Liangcheng, on the island. +++ Catino Novel Network lightnovelpub.net

The small island is small in size and is located in the middle of the sea.

In a two-story villa.

Wen Qianqian stood at the door, holding the door with both hands, and poking his head to look into the bedroom.

Wen Ke was lying on the bed, and two doctors were examining her.

I have been brought here inexplicably for many days. At this time of the day, doctors will come over to check up on my godmother and give me injections. She asked the doctor quietly. The doctor said that they were treating godmother, but every time after the injection, godmother would feel dizzy and nauseous. Sometimes, she would go to sleep until the next morning. She was very worried and suddenly. One day, I won't see the godmother.

So every time Wen Ke was doing an inspection, Wen Qianqian would inevitably stay at the door. At first, someone would chase her away, but then no one would do it anymore and treat her as a transparent person.

At this time, Wen Qianqian noticed movement behind him, and turned his head—

She is a very beautiful aunt, the owner of this small island, and the godmother sister, who brought them here.

Wen Jiaorui passed Wen Qianqian blindly and walked into the room.

The doctor just finished Wen Ke's injection, and when he saw Wen Jiaorui, they all stood up straight and looked at her and said, "Miss Six."

Wen Jiaorui's eyes fell on the weak Wen Ke on the bed, and said, "Go down."

"Yes." Several doctors immediately packed their things and left.

Wen Ke feels sleepy every time she finishes the injection, she lifted her eyes that couldn't be opened, and stared at Wen Jiaorui without speaking.

Wen Jiaorui pulled a chair and sat down on the edge of her bed with her legs folded.

Today, she wore a plain cheongsam with high slits. This sitting posture made her look so charming.

Wen Ke became more and more sleepy, her lips moved, her voice weak, and she said unclearly: "If you want to kill, kill, you hang my life like this...what do you mean?"

"It's illegal to kill. Third sister, you say that, I'm really terrified to be a younger sister." Wen Jiaorui smiled coquettishly: "However, your embarrassed look in bed now should really show Wen Xi too. Look."

"It depends on the end, she should want to see you even more." Wen Ke sneered, and the bloodless lips closed together: "I know why you brought me here, Xiaoxi's daughter found out about you. Is it on your head? Ha ha ha, there really is no impenetrable wall in this world. If you do something wrong, you must be retribution..."

"My retribution came early, yours," Wen Ke squinted at Wen Jiaorui, spit out a few words: "It should be soon too~"

Wen Jiaorui's face did not change, she looked like she hadn't been stimulated by Wen Ke's words at all.

She stretched out her hand, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took a pack of cigarettes out of it.

The lady's fine smoke does not taste choking.

She pinched the cigarette with her slender fingers, and said in a vain, "You have this body bone now, even if it was hanged by me with medicine, it hasn't been many years. It's the little girl you adopted..."

Wen Ke's face changed suddenly, and she forced herself up, but after supporting for a few seconds, her whole body was soft, she fell back, gritted her teeth and said bitterly: "Wen Jiaorui, if you dare to move a thousand times, I will be a ghost I won't let you go!!!"

Wen Jiaorui smiled: "For these things, let's talk to me in a dream after you have been a ghost."

"You--" Wen Ke couldn't stand the effect of the medicine, with a cold sweat on his forehead, panting: "What will you do to let Qianqian go?"

"It depends on your cooperation."

"What do you mean?"

Wen Jiaorui flicked the ashes with her finger, and said, "Fu Yunshang has already watched me. Back then, I also helped you carry a lot of pots. Why not give it back to my sister this time?"

Wen Ke was so angry: "Even if I am willing to take the blame for you, do you think anyone will believe it?"

"Why not?" Wen Jiaorui raised her eyebrows: "The subordinates you raised in the past have not changed their minds. When they met, I called'Miss San'. Also, your previous account was pretty easy to use. I always There are...you said, your name is kept everywhere, why don't they believe it?"

Wen Ke was silent, and said with difficulty: "I promise you, but you want to send Qianqian away... I will send you away today..."

"Not today." Wen Jiaorui: "When someone comes to look for you, you leave, and then she can leave too."

Seeing Wen Ke half asleep and half awake, she leaned over and said in Wen Ke's ear: "If you want that little girl to have a future, don't play tricks with me..."

Not long after, Wen Ke's even breathing sound came.

Wen Ke had already fallen asleep, but Wen Jiaorui knew that she had heard what she said just now.

