Shang Hao also played a viola that night that did not belong to him.
It is a method of plucking strings like a guitar, and it can actually play the tone of a piece of music. Lin Anran straightened his eyes and knew for the first time that there was such an operation.
The beef was great and the waiters were good, and it was a relaxing and pleasant evening in general.
Except that the waiter especially likes to touch him, everything else is fine.
Before going to bed every day, Lin Anran was sucked the most frequently during the day. Lin Anran was originally a person who followed the crowd. He has been accustomed to being sucked for a long time, and now he can lie down and suck.
Just **** it. Shang Hao was dishonest, so he buried himself in his body and began to move.
His palm was pressed against Lin Anran's side waist, and he was warm, he inadvertently went into the hem of his clothes, both hands were pinched on the waist inside his clothes, and he repeatedly rubbed the skin there, still greedily on.
"itch."
Lin Anran laughed and twisted to hide.
Shang Hao just finished taking a shower. His face was buried on Lin Anran's chest, motionless.
It looked like someone was sleepy, and the empathetic Lin Anran thought for him. Otherwise, why didn't it move for a long time.
However, those two big hands that looked vigorous were still stroking his waist. Lin Anran was really itchy and couldn't bear it, so she took it back reluctantly.
He just went down if he didn't let him go up, his fingers hooked Lin Anran's waistband.
Shang Hao was working on him and suddenly realized something was wrong with him. He raised his head from Lin Anran's chest and asked him, "What are you doing?"
Lin Anran was also touching him just as he was frustrated with Ranran. It's not a normal touch, it feels like pinching whether he is solid or hollow.
Lin Anran, who was asked by him, stopped and was touching his body's hand.
"Shang Hao..." Lin Anran hesitated, but still asked thoughtfully, "Do you have a shadow?"
Shang Hao:?
Hearing this question, he needed to take a deep breath.
Replaced by any other person at this time, there is a high probability that he is humbly accepting his advice.
He looked like a loaded and dumb-fired gun. He just couldn't say anything that didn't sound good. In the end, he could only bury it in Lin Anran's chest aggrievedly.
Shang Hao feels that his habit of not being shy about criticizing others will one day be greatly improved by him. If one day he stops cursing, it can only be Lin Anran forced him to break it.
"Otherwise? Do you think it is a snail girl who is in your house every day?" He asked Ranran in a urn voice.
No, you are my own, Lin Fenran.
Lin Anran thought, he didn't speak, but his face was smiling. Because it's kind of fun to watch Shang Hao's flat expression.
Most of the time he smiled, he was pursing his lips, a little embarrassed, with his eyes curled up, quietly, cute and well-behaved.
Shang Hao on his chest asked him, "Of course, when will you go back with me?"
He always felt that their current situation was only temporary and would not last long.
So he is willing to condescend to live here now, only for a while. As long as he takes Lin Anran's people back, all other problems can be solved.
The most important thing is to take Lin Anran's people back first.
He continued to persuade Lin Anran: "The home is very big, with a video room, a game room, a studio, a gym, a bar..."
Lin Anran:...
"what's happenin?"
Lin Anran asked him, "Is there a bar downstairs in your house?"
Shang Hao: "No, it's the private bar at home."
Lin Anran thought for a while, but still sent out a simple and sincere question: "Why do you want to open a bar at home?"
Wouldn't it be enough to drink so much wine? Is this really wasteful?
"This," Shang Hao was also asked by him for a while. Why should there be a bar? He asked Lin Anran in a questioning tone: "Because I have a few wineries abroad?"
Lin Anran: "Ah..."
This reason sounds pretty good.
He was sloppy. From this point of view, it would be a waste not to build a bar at home.
He remembers that someone asked Xueba how to get a score of 148 in the past, and Xueba said that one less multiple choice question should be done. At this moment, Lin Anran felt like being hit by dimensionality reduction.
It was late at night, and the two went to bed with the lights off.
Because of another warm body holding him, Lin Anran slept well at night and fell asleep peacefully. The monster of bad mood disappeared, and he was never found again.
I don't know how Shang Hao did it. When he sleeps, he can hold his arms all night.
When Lin Anran got up the next morning, it took a little effort and gently moved herself from his arms.
He got up early, earlier than Shang Hao who went to work. Because he has his own plan today, he arranged it all.
Lin Anran brushed her teeth and washed her face, then went to the cabinet to find out about her dusty guy. He also changed a full set of clothes seriously.
When Shang Hao in the room got up at noon, Lin Anran's figure had disappeared from the bed.
