[Korean Entertainment] Prosperous Scenic Spots

Li Jingfan held back his anger, hung up on Li Junche and threw the phone on the passenger seat next to him.

Damn Choi Seung Hyun! !

Your uncle, if it wasn't for Xiaocheng, you think I would be happy to call you?What are you so proud of, do you think everyone likes you?Knowing your phone number and being grateful to Dade, like smoke rising from the ancestral grave?

After patting the steering wheel heavily, Jing Fan drove home quickly, slammed the car door hard once he got home, and entered the house with his bag.She walked very fast along the way, with a stern face exuding an aura of not being close to strangers.The servants at home saw that she wanted to go up to say hello, but they could see that the eldest lady was not in the right mood, so they didn't dare to approach her again, but just avoided it.Because Jing Fan was angry, he walked so fast that there was a gust of wind wherever he went.

Going upstairs and entering the room, Jing Fan threw the bag on the bed, took off the scarf and coat and threw them on the sofa, then walked to the dressing table, took off the earrings in front of the mirror, and casually threw them on the table, beautiful diamonds The earrings rolled a few times on the table before stopping.

Jing Fan looked at herself in the mirror, and there was still some anger between her brows and eyes. She stood there with her hips crossed for a while, and found that her mood was not any better. Jing Fan felt that she had to do something to divert her emotions.

Looking down to the eyebrow pencil on the dressing table, Jing Fan knew what she was going to do.He tied up his hair casually, turned a corner, and walked to the studio on the left without stopping, pushed open the door, and turned on the light with a snap, bright lights immediately filled the room.Jing Fan looked around and walked in, drew the curtains and opened the windows to let the air in.

Bending down to take the carbon strip, Jing Fan paused before writing. What do you want to draw?Suddenly thinking of something that Xiaocheng told her at night, Jing Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled, and then an idea came to his mind.

With an idea, the next time will pass quickly.Jing Shu kept drawing lines in the sketchbook with his hands, muttering while drawing, "I told you to be arrogant, I told you to be arrogant. I told you to pretend to be handsome, and I told you to be tall."

Jing Fan wrote like a god, holding the charcoal stick in his hand, smearing or smearing, and quickly drew what he wanted in his mind. It didn't take long for him to draw several pictures.As she painted and smeared like this, Jing Fan's aggrieved heart gradually poured out with the tip of the brush. Later, she drew more and more vigorously, and drew more and more, and her mind couldn't stop like a fountain.By the time she finally stopped writing, her mood had improved.

Looking at the finished painting, Jing Fan excitedly ran to turn on the computer, scanned the painting and uploaded it to the computer.Looking at the several paintings on the computer, Jing Fan propped his hands on the table, staring at the computer screen with scrutiny in his eyes.

She is very confident in her artistry, and she believes that it's okay to post it on the Internet like this.But looking at these paintings, she still felt that it was not enough, and she always felt that something was missing.

What is missing?Jing Fan watched for a while before suddenly realizing.Since it is required to be vivid, why is there less PS?Pulling the chair aside and sitting down, Jing Fan carefully PSed her paintings in front of the computer.After modifying and modifying until she was satisfied, she uploaded all those paintings on the Internet.

Jing Fan looked at the fruits of his whole night's labor and smiled proudly at the computer screen.Regardless of how much storm these paintings will cause once they are passed on.

Clapping her hands, Jing Fan, who felt relieved, did not follow up the follow-up development. She just turned off the computer, turned and left the studio.Well, she's going to wash her hands.I didn't pay attention when I was painting just now, and my gray hands just wiped it on the skirt.

What Jing Fan can't bear is the dirty clothes, even if there is only a little bit, she will feel uncomfortable. The need to look neat is cultivated since childhood.Her former friends still laughed at her as having a cleanliness habit. Although it is not as serious as before, she will change dirty clothes when conditions permit.

Putting the sketchbook on the table, she forgot to close the window as she turned around and left, so the breeze blows into the room like a naughty girl, flipping through the sketchbook page by page, the sound of the sketch paper being flipped in the quiet and empty room Extra crisp.

The first painting in the sketchbook is an extremely gorgeous rose flower. Large swaths of rose flowers bloom in the corner of the wall. Each flower is exquisite and complicated, and each is beautiful, which makes people sigh.

The exquisite roses were quickly turned over, and the second painting had a completely different style. It was a house. It was just a few strokes, but the shape of the house was vividly outlined. It can be seen that it was not painted at the same time.