She stood up, squeezed out the cigarette, and threw it in the trash can next to it.

At the door, her skirt was held by a small hand. Wen Jiaorui stopped and looked down at Wen Qianqian.

Wen Qianqian raised his head, with an indifference in his eyes that surpassed those of his age.

Wen Jiaorui glanced at Wen Qianqian pulling her hand, chuckled lightly, raised her hand, and gently raised Wen Qianqian's chin, saying: "Sister Sister never told you, I hate children most. ?"

Wen Qianqian pursed her lips and grasped Wen Jiaorui tighter.

After looking at her for a few seconds, he said suddenly, "I want to live in the same room with Godmother."

"release."

"I want to live in the same room with Godmother," Wen Qianqian raised his other hand, holding her skirt with both hands and said: "If you disagree, I will keep holding you."

Wen Jiaorui's eyelids sank.

Wen Qianqian was not afraid at all. Instead, he said, "You can hit me, or you can have someone take me away forcibly, but if I am hurt, godmother will definitely know that you bullied me, you take it. I threatened godmother so that I wouldn’t be injured.

Wen Jiaorui was stunned for a moment. She immediately smiled, her smile was very cold, she let go of the hand that held Wen Qianqian's chin, and said in disgust, "Children, it is really annoying."

Wen Qianqian: "Then you agree?" After a pause, let go, and said, "I will treat you as agreeing. I'll go to my room to pack things." He trot and left.

Wen Jiaorui squinted dangerously as she watched Wen Qianqian's distant figure.

——

At the same time, Yuncheng.

There are five games of ‘Magiccolours’.

The design theme of each game will be sent to the designer the night before, and the design can be conceived that night, and the draft of the night can be taken during the official competition the next day. The competition time is three hours and must be completed within the specified time. , The final selection. The ranking has corresponding points. After five games, the selection is based on the points, and the person with the most points is the champion.

The designers who scored the design were all "Magiccolours" designers, a total of 20, and the scores of the judges.

Most of the people who came to watch were design hobbyists or relatives who accompanied them.

When the designer is designing, the big screen will show everyone's progress.

Now half an hour has passed, and Su Yiran, who has no pursuit of art, is so sleepy that his upper eyelids are constantly fighting with his lower eyelids in the audience.

In the end, he couldn't hold it, tilted his body, and leaned against Su Qingchen. The cat ear headband on his head accidentally slammed Su Qingchen's face.

Su Qingchen was in pain and waved to push his brother away, but when he heard his brother’s screaming, Su Qingchen’s hand rested on Su Yiran’s head for a while, and finally helped him take off his headband. Sit upright and let him lean more comfortably.

When Fu Yunshang came back, he saw this picture of love.

He walked over, took Su Yiran into his arms, and let him sleep on his body.

Su Yiran slept in a daze, scratching her face with her hands, then wrapped her hands around Fu Yunshang's neck, resting her head on the man's shoulders, sleeping very comfortably.

Fu Yunshang glanced at the big screen, and then asked the elder son next to him in a low voice, "Are you sleepy?"

Su Qingchen shook his head: "Not sleepy."

Fu Yunshang nodded, and then the father and son did not communicate too much, and looked at Subei on the stage intently with the same style...

Another half hour passed.

On the big screen, Subei's design has already taken shape.

Su Qingchen: "Does Mommy drew a unicorn?"

Fu Yunshang: "It should be a little hedgehog."

Su Qingchen: "I feel like a horse."

Fu Yunshang: "The horse's ears are soft, and your mommy's paintings are obviously slender and pointed."

Su Qingchen: "But there should be many thorns behind the hedgehog, and there is one on it."

Fu Yunshang: "I haven't finished painting yet."

Su Qingchen: "It must not be a hedgehog."

Fu Yunshang: "It must be."

Su Qingchen turned his head: "Bet on a bottle of yogurt?"

Fu Yunshang turned his head to look at him: "Betting on two bottles."

Su Qingchen nodded: "Okay."

The people sitting around the two looked at them, then looked at the work they were discussing on the big screen, and then couldn't help but twitch their mouths.

This is for the blind father and son, the picture is clearly the iron tower!

Returning hedgehog...returning horse...

The imagination is too much!

Three hours later, the host asked all designers to stop writing.

Fu Yunshang and Su Qingchen looked at the iron tower brooch designed by Subei on the big screen, frowning, changing from the same style of focus to the same style of confusion.

It's not an animal! .