Chen Feng couldn't complain, so he picked up his chopsticks and joined the crowd to eat the braised pork ribs.

He and Lucy both liked this dish.

Ten minutes later, Lucy, who had eaten her fill, wiped her mouth with a tissue with satisfaction, stood up and said, "I have to go back to work. See you all in the evening."

When Chen Feng heard this, he said: "Lucy, I have a flight to Los Angeles at 3:30 in the afternoon. I will come back in a few days. I want to say goodbye to you first."

"What? Why are you going to Los Angeles suddenly?" Lucy stared at him in surprise.

"I have some personal matters to deal with." Chen Feng said generally.

Lucy blinked, nodded and said, "Well, I wish you a safe journey and let me know when you get there."

Chen Feng nodded: "Okay, I'll let you know you're safe when we get there."

"Well, keep in touch. I won't send you off."

"Go ahead and get busy."

Lucy nodded, said no more nonsense, and left in a hurry.

"Chen Feng, Lucy is right. You should pay attention to safety on the way there. I don't know how the security there is. You should be careful. Why don't Miao Na go with you?"

As soon as Lucy left, Zhou Qianru asked Chen Feng to come.

Chen Feng was actually a little worried, especially after he was shot just yesterday.

This is why he wants to fly to Los Angeles now, to settle the family fund as soon as possible, and then return to China as soon as possible.

Anyway, Zhou Qianru and Chu Xiaoling only need to insist on taking medicine and have regular check-ups, and there is no need for him to accompany them every day.

Besides, really speaking, they are not worthy of Chen Feng accompanying them all the time. He has his own things to do.

Chen Feng responded: "No, Miao Na should stay with you. The security in big cities in America is still good, as long as you don't go to places with chaotic security. Brina will pick me up at the airport then.

, she is a native over there, don’t worry.”

Zhou Qianru sighed and said: "If possible, I really want to go back to China to live. It's so boring here because I'm not familiar with the place and I don't know anyone."

Chen Feng reminded: "If you are bored, just draw. Didn't you say that you wanted to be a painter when you were a child? Now that you have nothing to do, you might as well work hard to become a painter."

Zhou Qianru corrected her angrily: "I am a painter now."

Chen Feng smiled and said: "Amateur painter on the 18th line?"

Zhou Qianru retorted: "Of course not. I am a formal member of the National Artists Association and a real painter."

"Okay, then you have to keep improving and strive to become a famous painter. In addition, don't forget that you lost ten paintings to me before and you have to make me satisfied. You might as well paint while you are recovering.

Ten paintings satisfy me."

Zhou Qianru felt a little resentful when she thought about the bet she had lost to Chen Feng, but she still asked: "What kind of painting do you like?"

Chen Feng thought for a while and said: "I like paintings with soul and spiritual connotations. In other words, if you have put your efforts into it, it should have your own characteristics. Otherwise, it will be difficult to satisfy me."

"Then your requirements are too high." Zhou Qianru rolled her eyes and said, "To inject soul and spirit into the paintings, only those master painters can do it, and even master painters cannot every painting.

Paintings can do what you said."

Chen Feng smiled and said: "Then work harder and try to fulfill your bet in your lifetime."
Chapter completed!