The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 488 Hush, now is the moment of death (34)

Aunt Jiang threw a pair of bombs, seeing that the result of this one was a sure win.Aunt Jiang replied happily to Chen Shihang: "Well, I just started getting in touch with it recently."

"Is fighting the landlord so fun?" Chen Shihang felt a little curious when he saw her staring at the screen intently.

What's so fun about Doudizhu on this mobile phone?

When the brothers of them got together, they played big cards and played tricks.

"It's not bad for pastime." The ancestor replied slowly.

If he had known that there was such an interesting thing, the tens of thousands of years that the ancestors had been imprisoned in the God Prison would not have been so boring.

The butterflies in the God Prison might still survive.

After saying this, Aunt Jiang never paid attention to Chen Shihang again, and kept her head buried in her own game of Fighting the Landlord until the dishes were served.

Aunt Jiang took a knife and fork to cut a small piece of foie gras and tasted it, she narrowed her eyes, as expected of a French chef who paid a lot of money, the foie gras is very tender and delicious.

"By the way, what about the painting I gave you last time?" Aunt Jiang asked suddenly, lowering her head and cutting the foie gras.

Chen Shihang was taken aback when he heard the words, "What?"

"That painting of the sea." Aunt Jiang asked him looking up.

Seeing Chen Shihang's confused expression, Aunt Jiang narrowed her long eyes dangerously, and asked him quietly, "You won't throw it away, will you?"

Chen Shihang was indeed stunned for a long time before he remembered what Aunt Jiang said about the painting. When he heard Aunt Jiang's words, he shook his head quickly: "No, I didn't throw it away."

"where?"

"Keep it at home." Chen Shihang said: "After all, this is the first gift you gave me when we were together."

"Um." Jiang Yan nodded, took a bite of foie gras, chewed, and swallowed: "Take me tomorrow."

Hearing Aunt Jiang's words, Chen Shihang's nerves tensed, and he looked at Aunt Jiang nervously and suspiciously: "What's wrong with that painting?"

"It's nothing."

Aunt Jiang looked calm, "Recently, I drew a new one. I think this one is better. I want to give you the new one, but I will take back the old one."

Hearing that Aunt Jiang meant something, Chen Shihang felt relieved.

After all, for the two of them, this painting can be said to be a token of love for each other after dating. If it is taken away suddenly, he is a little worried whether Aunt Jiang wants to break up with him.

Knowing that Aunt Jiang didn't mean what he thought in his heart, but wanted to give him a painting, which showed that Aunt Jiang still had her own in her heart, and Chen Shihang became a little happy again.

Chen Shihang smiled and said to Aunt Jiang: "It's okay, Auntie, I like your paintings no matter what they look like, one or two or three paintings, as long as you give me, I will keep them well."

"..."

Aunt Jiang looked up at him lazily. The girl's eyes were dark and cold, her long eyelashes were thick and slender, and her red lips were slightly parted: "Drawing, just have the best one."

Her expression was indifferent, and the emotion between her eyebrows and eyes was indescribably lazy and undisciplined, which was different from the usual alienation and tranquility in Chen Shihang's memory.

Now sitting across from him, the girl was gracefully cutting the foie gras with her head down. When she heard his words, she didn't move, she just casually raised her long eyelashes, revealing half of her eyes.

Inexplicably, Chen Shihang felt a little dread and fear in his heart, and couldn't help trembling a little.

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Coming out of the elevator, Aunt Jiang walked lazily to the door of the house.

(End of this chapter)