Open the Journal: I Drove a Helicopter

Want to buy his paintings?

Lin Chen smiled: "Sister Wenxin, you can't tell me what you said!"

"It's just a picture, just paint it for you. As for the money, you don't need to mention it."

At this moment, warm and a little embarrassed.

"How can this work, if that's the case, didn't I take advantage of you?"

Who is Lin Chen?

He is now a well-known master of double materials in the art festival, and he can sell anything for a price of tens of millions of dollars.

It feels a bit too much to not pay for the warmth.

Lin Chen waved his hand indifferently: "No, if you insist on giving it to me, I won't draw it!"

"Hey, don't!" Wen Xin said hastily, "then do as you say."

Lin Chen nodded: "Yeah."

At this time, the door was pushed open, and the waiters walked in with dishes.

After they left, Wenxin introduced: "This, Nanban chicken, this is grilled crab rice, Japanese-style daifuku... How do you taste it?"

Lin Chen nodded and clamped a piece of Nanban chicken.

The meat is tender and juicy, coupled with the secret sauce, really gives people a different kind of enjoyment.

"How is it? Is the taste still used to it?" Wen Wen asked.

Lin Chen nodded: "It's okay, pretty good."

Warm hesitated for a while before he said: "I heard Han Yanan say that the boy's ‘okay’, it’s just a normal meaning..."

Lin Wei was taken aback, a little bit dumbfounded.

"I didn't mean that. What I said was okay, it was really good."

"Really?" Warm is still a little skeptical.

"If you are not used to eating, we can change to another store."

Lin Chen shook his head: "It's really not necessary."

Upon seeing this, Warm had no choice but to say: "Okay, then."

Immediately afterwards, she exhorted: "If you are not used to eating, you must tell me."

Lin Chen nodded: "Okay."

Warmth then let go of my heart.

After all, Lin Chen's feelings are the most important now.

Not only because of her father's insatiable advice, she also wanted to entertain Lin Chen.

After eating, the two went back to Lin Chen.

I wanted to paint for her, but Naihe didn't have pen and paper by her side.

Upon seeing this, Warm had no choice but to say: "Then forget it, and wait for the next time to paint."

Lin Chen nodded: "Only next time."

As soon as the voice fell, his phone rang.

Was it... Luo Xin called?

As soon as he was connected, Luo Xin's voice came from the emergency call.

"Big villain, where did you go, I went to your place to find you today, you are not at home, and said, did you fool around with which woman?"

Lin Chen:...

"Went out with Wenxin."

Hearing these words, Luo Xin was stunned.

Warm, warm and warm?

Luo Xin's voice was obviously much lower.

"You, did you go out with her today?"

Wen Yan, Lin Chen nodded: "Well, what's the matter?"

Luo Xin felt a little guilty: "You guys went out together, did she tell you anything?"

Lin Chen wondered: "For example?"

"For example, about me?"

Lin Chen shook his head when he heard the sound: "That's not true."

Luo Xin breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if you don't, it's fine if you don't."

She was really afraid that Wenxin would tell him that.

The warmth beside him, the look in Lin Chen's eyes was also somewhat unclear.

It seems that Luo Xin should have opened this call.

However, Luo Xin hasn't "killed" it yet, which surprised her a bit.

Even if she is stupid, she should react at this time, right?

Immediately afterwards, Luo Xin asked again: "Then are you at home now?"

Lin Chen nodded: "Yes, I am at home now."

"Then I will look for you." Luo Xin said evenly.

"good."

After thinking for a while, Luo Xin asked again: "By the way, isn't Wenxin here?"

Lin Chen:...

He gave a warm look in silence.

"She's really there."

Luo Xin held his forehead.

What if she wants to cry.

Warm, this dead woman really took Lin Chen over.

Kyoto was obviously also her Luo Xin's site, but in the end she didn't even dare to see Lin Chen.

It's too difficult, how did she make her look like a third party?

Had it not been for Wenxin to have her handle, she would have crushed her with a punch.

"Are you still here?" Lin Chen asked quietly.

Luo Xin was like a frustrated ball, sluggishly: "Not going anymore."

"why?"

Is it because the warmth is here?

Then Luo Xin said: "I don't agree with that warm woman, do you know?"

Lin Chen:...

"understood."

Luo Xin sighed quietly: "Forget it, don't say anything, bye bye."

Destroy, she is tired.

Before Lin Chen could speak, Luo Xin hung up the phone.

Lin Chen held the phone with a stunned expression.

Warm smiled: "Is it Luo Xin?"

Lin Chen nodded.

"Then why can't she come?" Wenxin asked.

Well this.

For a while, Lin Chen didn't know whether to say it or not.

With a warm smile: "Because I am here, the warmth dare not come?"

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment.

Did Luo Xin dare not come?

But when I think about it carefully, it seems that this is indeed the case.

However, Luo Xin, who has always been fearless and fearless, would be afraid of warmth?

Lin Chen really couldn't understand.

"Perhaps?" Lin Chen said.

Warmly looked at the phone.

Amanda sent her a message.

"Or, let's go to the modeling room now. Didn't Amanda say to try the sleeve fit?"

Lin Chen nodded: "Okay."

...

Here, Luo Xin is lying on the sofa, shutting himself up.

Her intestines are almost regretful now.

I had known that she would not go to Han Yanan's house that day.

If you don't go, you won't encounter warmth.

Without encountering Warm, she would not say such silly words, and she would not put the handle in Warm's hands.

Luo Xin became more and more angry, and the remote control in his hand "clicked", and black smoke appeared.

Luo Zhentian, who passed by, was shocked abruptly.

He quickly snatched the poor remote control from Luo Xin and threw it in the trash can.

"What are you doing?"

"Does your hands hurt?"

Luo Xin was expressionless.

"It doesn't hurt."

Luo Zhentian also sat down, with a look of concern and said: "This is you, what happened to you?"

"No." Luo Xin said coldly.

This matter can never be said.

If her dad knew that Lin Chen was on a boat, it would be over.

So she wouldn't even say when she died.

Luo Zhentian frowned: "You are talking nonsense again, you are the one who brought you up with me, can I not know you?"

"If you have anything, tell Dad, Dad will definitely help you solve it!"