted down her body, reached out and picked up the paper on the ground, and then carefully pieced it together.

[summer, an internationally renowned talented girl painter, is about to return to painting. 】

[when summer, a famous talented painter, returns to the painting world, can he compose the painting myth again. 】

……

"Talented girl painter." Jing Xin spoke in a low voice, his voice hoarse as if his voice had been scratched with a blunt knife.

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