Chapter 230

My forehead is banging on the floor.

It also beats Ji Qianchen's heart.

She turned her face, some afraid to see Zhang Ma at this time.

When the truth came out, she had no reason to plead for Zhang ma.

"It's too late. Although you follow me now, what you want to do is to care about the old man and the woman. What's the use of keeping you?"

"Young master, for the sake of taking care of you when I was young, don't drive me away. I promise I will take care of you and your wife in the future. I will never do such a stupid thing again."

Zhang Ma fell on the ground in tears, kneeling on her knees, and there was a big bump on her forehead, which was very frightening.

"I will not give anyone a third chance. Rob will take it away and never let her enter China."

This is his best kindness to Zhang ma.

He would have killed her on the spot.

Dare to start with him and Ji Qianchen's children, just having this idea is already a sin.

"Young master Young master...... "

When Zhang Ma was dragged away, the whole villa hall resounded with heartrending sound.

Ji Qianchen licked his lips and left the last taste of Zhang Ma's work in the deep memory.

Instead of hating her, she really missed the taste of Zhang Ma's food.

Silence returned to the villa.

Ji Qianchen reaches up to Ling Xiaohan and holds Ling Xiaohan's neck in one hand. "Is that Avril your stepmother?"

"Well." Ling Xiaohan nodded slightly, holding her waist, and helped her round belly with one hand.

"Little things grow up?"

Ji Qianchen held out his hand and clapped it open. "It hasn't been a month, how can I grow up? I'm obviously full. "

“……” Ling Xiao's cold expression is stiff.

"What does Avril look like? Since she wants to hurt me so much, she will definitely come to China. Why don't you show me her photo? What if I admit it wrong again? " Ji Qianchen remembers the embarrassment of mistaking Anna for her mother-in-law. She will never forget it.

"No picture of her."

Ling Xiaohan hated Ling Xiong and Avril even more. He killed her mother and robbed all the women who should have belonged to his mother.

Ling family up and down are not allowed to mention Avril in front of him a word, how can keep her photos.

"What if I admit my mistake again? Why don't you describe to me what she looks like? I'll draw it out, then hang her up and remind myself to be careful of villains. "

Ji Qianchen has enough to eat and drink, and is always in a hurry.

It's really time to find something to do in such a wonderful afternoon.

Her brush hasn't been touched for nearly two weeks.

If I don't touch it again, I'm afraid it will rust.

The injury to the right shoulder has obviously improved, and there is no big problem in drawing with the right hand.

"Steward, go and prepare a brush and paper for the little lady."

"Halle, young lady, wait." The housekeeper hurried upstairs.

Move all the brushes and papers Ji Qianchen usually uses downstairs.

Ling Xiaohan hugs Ji Qianchen and comes to the sofa.

When it comes to painting, Ji Qianchen has no image.

She took off her shoes and lay on the sofa.

"If you put on your shoes, you will catch cold." Ling Xiaohan pointed to the pair of slippers that she had kicked.

It wasn't so cold before, he didn't control it.

Now she's pregnant, but she can't stand the cold at all.

"I like this pose." Ji Qianchen frowned and asked Qu Baba.

"How about a change of posture?" Lingxiao asked with cold eyebrows.

"Other postures are uncomfortable."

“……”

The conversation between the two seemed normal, but the air was already smelling dirty.

Position to position to go.

It's hard not to remind people of that posture.

"Well, I put on my shoes." Ji Qianchen bent over to pick up shoes.

Ling Xiaohan takes a step to pick up her shoes and put them on. In addition, some of her trouser legs were pulled off to prevent cold air from entering.

These details are in place. Ji Qianchen's heart is warm.

There seemed to be a warm winter wind in her heart.

Picking up the brush and the painting book on the tea table, Ji Qianchen leaned on Ling Xiao's cold and strong chest to draw, "come on, you say I will."

"Let the steward come." Ling Xiaohan gives the housekeeper the responsibility.

He didn't even have the interest to describe the woman. Describing her would remind him of the disgusting face and the painful past he had when he grew up in France.

"Yes, young master, young lady and Avril's wife. They have sapphire eyes, chestnut curly hair, three-dimensional and exquisite features unique to Westerners. Their noses are very high, and their lips are thin..."The housekeeper is describing it seriously.

Listen to his tone, Ji Qianchen knows how hard he works.

Ling Xiao looked down at Ji Qianchen's painting.

The outline of a woman gradually appeared on the white paper.

Then gradually refine the molding.

When he drew his nose, Ling Xiaohan coughed up angrily, "coughing..."

Half an hour later.

Ji Qianchen took a masterpiece to the tea table and said, "it's a success. I'm exhausted. "

The housekeeper took a look.

In Ji Qianchen's painting, Avril, a Western beauty, becomes a monster with a big pie face, a tapered pig nose, eyes as big as grapes, and a long and pointed chin.

I can't bear to look straight.

"How is it? Is the beauty of my painting beautiful Ji Qianchen points to the portrait and asks for help.

She painted Avril like this because Ling Xiaohan hated her.

He hates people, so does she.

"Well, it's nice. It's like her." Ling Xiaohan hugs her waist and opens his eyes to tell lies.

The housekeeper followed Ji Qianchen with a smile. "Little madam, what you drew is really lifelike and vivid. It's wonderful."

"No, no, there's something missing." Ji Qianchen thinks it's not bad enough to make Avril black.

Pick up the black brush and add a few pockmarks to the face of the portrait.

His face was black.

"It's more perfect." Ji Qianchen stroked his chin, more and more he wanted to praise himself.

She's a real talent.

Ling Xiaohan grabbed the painting and looked at it for a while. A bold thought came to his mind, "housekeeper, is that woman going to have a birthday for a while?"

"Yes, sir, all the invitations have been sent. I want you to take the young lady with you." The housekeeper said truthfully.

Gradually, the black eyes of the birds of prey dyed with a happy color, "pack this picture and send it to me on the day of the birthday feast, saying it's my birthday present."

"Young master, here..."

The steward, with a startled look on his face, pointed to the painting, and did not know what to say for a long time.

This painting is so frightening, I'm afraid it will be beaten.