He walked out of the room and saw Lin Anran alone in the living room, not knowing what he was doing, he couldn't see it.
Lin Anran was focused and devoted, without an extra person in the living room.
"Of course, what are you doing?"
"Can't you tell?" Lin Anran turned his head and replied, "I am doing yoga."
It is said that going to bed early and getting up early every day, and maintaining proper exercise can make people feel comfortable and promote physical and mental health. His arrangement is sports.
He doesn't know anything about sit-ups and push-ups.
He has tried yoga before. This exercise is very suitable for him, quiet, peaceful, and without going out. He also did his homework and bought yoga mats and yoga clothes.
It's not that Shang Hao didn't want to see it, it was that Lin Anran's serious attempt to complete yoga movements was really fun.
This person not only couldn't get his waist down, his legs couldn't be opened, and he couldn't do much movement at all. None of this can be said that he has done substandard, and has nothing to do with correct actions at all.
But Lin Anran didn't seem to know how unreliable each of her freeze-frame movements was. He did all his movements very seriously, sternly, standing still in a dull posture.
The picture is like a penguin with underdeveloped motor cells forcibly trying to dance.
Shang Hao smiled all the way along. Without intending to disturb, he just leaned over and kissed Lin Anran's face, who was doing prayers.
"I really love you so much, of course."
Lin Anran was devoting himself to yoga at this moment, taking time to accept his love.
Before he left, Shang Hao squeezed the ball head held high behind Lin Anran's head twice before leaving.
Lin Anran's yoga training lasted more than two hours. When he finished his exercise today, Shang Hao had been out to work for a long time.
After a short rest, he rolled up the yoga mat on the ground. Today's draft hasn't been drawn yet.
When it comes to the effectiveness of the exercise, there may be a little bit, but Lin Anran is not sure.
After all, he woke up early in the morning to do yoga, just to adjust his state so that he would not be distracted today.
Don't be distracted. Lin Anran packed up his things and meditated to herself again in her heart. He is a person who is easily trapped in emotional quagmire, and can't get out for a long time after he gets stuck.
When the phone alarm rang to the side, he was interrupted. It is a reminder of the set schedule, reminding him that it is time to update the dynamics on his personal homepage.
Before, Lin Anran would often forget that he still has a public account, and it is common to forget to update. In order not to waste the account, he simply set an alarm clock to remind himself to update.
However, when Lin Anran looked at the painting in his draft box that he was going to send, he hesitated very much, not knowing whether he should send it or not.
It was the draft stream he drew last time, in which the two hands are intimately held together. He originally planned to update this one the day before yesterday, echoing his last move away from the order.
He was thinking about whether or not to post before, and now he is even more entangled.
Lin Anran looked at the picture and was silent for a while before sending it out. There are only two hands holding each other in the painting. There shouldn't be any problems, right?
After sending it out for a while, new message reminders followed.
"Ahhhh, Routh is finally updated"
"It's so sweet, it's knocked out!"
"I can eat another 100 catties of this kind of dog food"
"Today is also a day of tears for the beautiful painting, Serene.jpg"
"Good guy, what is the origin of my wife who has been following for so long? The watch is a special customized t-diamond model of the rapha? l20 series. It is the first time for me to be so close to a famous watch.
Among the comments of eating dog food, only this compelling comment was praised in the front row.
Someone replied below:
"I just came back after checking my watch, good fellow, the clown is actually myself"
"My wife killed me twice with a picture!"
"I don't understand, but this string of names is expensive at first glance?"
Soon another person replied to the previous one with a comment: "This is the same style of a certain celebrity. Putting a suite in the inner ring on your hand, do you think it's expensive?"
"This can't be regarded as a luxury brand, it's a collection-level top luxury brand"
The comment area became hot again because of this comment.
Here, Lin Anran took the time to pay attention to the dynamics in the comment area while drawing. This is unbelievable, the situation is going out of control in an uncontrollable direction.
Before posting the picture, he never expected that the watch could see such a big background. Looking at these people's discussions, Lin Anran panicked and stopped drawing the pictures. He was holding his mobile phone and turned the comments one by one.
The focus of most people's discussions is on the expensiveness of the watch and the wife's family status. There is no crookedness for the time being.
Now how to do? ...
Anyway, not many people have seen it now. Sure enough, delete this one, right? Lin Anran stared at the screen tightly, his whole person sitting on pins and needles, and he started to bite his lips again when he felt anxious.
