doodle prince

Chen Feng thought for a full 30 seconds before reacting.

It turned out that he did not owe usury.

It turned out that he was really a rich second generation.

and many more.

This sudden wealth scene seems familiar.

Chen Zihua, one billion...

Chen Feng subconsciously looked at the little prince.

The little prince shrugged his shoulders at him, expressing that he knew nothing about it.

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, since this is really someone from his family, it is indeed time to go home and have a look.

He still doesn't know what his family is like.

There was a slight expectation in his heart.

only……

Chen Feng's gaze swept from the study to the prince's pocket that contained the spaceship. He hesitated for a while, then lowered his head and asked the prince, "How about I go home first, and then we set off?"

It takes time and effort to fill in the loopholes in the comic world, and it will take dozens of days to say the least.

But it was the first time he had obtained information about his family members without any memory, and he couldn't calm down and do things without taking a look.

The prince nodded: "OK."

The prince is actually very understandable, after all, he is a relative.

He also sent his parents back to settle down before setting off with Chen Feng.

Chen Feng turned to look at the middle-aged man.

Ever since he knew that these people were not here to arrest him, nor were they dangerous people, he relaxed a lot and his voice softened.

He said to the middle-aged man: "Please wait a moment, let's go get something and go back with you later."

He can look for the comic book and sketches first, and after returning home, he can directly drive the spaceship to the world where the aliens are.

The man smiled: "Young master, hurry up, Madam has been waiting for you for a long time."

Chen Feng nodded, and pulled the prince into the study together.

His movement of holding hands was so natural that the prince didn't react at first, until Chen Feng's dry and warm five fingers were inserted into his fingertips, he realized Chen Feng's movement, and his ears quickly turned bright red, showing no mercy He shook off Chen Feng's hand and stared at him fiercely: "What do you want to do?"

"I'm sorry." Chen Feng looked into the prince's eyes and apologized sincerely, "I just wanted to hug him all of a sudden."

Suddenly... Suddenly want to pull?

Why is this person apologizing? !

"Pervert, big waste." After scolding, the prince looked at him sideways, and countered triumphantly, "Sorry, I just wanted to scold suddenly."

Chen Feng couldn't help laughing.

The prince glared at him: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Chen Feng said with his eyes bent, "I was just wondering why some people are so cute even when they swear."

With a dark face, the prince stepped viciously on Chen Feng's right foot.

"Well!"

Chen Feng groaned in pain, leaning on the wall and stopped in place, waiting for the pain on his right foot to pass with a distorted expression.

The prince couldn't bear his cowardly appearance, so he pulled him into the study and closed the door by the way.

At the same time, the middle-aged man behind him with a smile on his face and fine lines hidden in the corners of his eyes turned off the recording button of his watch.

He sent the video he had just shot to his only contact.

And explained: "Madam, the young master agrees to come back, but he is accompanied by a young man with outstanding appearance. The two seem to have an improper relationship."

After Chen Feng entered the study room, he ran into a problem. The picture books and comics he had published were lined up neatly on the bookshelf, but the sketches were too messy. Some were hand-drawn drafts, and some were printed electronic drafts.

Normally, he could sit in the study and search for the specific design drawings of the spaceship one after another, but there are a lot of people waiting for him outside, and he is embarrassed to make people wait too long, and he is in a dilemma for a while.

At this moment, the prince conveniently opened a wooden box next to it: "Aren't you looking for a picture of the spaceship? Hurry up and find it."

Chen Feng hurried forward and pressed the lid of the wooden box: "This is not a design draft."

"What is that?" asked the prince.

Chen Feng: "...It's just a bunch of useless things."

In fact, it's not a useless thing, but Chen Feng took off all the prince's designs that had been pasted all over the wall, and put them in a box.

Because the design drafts and exquisite portraits of the little prince are pasted all over the wall - it looks really abnormal.

"Okay." Fortunately, the prince did not continue to ask. He looked up at the study and asked, "Where are you going to start looking for so many things?"

"I don't have time to look for it. I can't keep so many people waiting outside."

"What should I do?"

Chen Feng thought for a while, and then said to the prince, "Let me use that pen."

The prince handed over the pen with an inexplicable expression: "What do you want to do?"

"Try it."

Chen Feng took out a piece of paper casually, and drew a Qiankun bag after imitating the appearance of a fairy manga on the bookshelf.

In the next second, the universe bag was suspended in the air.

Chen Feng tried to stuff a book into it, and sure enough, the bag was obviously only the size of a palm, and even a book of normal size was stuffed into it, but it didn't show at all.

Chen Feng tried to reach in to get it, but he was able to take out the book intact.

Chen Feng opened the opening of the Qiankun bag, and asked the prince to help put the entire bookshelf and all the drawings in it, including the spaceship that would lose the function of transformation at any time.

