She was furious and whispered, “Damn it!”

One of the spies will expose the painting, and the two hands will pin the upper end of the painting, and the situation will tear it.

The square originally ran away, saw her take his painting, but also torn, rushed and ran back, both hands rushed to seize both sides of the frame, want to pull over, and did not dare to pull, afraid of damaging the painting, hurry to cry: "You quickly let go!What do you want to do?”

How could he listen to him!

As soon as she had a hard hand, she listened to "sniff", and the painting was torn in half.

The square hand half carried half of it, and said indignaively, “Why do you tear up the master’s painting?”

The thin waist was not torn, and did not want to pull the battle with him, so he said to him: "Why do you not understand to tear in your heart?You tore yourself up as soon as possible, lest I do it.”

Airway: “What do you understand?What does painting bother you?Do not think that with your sister-in-law, you cannot be lawless and have no inferiority.Tomorrow I will go and tell my sister-in-law that you are unruly and run to my house to seduce me in the evening.See how your sister punishes you.”

He saw his nonsense, and was so angry that he would rise up, and he stepped forward to capture the painting.

The system was on guard this time, turned around and ran to the other side of the table to stand on alert.

How can he escape with his thin waist, and not circle with him, and his hand on the table is about to jump.

The system also knows that the thin waist is not an ordinary woman, she understands martial arts, close protection of the sister-in-law, expect to hide, can not help but fire, get up with the nature of the twilight, thinking "this is my house, was found that others will only doubt why she ran to my room at night, at most doubting me and her secret music, will never doubt that I am forced to insult her."What am I afraid of!”

He said, “Don’t move!Or I'll scream."

Turn to the window and scream.

He whispered, “Shut up!”

The system stopped, still watching her vigilantly, shouting as long as she dared to move.

He pointed to him and said, “You destroyed the painting yourself, or I’ll see how I clean you up!”

Then he turned and disappeared.

The square system stood in the middle of the room, looked left and right, and looked up at the beam, no one, if not half the painting with each hand, I thought it was a dream.

“The dead girl!”He cursed with hate.

One side to the table, the tear in half of the painting on the table, put together, see the beauty of the arm is "broken", the heartache.He comforted himself in his heart: "It's good that your face is not torn, or it will be divided."

The word “dead” was too unlucky, and he groaned.

The reason why the beauty is not torn in half is because he deliberately leaned to the left when he painted, and the right side vacated the place to write "God's Talent", who knows how to save the beauty.

What is the use of saving?

This painting is broken, can it still be preserved?

If he paints another one, he’s not in the mood.

He couldn’t help but whisper again, “I think I’ll take you, daydream!”

He thought that he fell in love with him, jealous of his heart in love with other women, so he ate the jealousy, and broke into his house to destroy his beauty map.It is not that he is narcissistic, in fact, he has a good image, good culture, good family, and there are many women who love him, and it is not uncommon to love him with his waist.

But he doesn’t like the waist.

Although the thin waist is beautiful, it is too cold, fierce, not gentle at all, and the gentle woman imagined in his heart is far away.He was not ready for the concubine either.Even if he takes a step back and reluctantly takes her, the fine waist will make his backyard unsatisfying in the future.

Suddenly he had a hand and thought, “What if she asked her sister-in-law to take charge of her?”

The system was tangled, and fell down in the chair.

Left thinking, he thought that he would not force him to take the waist, unless the thin waist calculated him, said he had broken her innocence, remembered the situation just now, the system gritted his teeth.

He decided to hide from his waist from tomorrow, so as not to be counted by her.

He stared at the painting again: Is he painting another one, or is it repaired completely?Alas, no matter what, even if this one is torn, it is necessary to write the remaining words, and it is not a good beginning and a good ending.When you finish writing, go back and find someone to repair it.

As for repainting it, it depends on his mood.

He picked up his pen from the ground, set God, and re-written it.

...

The thin waist quietly dived back to his room, only to relax.

She was afraid that the system would not hesitate to scream.Mainly the peeping out of the dumb things can not be flouted.Although she had a system of recruitment and housing, she could not always control him, and if he insisted on clamoring out, Zhang Heng and others found out, she was not good to explain.Even if you beat him up and tie him up for a night, it will be released tomorrow.It is not easy to say back to the system of cleanness or the beginning.

But this does not mean that she does not care, she is just a temporary let go, come back to think of a fool's idea, and then punish the bastard!

He went to sleep after washing.

In the inner courtyard, the clean-up is reading a book on the hot seat.

She’s here, she’s not dancing tonight.

When he was young, Fang began to say a low laugh, put down the book, looked up at the outside, and saw Fang and Shi Ge's smile coming in, and there was sweat on his head.

Just now, Fang first practiced the five birds of play, and Shi Ge was studying martial arts with Zhang Heng.

The dumb estimate was that they were going to end, and the people had prepared the hot water, took the clothes, saw them come in, got up and went down to meet them, "Go to the bath, don't hurt the wind."

At first, he said, “Hmm.”He dragged his son into the washroom.

Standing dumb outside, listening to the sound of the water inside, the laughter of the brother, the first shout, can not help but smile, and then sit back on the hot, holding the book page by page.

Suddenly a breeze blew over, and Shige was wearing pyjamas.

“Mother!”He walked into the arms of the monkey.

He was hoarse and busy, and saw that his hair was still dripping, and wrapped his little head with a dry towel that had been prepared for him, and rubbed it gently.After a while, another one was dry, and wiping it again and again.

Then help him to slap in the skin.

At first, he also came out, washed his hair, and shawl wet.

He said, “Come on, I’ll help you.”

At first, she sat down, relaxed her body, and let her pack.

These days he was busy before and after the dispatch of personnel, but also arranged the disaster relief, but also to fight the lawsuit, but also to mourn, the spirit is tired.He rubbed his scalp gently, pressed him very comfortable, leaning on her arms to sleepy.In the hazy eye, he suddenly listened to Zizhu: "Grandma, tea and snacks are ready."The slave and the maid were outside, and a word was commanded."He woke up and combed his hair for him.

The girls finished the wash and withdrew.

There are only three of them left in the house.

He saw that he was so sleepy, and said, "Go to sleep."(Unfinished.