The cursor moved to the delete button, and he hesitated again. Now these people are discussing enthusiastically, will he delete it all at once and make it seem more compelling, causing bad guesses?
The reminder of new news keeps beating, and the digital pile accumulates. Upon refreshing, Lin Anran suddenly found that the person who posted the comment just now sent a new apology:
"I read it wrong, and I apologize to everyone. I just checked it out. The one in the picture is not the one in the hands of a certain star."
Lin Anran immediately let out a sigh of relief, unloading all his strength.
"My wifes watch is currently only haunted by auction houses. You have to rely on personal cumulative consumption records before you buy it. This is no longer something that a house can solve. This is a watch that should be kept in a safe. ."
Seeing here Lin Anran sat up again, completely dumbfounded.
His mood was ups and downs, and he wanted to cry without tears for a while.
It's over, there are still a few of this thing in his bedside table. Just because Shang Hao lost it so casually, he didn't know that these watches should be put in the safe.
His mood at the moment was that he wanted to go back in time and asked him to go back to fight Shang Hao the day before yesterday.
Wear a watch as long as you wear a watch. Wearing a suite on your hand is what's going on. He knew that this watch was expensive, but he didn't expect that it was not only expensive but also had a luxurious story.
He doesn't understand the world of the rich. At this time, the same style of painting in the comment area is almost his mood. It's that they don't understand the world of the rich.
Lin Anran scrambled to look through the comment area again. Fortunately, most people just watched from civilization, and no one has mentioned whose name has come out yet. Lin Anran checked the information, and it seemed that she couldn't find out who it was based on a watch alone.
If you find that it is Shang Hao's watch after you really make trouble, go to Shang Hao's deity... the consequences will be disastrous.
He will put aside a snack here. Lin Anran thought about it again and again. In order not to arouse suspicion, he chose to quietly turn this post into the fans' visibility.
When it was late at night, he would come up and delete it secretly, so as not to know it.
When I first drew this picture, there was no photo prototype. What he drew was the hands of two people. This table is the image memory in his mind. Maybe he saw it on which Shanghao material.
Lin Anran didn't know that the things on this man had such a source.
He regretted his carelessness before posting the picture, and he would be lying on the table, motionless. He insisted on holding his mobile phone in one hand, and kept watching secretly in the comment area at all times.
...
Lin Anran held the pen weakly and lay on the table, drawing today's fish-finding work.
The lines drawn on the paper gradually formed a dementia. Except for a lonely, round-headed villain with no color, there is nothing in the background, nothing.
What he painted is yesterday's Ranran.
Dementia still has no mouth, no expression, and two peasy eyes. Only the huge transparent water ball in his arms was bigger than its round head, so big that its small match hand was about to hold it.
Several round teardrops flowed down from a pair of solid peas, and then melted into the big oblate water ball in his arms.
It is holding a large tear ball, which is made up of tears that fall out of dementia.
The drawing is very simple, just a few strokes. Lin Anran signed and dated in the lower right corner as usual.
Dont paint Shanghao, and dont paint anything else. Let Dementia Ranran cry quietly with her own tears.
Lin Anran looked at the painting for a while, put it aside, and prepared to sort out the draft of his morning painting.
As a result, the painting was put on the side and it was at night. Lin Anran confiscated it and let Shang Hao, who was off work, see it.
This person is domineering, doing whatever he wants. Last time, no matter whether Lin Anran was or not, he nodded and started to change his paintings randomly.
When Lin Anran came back from the shower at night, the picture in his painting changed.
The dementia was still silent and weeping. But this person was afraid that he was too tired to cry while standing up for dementia, so he changed the two match legs of dementia from vertical to horizontal, and asked him to sit down and cry intimately.
The most important thing is that there is a huge palm under the feet of the round-headed villain, which is ten times or twenty times the size of the villain. It sits in the center of the palm.
In order to distinguish the ordinary palm from the noble palm, the capitalist Shang Hao drew it all the way to the wrist and added a stick figure to it.
......This watch Lin Anran is very familiar now, and can correspond to its name, a suite, with a heart-stopping heart.
It should be said that Shang Hao's elite education from his childhood was quite comprehensive. From the professional point of view of Lin Anran, these pens have a certain foundation. Although there are only simple lines and outlines, it can still be regarded as vivid and will not violate the harmony.
Dementia now has a big palm as a cushion, and it is not alone anymore. It can sit in the palm of the giant Hao Hao and shed tears.
In the lower right corner, beside the word "ranran", another powerful signature was signed: Hao Hao.
The date is today.
