After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

Fu Chengwang had expected his wife to be No. 1, so he wasn't very surprised, but he still smiled and praised him for being great.

But what he was most concerned about was when Song Jin'an would go back.

"Have you finished the competition today?"

Song Jin'an swallowed the dumplings in his mouth, it was already very impolite to talk while eating, and he was still in front of so many elders.

It's just that he was used to being casual in front of Fu Chengwang, and forgot for a while.

Song Jin'an shook his head: "I can't finish the comparison today, and I have to go at noon the day after tomorrow. Because I have to draw a picture, I can't do it so fast, even two days are too late."

"Then can you finish the painting?" Fu Chengwang was a little worried.

Song Jin'an thought for a while and nodded, "I think I can do it. As long as the questions are not particularly difficult, it's not too difficult for me."

"Then I'll wait for you to come back with No.1."

"Yeah! When I get the No.1 bonus, I'll buy you new clothes!" When Song Jin'an smiled, his face was flamboyant and distracting.

Fu Chengwang was originally irritable because of a bunch of messy things in the meeting, but now it's all gone.

Only Song Jin'an's smile remained, and he whispered, "I miss you, baby."

Song Jin'an shyly glanced at the several grandfathers around him. They were eating food seriously, watching their noses, noses, noses, and hearts, but their ears were pricked up.

"I haven't seen you for a long time—" Song Jin'an blushed uncontrollably and said coquettishly.

"Half an hour is like three autumns, let alone half a day?" Fu Chengwang's mouth was so sweet that he was really tired, Grandpa Fu took a sip of tea quietly.

Others also took a sip from their teacups, or took a big gulp of the soup.

In short, the meal was spent in the sweet talk of Fu Chengwang who refused to hang up the phone. The old people kept silent, feeling that they did not have diabetes, and they would have it today.

Hey, it's understandable for young people to be tired of falling in love.

But this crooked person turned into Fu Chengwang, and they couldn't imagine it.

After all, Fu Chengwang was also watched by them growing up, and he fully understands his temperament, not to mention, but he also knows a thing or two.

He will be like this?Really... hot ears!

But it's understandable, after all, with a baby like Song Jin'an as a wife, don't you have to do everything in your power to love and love him?

It's a pity that my grandson doesn't have this blessing.

After the meal, there was still a short lunch break, so Song Jinan took a nap.

Then it is time to go to the small room prepared by the competition organizer.

Although the room is small, it has everything you need, a small bed and a separate bathroom, plus a shooting room dedicated to painting.

The topic is not difficult, for Song Jin'an.

[Use your own understanding to draw the appearance of a great country. 】

Song Jin'an thought for a while, picked up his pen and started to draw.He planned to paint the streets of the former Dayi Kingdom, especially the grand scene during the Shangyuan Festival.

That's what a great country with a prosperous country and a peaceful people should look like in his mind.

This is not the first time he has drawn this scene. When the teacher taught him to draw, he had asked him to draw the street scenes and alleys of Dayi Kingdom several times.

When Song Jin'an is serious, he easily loses track of time and forgets to eat and sleep until he only has his paintings in his eyes.

But now no one will remind him to eat, and the accompanying staff will not say a word to the contestants because of regulations.

The organizer sent a sumptuous meal at meal time, but Song Jin'an didn't notice it, and the staff didn't remind him.

Song Jin'an had already drawn the rough line draft until almost three o'clock in the middle of the night.

He hammered his waist, stretched his waist, and decided to stand up and move.It was only at this time that I felt a little hungry, but the staff also fell asleep in the dead of night, only the camera was still flashing.

Song Jin'an saw the food on the table, it was already cold.

Rubbing my stomach, I wanted to eat but the food was already hard.Are you hungry or are you eating these hard meals?

Young master Song Jin'an said that he would rather be hungry.

So I stayed hungry until the next day.I couldn't sleep either, so I went back to the painting table and continued to draw.

Maybe it was painting his hometown, Song Jin'an didn't feel tired at all, and even couldn't wait to finish the painting.

He wanted to see the Dayi Kingdom in his memory, fully presented on paper.

But he didn't know that this camera was not just recording their painting, but was broadcasting live.

After Song Jin'an entered the small room for painting, Fu Chengwang chose Song Jin'an's lens to watch.

At this moment, the expression on his face was frighteningly cold, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Song Jin'an! Wait until you come back and see how I deal with you!"