Su Liuhuo did not accept Guo Qifeng's invitation. She had to do a lot of work after resting for more than two months. One was that she had no time, and the other was that she was indeed too far away from their family and was not suitable for dating too closely.

This surprised Guo Qifeng and said again: Xiao Wu is here.

Su Liuhuo was a little stunned. He didn't expect that Luo Jincheng hadn't come to work for so long and went to Qingcheng. However, this book was nothing wrong with it. They were good brothers.

She thought about it and replied: I hope he has a good time.

A woman's rejection has always been like this. In addition to her attitude of wanting to refuse and being welcome, she is a decisive rejection, especially Su Liuhuo. It has been her limit for three years. If she drags on, it is not her personality.

Guo Qifeng had to give up!

From this day on, Luo Jincheng painted Li Jingchen every day, with a deep mark. Rather than saying that he was drawing, he was carving Li Jingchen into his mind over and over again.

Guo Qifeng did not stop this.

However, if you look closely, you can still see the difference between the two paintings.

Su Liuhuo's youthfulness, agility, colorful and unruly, especially his eyes are extremely vivid, while Li Jingchen's picture is not the case. It is like a profile of a wall, and a wall is stuck there in a daze.

Guo Qifeng could see it, Guo Qianying could see it, and even the servants at home could see it at a glance.

The contrast is clear, only Luo Jincheng doesn't know it yet.

Loving someone has always been a sign of it, but some people will be blinded by the past.

"Uncle Xiaowu, what you painted is not good at all," said Ping'an.

He looked at the drawing paper all over the ground, picked up the stack of airplanes, and the airplanes flew up and rotated around the room for several times, landing on the bedside table.

I climbed the mountain safely to get the plane and saw a painting with dust falling.

He picked up the dust on it and looked at Luo Jincheng, "This one is the best one."

"What do you know."

It was just a child, Luo Jincheng didn't bother with him, and then took the painting in his hand and put it back.

"Why don't I understand?" Ping An felt that he was despised and flew towards him directly. "The painting was like a clay man, and it was not as cute as An An's doll. I don't know what the painting was about? You are doing useless work!"

Even the useless work was soaring, Luo Jincheng laughed, "Who taught you the useless work?"

"Your topic is too stiff to change, and even if you change the topic, it cannot change the fact that you are doing useless work and drawing clay figures!"

Luo Jincheng: "..."

His face was almost green, but he couldn't argue with him.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you think Su Liuhuo looks good?"

The child could not express any noble insights. After seeing Luo Jincheng for a while, he suddenly jumped off the bed, and a small whirlwind blew out of Luo Jincheng's bedroom.

Luo Jincheng shook his head and picked up the pen again.

Just as he was about to draw, the door was kicked open from outside again. Ping An ran in quickly and grabbed a doll under his armpit.

Ping An put two dolls in front of Luo Jincheng. One was a blond and blue-eyed doll. Although she was beautiful, she was lifeless and could not move. The other was a Transformer, which could transform, move, was very flexible and cool.

Ping An put his hand in his pants pocket and looked at Luo Jincheng coolly, "Which one do you like?"
Chapter completed!