Shang Hao also played a viola that night that did not belong to him.
It is a method of plucking strings like a guitar, and it can actually play the tone of a piece of music. Lin Anran straightened his eyes and knew for the first time that there was such an operation.
The beef was great and the waiters were good, and it was a relaxing and pleasant evening in general.
Except that the waiter especially likes to touch him, everything else is fine.
Before going to bed every day, Lin Anran was sucked the most frequently during the day. Lin Anran was originally a person who followed the crowd. He has been accustomed to being sucked for a long time, and now he can lie down and suck.
Just **** it. Shang Hao was dishonest, so he buried himself in his body and began to move.
His palm was pressed against Lin Anran's side waist, and he was warm, he inadvertently went into the hem of his clothes, both hands were pinched on the waist inside his clothes, and he repeatedly rubbed the skin there, still greedily on.
"itch."
Lin Anran laughed and twisted to hide.
Shang Hao just finished taking a shower. His face was buried on Lin Anran's chest, motionless.
It looked like someone was sleepy, and the empathetic Lin Anran thought for him. Otherwise, why didn't it move for a long time.
However, those two big hands that looked vigorous were still stroking his waist. Lin Anran was really itchy and couldn't bear it, so she took it back reluctantly.
He just went down if he didn't let him go up, his fingers hooked Lin Anran's waistband.
Shang Hao was working on him and suddenly realized something was wrong with him. He raised his head from Lin Anran's chest and asked him, "What are you doing?"
Lin Anran was also touching him just as he was frustrated with Ranran. It's not a normal touch, it feels like pinching whether he is solid or hollow.
Lin Anran, who was asked by him, stopped and was touching his body's hand.
"Shang Hao..." Lin Anran hesitated, but still asked thoughtfully, "Do you have a shadow?"
Shang Hao:?
Hearing this question, he needed to take a deep breath.
Replaced by any other person at this time, there is a high probability that he is humbly accepting his advice.
He looked like a loaded and dumb-fired gun. He just couldn't say anything that didn't sound good. In the end, he could only bury it in Lin Anran's chest aggrievedly.
Shang Hao feels that his habit of not being shy about criticizing others will one day be greatly improved by him. If one day he stops cursing, it can only be Lin Anran forced him to break it.
"Otherwise? Do you think it is a snail girl who is in your house every day?" He asked Ranran in a urn voice.
No, you are my own, Lin Fenran.
Lin Anran thought, he didn't speak, but his face was smiling. Because it's kind of fun to watch Shang Hao's flat expression.
Most of the time he smiled, he was pursing his lips, a little embarrassed, with his eyes curled up, quietly, cute and well-behaved.
Shang Hao on his chest asked him, "Of course, when will you go back with me?"
He always felt that their current situation was only temporary and would not last long.
So he is willing to condescend to live here now, only for a while. As long as he takes Lin Anran's people back, all other problems can be solved.
The most important thing is to take Lin Anran's people back first.
He continued to persuade Lin Anran: "The home is very big, with a video room, a game room, a studio, a gym, a bar..."
Lin Anran:...
"what's happenin?"
Lin Anran asked him, "Is there a bar downstairs in your house?"
Shang Hao: "No, it's the private bar at home."
Lin Anran thought for a while, but still sent out a simple and sincere question: "Why do you want to open a bar at home?"
Wouldn't it be enough to drink so much wine? Is this really wasteful?
"This," Shang Hao was also asked by him for a while. Why should there be a bar? He asked Lin Anran in a questioning tone: "Because I have a few wineries abroad?"
Lin Anran: "Ah..."
This reason sounds pretty good.
He was sloppy. From this point of view, it would be a waste not to build a bar at home.
He remembers that someone asked Xueba how to get a score of 148 in the past, and Xueba said that one less multiple choice question should be done. At this moment, Lin Anran felt like being hit by dimensionality reduction.
It was late at night, and the two went to bed with the lights off.
Because of another warm body holding him, Lin Anran slept well at night and fell asleep peacefully. The monster of bad mood disappeared, and he was never found again.
I don't know how Shang Hao did it. When he sleeps, he can hold his arms all night.
When Lin Anran got up the next morning, it took a little effort and gently moved herself from his arms.
He got up early, earlier than Shang Hao who went to work. Because he has his own plan today, he arranged it all.
Lin Anran brushed her teeth and washed her face, then went to the cabinet to find out about her dusty guy. He also changed a full set of clothes seriously.
When Shang Hao in the room got up at noon, Lin Anran's figure had disappeared from the bed.