The picture turned to a fat cat, squinting lazily and lazily basking in the sun. The sun shone warmly on it. It was an indescribable enjoyment to see its expression, and its short beard was still tall. cocked.

Jing Fan’s sketchbook has a lot of drawings, sometimes it’s just a smiling face, or some words are written in beautiful flower shapes, there are beautiful towns in Northern Europe, tall plane trees, and fat penguins.

The wind stopped, and the picture was frozen in a miserable wind and rain. The pouring rain dripped down the eaves, and the whiteness between the sky and the earth showed the ferocity of the rain.Then there are a bunch of people on the bustling street, everyone has a different look, whether they are happy or smiling, or indifferent or enthusiastic, and so on.

Further down is the picture drawn today, and the Q version of the characters makes people laugh.

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Jing Fan came out of the studio, changed into clean clothes, and when he was looking for his mobile phone to call Xiu An, he found that her mobile phone was missing.She took the bag and looked around but couldn't find it. She dumped everything in the bag on the bed, but she still didn't see it.Where is the phone?Jing Fan thought for a while before remembering that she had thrown the phone on the passenger seat.Not caring about the mess on the bed, she walked out again wearing cotton slippers.

Jing Fan usually walks very lightly, so the two downstairs didn't notice her coming downstairs, which also gave Jing Fan a cold look at how they performed, no, to be more precise, it was to see how careful and considerate Pu Yingya was, taking care of her in every possible way dad.

In the huge living room, her father was sitting on the sofa, with a black suit jacket on the armrest, and she could smell the strong alcohol smell all over him from far away.As for Pu Yingya, she was holding hangover soup in her left hand, while her right hand was still stroking her father's back slowly, talking to him softly.

Jing Fan could see from her perspective that her father drank the hangover soup obediently, frowned after drinking it, and then pushed the bowl away with his left hand.

Seeing this scene, Jing Fan's heart twitched.No matter how some people change, some small habits are always there, just like her father would frown every time he finished drinking the hangover soup, and would push away the soup bowl.After so many years, these two habits of my father have not changed.

The habit has not changed, but the woman around him has changed.Jing Fan smiled mockingly, the mood that had just recovered was followed by gloom, the corners of his mouth curled down, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.Continue to go downstairs, walking loudly this time on purpose to attract the attention of the two people downstairs.

When Pu Yingya turned her head and saw her, she immediately smiled and greeted her warmly, "Jing Fan is back?"

Don't you get tired of pretending to be virtuous in front of her father?Jing Fan ignored her, and Pu Yingya was not annoyed when she saw her like this, she just glanced sideways at her father, then stroked her father's back, and asked him softly if there was any discomfort.

Seeing her like this, Jing Fan sneered and helped the mud on the wall forever.Li Hecheng also noticed that the eldest daughter came downstairs, and Park Yingya's expected dissatisfaction did not show up. Seeing her unhappy face, she asked affectionately and lovingly, "Why are you unhappy?"

"It's nothing."

Li Hexiang was not angry when his daughter was like this, but said with emotion, "Papa's Jingfan has grown up."

Jing Fan didn't answer, but just looked at her father, not knowing where he was in such a good mood at night.Li Hecheng probably drank too much at night, so he kept talking non-stop. If he talked a lot, there must be times when he made a slip of the tongue.No, Jing Fan hadn't listened for long before she heard her father mention those 'good' times in the past.You know, before Park Youngya, her mother was the one who took care of her father.

Jing Fan is most willing to do things that can add trouble to Pu Yingya.Although she was embarrassing Pu Yingya, her own mood was not much better.The more Li Hecheng talked with someone accompanying the memories, the more Park Yingya's expression became more and more rigid... more and more ugly.

Jing Fan sneered in his heart, isn't he pretending to be virtuous?Let you continue to pretend to be enough.When her father finally said that he was tired and wanted to go back to the room, the hour hand pointed to eleven.Taking a look at Park Yingya with pity in his eyes, and successfully seeing Pu Yingya's ugly face, Jing Fan smiled mockingly before leaving the living room to get his phone.

Just after opening the door, a gust of cold wind blew in, melting the warmth of the room. She went downstairs without a coat, Jing Fan walked out quickly, got the phone and called Li Junche, "Junche, tomorrow Come with me somewhere."