Jiang Ke muttered and grabbed the landline of the noodle shop.
"Little brother, don't worry about me."
In fact, Fu Qinqi was just pulling the noodles, turning around from time to time to sprinkle the seasonings, never forgetting Jiang Keran's position, but her loud voice broke the noodles that Fu Qinqi was holding.
"Hey! You sheep with braces and wolf's fur. I can't find the right words to describe you. In short, you are really bad. There is a limit to being jealous of me. Why did you chase after Changshi Town? Come? Do you dare to say that the men's room is not your painting? You fart! I didn't scold anyone, I mean I heard you fart here. When I went to the women's room to draw pictures, I noticed something moving next door. It wasn't you, but Who could it be? Even the tools used to commit crimes are black watercolors.
Jiang Keyan had gone to settle accounts with the man in braces. If Changshi Town was not far from the city, she would have rushed to him in front of the braces, took off his glasses and threw them on the ground. He put it on the bridge of his nose again, letting him take a good look at the world from a different angle, who told him to smash other people's works into pieces.
"Don't explain. To explain is to cover up. To cover up is to Hey, I haven't said anything yet. What are you hanging up on?"
Jiang Kenan dialed again angrily, and accidentally wet the sugar in the noodle shop, and the matter came to an end temporarily.
"Little brother, I didn't mean to."
Jiang Keyan opened the white sugar jar that fell in the pool, stretched out his arms, and exposed it to the sun, as if it could quickly dry into rock sugar.
"I'm going to find him."
"Don't, little brother. He copied my paintings before, although he didn't admit it, but he was not as firm as this time. Maybe I misunderstood him."
Jiang Kenan sighed heavily, and suddenly had an idea, as if he had another good idea.
"Little brother, I drew our family's life into a comic strip. Let the villagers pay attention to the toilets in the entire Changshi Town. Anyway, they will still see them whenever they are in a hurry. In this case, the mother's The story can be passed on for hundreds of generations, and my paintings are equivalent to publishing."
Jiang Keran felt that this was a good thing that killed two birds with one stone, so his face was full of smiles, and he continued to share ideas with Fu Qinqi.
"It's called life torturing me thousands of times. I treat life like first love. There is another village. When the time comes, I will show the fantasies to the villagers. Even if they don't like it, there is nothing they can do about it, hee hee. "
Jiang Keran seemed to think that he was really a ghost in the painting world, and he actually thought of using this down-to-earth method to push the beauty to the market, which not only drives the tourism industry of Changshi Town, but also makes the whole family, because of her arrival, And inject fresh vitality.
"You mean to let everyone in the town, and even Maplewood City, know that I have never been to a prison?"
Jiang Ke murmured for a moment, she didn't think so.
"Little brother, I"
"Stop talking, it's impossible, even if you are my sister, even if I knew you were wronged more than 20 years ago, but I could do nothing to owe you, but I absolutely can't bear it, everyone points at my spine and scolds."
"Does my little brother think that you are the one who dies when my mother dies? No, no, it's because of Aunt Chen. No, when my mother saw me in the hospital, she was upset. Maybe I'm a bastard. Forget it, what a comic book, Don't do it."
Jiang Keran pouted again, and casually pushed the painting bag to the corner, and a thick booklet fell out inside, but when Fu Qinqi picked it up, he saw (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel. com