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to steal the hukou book to get a license with him."Mom."Zhou Honglin walked up to his mother with the bouquet of flowers he bought."Why are you so angry Where's Jani "when Mother Zhou saw her son comi...Chapter 401

Haitong returned to her room, closed the door and leaned against it. She touched her face and felt a little hot.

she doesn't know why she blushed.

maybe he went to catch the rape with his sister last night, damn it.

after standing for a moment, Haitong hurriedly took a bath and later had to make breakfast for Zhan Yin.

remembering aunt Liang, Haitong hurriedly called aunt Liang. After answering the phone, she said, "Auntie Liang, just take Yangyang to my store later. You don't have to hurry back."

"good."

"how is my sister"

"pretending to be nothing, I have to rush to work after breakfast. I'm preparing a cup of coffee for her. I didn't sleep well last night. I have to go back to work and have a cup of coffee to cheer her up."

Haitong loves her sister, but she also knows that it is not appropriate for her sister to ask for leave now. after all, she has only been at work for a few days.

"Let my sister be safe when she goes to work by bike."

"I will."

Haitong hung up the phone before taking a bath.

coming out of the bathroom, she habitually went to the dresser and sat down, ready to comb her hair. The

desktop is missing one thing.

what about the Golden step Shake she drew

that is the sample that she wants to learn to make some headgear and buy it online. It took her two nights to draw

.

Hai Tong was looking for her picture while combing her hair with a comb.

looked for it for a while but couldn't find it.

"how did it disappear I obviously put it on the dresser, but no one has ever entered my room.

she remembered what Zhan Yin said. She fell asleep last night, and he told her not to wake up, so he carried her upstairs.

he went into her room.

however, she painted a golden step shake, Zhan Yin, a big man, can not easily take her golden step shake it, and it is painted, it is not true, he has no reason to take her painting.

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Aunt Liang has followed her in the store since she came to work. Even if she came back last night, she wouldn't have thrown her painting as waste paper, would she

Hai Tong thought about it and didn't call to ask aunt Liang. It was just a painting. There was no need to ask her the next day when she came to work. It was easy for aunt Liang to misunderstand.

A big deal, she spent two more nights painting a new one.

thinking like this, Haitong went to make breakfast first.

Zhan Yin didn't sleep last night and still has to work normally today. Haitong also prepared a cup of coffee for him.

when the couple were having breakfast together, Haitong asked him, "Mr. Zhan, when you took me back to my room last night, did you see the picture on my dresser"

Zhan Yin looked up at her, did not answer immediately, and waited for her to go on.

"I think simple knitting handicrafts are a little monotonous, so I want to add some new tricks to my online store shelves, that is, wearing antique headgear, but I seldom do these. I will draw a sample as soon as I start to do it. That painting is a sample of my golden step."

so it is.

Zhan Yin replied honestly, "I saw that picture. You drew it very well, as if you were taking a picture of the original."

"where is that painting" I just realized it was missing. "

"rushed into the sewer."

"Ah!"

Hai Tong was amazed, "how could that be"

"I carried you back to your room last night. As soon as you lay down, you suddenly sat up and threw up my hand. I grabbed a piece of paper and wiped my hand. Later, I found out that it was your painting, but when I got dirty, I threw the other paper towels into the toilet and washed them with water."

Haitong:

did she throw up last nightturned and walked out. When he turned, he saw his wife leaning against the kitchen door, her hands in her trouser pockets and looking at him.Zhan Yin was stunned and said honestly, "the medicine is to...