He walked out of the room and saw Lin Anran alone in the living room, not knowing what he was doing, he couldn't see it.
Lin Anran was focused and devoted, without an extra person in the living room.
"Of course, what are you doing?"
"Can't you tell?" Lin Anran turned his head and replied, "I am doing yoga."
It is said that going to bed early and getting up early every day, and maintaining proper exercise can make people feel comfortable and promote physical and mental health. His arrangement is sports.
He doesn't know anything about sit-ups and push-ups.
He has tried yoga before. This exercise is very suitable for him, quiet, peaceful, and without going out. He also did his homework and bought yoga mats and yoga clothes.
It's not that Shang Hao didn't want to see it, it was that Lin Anran's serious attempt to complete yoga movements was really fun.
This person not only couldn't get his waist down, his legs couldn't be opened, and he couldn't do much movement at all. None of this can be said that he has done substandard, and has nothing to do with correct actions at all.
But Lin Anran didn't seem to know how unreliable each of her freeze-frame movements was. He did all his movements very seriously, sternly, standing still in a dull posture.
The picture is like a penguin with underdeveloped motor cells forcibly trying to dance.
Shang Hao smiled all the way along. Without intending to disturb, he just leaned over and kissed Lin Anran's face, who was doing prayers.
"I really love you so much, of course."
Lin Anran was devoting himself to yoga at this moment, taking time to accept his love.
Before he left, Shang Hao squeezed the ball head held high behind Lin Anran's head twice before leaving.
Lin Anran's yoga training lasted more than two hours. When he finished his exercise today, Shang Hao had been out to work for a long time.
After a short rest, he rolled up the yoga mat on the ground. Today's draft hasn't been drawn yet.
When it comes to the effectiveness of the exercise, there may be a little bit, but Lin Anran is not sure.
After all, he woke up early in the morning to do yoga, just to adjust his state so that he would not be distracted today.
Don't be distracted. Lin Anran packed up his things and meditated to herself again in her heart. He is a person who is easily trapped in emotional quagmire, and can't get out for a long time after he gets stuck.
When the phone alarm rang to the side, he was interrupted. It is a reminder of the set schedule, reminding him that it is time to update the dynamics on his personal homepage.
Before, Lin Anran would often forget that he still has a public account, and it is common to forget to update. In order not to waste the account, he simply set an alarm clock to remind himself to update.
However, when Lin Anran looked at the painting in his draft box that he was going to send, he hesitated very much, not knowing whether he should send it or not.
It was the draft stream he drew last time, in which the two hands are intimately held together. He originally planned to update this one the day before yesterday, echoing his last move away from the order.
He was thinking about whether or not to post before, and now he is even more entangled.
Lin Anran looked at the picture and was silent for a while before sending it out. There are only two hands holding each other in the painting. There shouldn't be any problems, right?
After sending it out for a while, new message reminders followed.
"Ahhhh, Routh is finally updated"
"It's so sweet, it's knocked out!"
"I can eat another 100 catties of this kind of dog food"
"Today is also a day of tears for the beautiful painting, Serene.jpg"
"Good guy, what is the origin of my wife who has been following for so long? The watch is a special customized t-diamond model of the rapha? l20 series. It is the first time for me to be so close to a famous watch.
Among the comments of eating dog food, only this compelling comment was praised in the front row.
Someone replied below:
"I just came back after checking my watch, good fellow, the clown is actually myself"
"My wife killed me twice with a picture!"
"I don't understand, but this string of names is expensive at first glance?"
Soon another person replied to the previous one with a comment: "This is the same style of a certain celebrity. Putting a suite in the inner ring on your hand, do you think it's expensive?"
"This can't be regarded as a luxury brand, it's a collection-level top luxury brand"
The comment area became hot again because of this comment.
Here, Lin Anran took the time to pay attention to the dynamics in the comment area while drawing. This is unbelievable, the situation is going out of control in an uncontrollable direction.
Before posting the picture, he never expected that the watch could see such a big background. Looking at these people's discussions, Lin Anran panicked and stopped drawing the pictures. He was holding his mobile phone and turned the comments one by one.
The focus of most people's discussions is on the expensiveness of the watch and the wife's family status. There is no crookedness for the time being.
Now how to do? ...
Anyway, not many people have seen it now. Sure enough, delete this one, right? Lin Anran stared at the screen tightly, his whole person sitting on pins and needles, and he started to bite his lips again when he felt anxious.