The prince looked at the empty study room, and then at the small Qiankun bag in Chen Feng's hand.

He picked up the pen, frowned, and said, "This pen seems to be able to do anything."

Chen Feng put away the Qiankun bag, glanced at him, and asked, "Isn't it good?"

The prince was silent for a while, and said: "This pen is very good, but I think I wasted this pen."

"Just don't waste it in the future." Chen Feng said.

When Chen Feng turned and walked to the door, his footsteps suddenly paused.

He looked at the exposed edge of the Qiankun bag in his pocket, and suddenly remembered that his lost memories might also be retrieved through that pen.

Chen Feng had already guessed that his family should be very rich, but he never thought that he would be so rich.

They followed the middle-aged man in a luxury car, went to a nearby airport, boarded a private jet, and finally stopped at a small island in the Pacific Ocean.

In the end, he was led through a huge manor, into a magnificent, palace-like villa, and finally sat on the sofa with armrests full of broken diamonds, waiting for his mother's arrival.

I just went home to visit my mother, and went through a set of procedures, but it was like meeting an ancient emperor.

The prince curled his lips and said, "The entire Huming Realm belongs to our royal family, and we have never seen us pay as much attention to red tape as your family."

"You don't like it here?"

"Of course I don't like it, when shall we leave?"

Chen Feng looked at his watch and said, "I will finish it as soon as possible."

Flying in a luxury car, plus waiting on the sofa for several hours, has already wiped out Chen Feng's faint expectations from the beginning.

After calming down and thinking about it, he came to many conclusions.

Text messages and emails, envelopes and photo albums on the mobile phone, without any traces of family members.

Chen Feng, who was a child, never mentioned his family like the little prince.

After entering the island, the surroundings are filled with a depressing and serious atmosphere.

And they waited on the sofa for an hour and didn't see their mother coming out.

All of this shows that his family does not seem to be as harmonious as imagined.

"Young Master." A maid came up, "Madam went to the beauty salon and hasn't come back yet."

"When can I come back?" Chen Feng asked.

"It will be tomorrow morning at the earliest, and the local weather conditions are not suitable for flying," the maid said.

Chen Feng: "..."

It was poverty that limited his imagination.

He only knew that Zhao Linlin did her beauty treatment in the dark and small beauty shop downstairs, but he didn't know that the rich people's beauty salons did it directly across the country.

After the meal, Chen Feng and the prince were taken into the room to rest.

After entering the room, Chen Feng saw the prince staring at a photo on the wall in a daze.

Chen Feng glanced at the boy sitting on the chair on the wall, and asked, "This is when I was a child?"

"Yeah." The prince nodded. He looked away and said, "But this photo of yours is ugly."

Hearing this, Chen Feng looked up again.

In fact, it is not ugly to say that the boy in the photo is about eleven or twelve years old, with fair complexion and delicate features, and he can faintly see his handsomeness when he grew up.

It's just that he has no expression on his face, and his light-colored lips are tightly pressed, like a thin knife blade, and he is naturally unable to bend and smile.

The prince lowered his head and walked along the table. He pointed at the long row of photos on the table with his fingertips, and commented on them one by one.

"This one is ugly too, this one is ugly too, this one is ugly too..."

True, though the table photos are all aging.

But they were all the same expressionless.

"When I was with you when I was young, did I know how to laugh?" Chen Feng interrupted him and asked.

"Otherwise?" The prince looked at his expression as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person, "Do you think you are some cool stone statue? Why can't you laugh?"

Chen Feng touched his nose.

"This one..." The prince's voice suddenly stopped.

Chen Feng turned his head to look over.

I saw that the prince was pointing to a family portrait.

Chen Feng stood in the middle when he was a child, and beside him were his parents who were smiling slightly.

It's a normal family portrait. Compared with other single photos with expressionless faces, this one seems to be more vivid because of the parents' smile.

"What's wrong with this one?" Chen Feng asked.

Prince: "...are these your parents?"

Chen Feng: "It should be, is there any problem?"

The prince looked complicated: "Your parents look exactly like the two evil witches and demons who ruled the Huming world 700 years ago and were finally defeated by warriors in our history book of the Huming world...Why did you paint your parents as villains? ?”

Chen Feng: "..."

It seems that I was quite skinny when I was a child.

Chen Feng's eyes moved from the family portrait to the next photo.

That photo is still a single photo of Chen Feng.

Still sitting upright, still expressionless.

Compared with other photos, the teenager's lips are not as tight in this photo.

There is no seriousness, nor indifference.

The teenager in this photo is obviously looking at the camera, but there is no focal length, and there is no emotion in his eyes.

He was clearly just a teenager, but his eyes were as dry as an ancient well, and as dark as stagnant water.

Chen Feng took out the photo and turned it to the back.

The time when the photo was taken and the age of the teenager in the photo album are recorded on the back.

13 is old.