The cursor moved to the delete button, and he hesitated again. Now these people are discussing enthusiastically, will he delete it all at once and make it seem more compelling, causing bad guesses?
The reminder of new news keeps beating, and the digital pile accumulates. Upon refreshing, Lin Anran suddenly found that the person who posted the comment just now sent a new apology:
"I read it wrong, and I apologize to everyone. I just checked it out. The one in the picture is not the one in the hands of a certain star."
Lin Anran immediately let out a sigh of relief, unloading all his strength.
"My wifes watch is currently only haunted by auction houses. You have to rely on personal cumulative consumption records before you buy it. This is no longer something that a house can solve. This is a watch that should be kept in a safe. ."
Seeing here Lin Anran sat up again, completely dumbfounded.
His mood was ups and downs, and he wanted to cry without tears for a while.
It's over, there are still a few of this thing in his bedside table. Just because Shang Hao lost it so casually, he didn't know that these watches should be put in the safe.
His mood at the moment was that he wanted to go back in time and asked him to go back to fight Shang Hao the day before yesterday.
Wear a watch as long as you wear a watch. Wearing a suite on your hand is what's going on. He knew that this watch was expensive, but he didn't expect that it was not only expensive but also had a luxurious story.
He doesn't understand the world of the rich. At this time, the same style of painting in the comment area is almost his mood. It's that they don't understand the world of the rich.
Lin Anran scrambled to look through the comment area again. Fortunately, most people just watched from civilization, and no one has mentioned whose name has come out yet. Lin Anran checked the information, and it seemed that she couldn't find out who it was based on a watch alone.
If you find that it is Shang Hao's watch after you really make trouble, go to Shang Hao's deity... the consequences will be disastrous.
He will put aside a snack here. Lin Anran thought about it again and again. In order not to arouse suspicion, he chose to quietly turn this post into the fans' visibility.
When it was late at night, he would come up and delete it secretly, so as not to know it.
When I first drew this picture, there was no photo prototype. What he drew was the hands of two people. This table is the image memory in his mind. Maybe he saw it on which Shanghao material.
Lin Anran didn't know that the things on this man had such a source.
He regretted his carelessness before posting the picture, and he would be lying on the table, motionless. He insisted on holding his mobile phone in one hand, and kept watching secretly in the comment area at all times.
...
Lin Anran held the pen weakly and lay on the table, drawing today's fish-finding work.
The lines drawn on the paper gradually formed a dementia. Except for a lonely, round-headed villain with no color, there is nothing in the background, nothing.
What he painted is yesterday's Ranran.
Dementia still has no mouth, no expression, and two peasy eyes. Only the huge transparent water ball in his arms was bigger than its round head, so big that its small match hand was about to hold it.
Several round teardrops flowed down from a pair of solid peas, and then melted into the big oblate water ball in his arms.
It is holding a large tear ball, which is made up of tears that fall out of dementia.
The drawing is very simple, just a few strokes. Lin Anran signed and dated in the lower right corner as usual.
Dont paint Shanghao, and dont paint anything else. Let Dementia Ranran cry quietly with her own tears.
Lin Anran looked at the painting for a while, put it aside, and prepared to sort out the draft of his morning painting.
As a result, the painting was put on the side and it was at night. Lin Anran confiscated it and let Shang Hao, who was off work, see it.
This person is domineering, doing whatever he wants. Last time, no matter whether Lin Anran was or not, he nodded and started to change his paintings randomly.
When Lin Anran came back from the shower at night, the picture in his painting changed.
The dementia was still silent and weeping. But this person was afraid that he was too tired to cry while standing up for dementia, so he changed the two match legs of dementia from vertical to horizontal, and asked him to sit down and cry intimately.
The most important thing is that there is a huge palm under the feet of the round-headed villain, which is ten times or twenty times the size of the villain. It sits in the center of the palm.
In order to distinguish the ordinary palm from the noble palm, the capitalist Shang Hao drew it all the way to the wrist and added a stick figure to it.
......This watch Lin Anran is very familiar now, and can correspond to its name, a suite, with a heart-stopping heart.
It should be said that Shang Hao's elite education from his childhood was quite comprehensive. From the professional point of view of Lin Anran, these pens have a certain foundation. Although there are only simple lines and outlines, it can still be regarded as vivid and will not violate the harmony.
Dementia now has a big palm as a cushion, and it is not alone anymore. It can sit in the palm of the giant Hao Hao and shed tears.
In the lower right corner, beside the word "ranran", another powerful signature was signed: Hao Hao.
The date is today.
