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Hai Tong Zhan Yin

Chapter: 705

Little brother Shen looked up at Haitong, Haitong was only focused on drinking, Shen Xiaojun knew it and didn’t say a word.

Little brother Shen looked at Zhan Yin’s portrait again and understood the meaning of the painting, but he didn’t know who this man was?

Sister Haitong called that man an asshole.

“Miss Shen, is that you?”

An abrupt voice sounded.

Both Shen Xiaojun and his brother turned to look at the speaker.

Haitong drank her wine calmly, as if she didn’t see Sunan.

“Boss Su?”

Shen Xiaojun was surprised to meet Sunan here.

Sunan explained to herself: “On the weekend, I invited a few friends out to relax. I didn’t expect to meet Miss Shen.”

“Do you mind if I sit down?”

Shen Xiaojun smiled and said, “You have already sat down. Your friend hasn’t come yet?”

She only saw him.

After Sunan sat down, he greeted Haitong, and Haitong nodded in response to his greeting.

“My friends are gone.”

Sunan saw the painting and asked Shen Xiaojun: “Who painted this? Can I pick it up and appreciate it?”

Shen Xiaojun looked at his friend, and Sunan knew that it was Haitong’s painting. Haitong drank the wine by himself and didn’t speak. Sunan thought she disagreed, so he didn’t pick up the painting, but he could see the painting clearly. content.

He saw Zhan Yin on the painting at a glance.

I muttered in my heart that the president’s wife, Dan Qing, was very accomplished, she painted Zhan Yin as if it were real.

That is, deliberately draw the heart out, and draw it so small, this is…

Say Zhan Yin is narrow-minded?

Is there a lake or a river behind Zhan Yin’s portrait? What do you mean by drawing so many circles on a fixed place on the lake? And an egg.

Sunan looked at the painting and then at Haitong. Seeing that Haitong’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes gradually blurred, she knew she was drunk.

“Miss Hai, you drew this painting, it’s really good!”

The meaning of painting——

Zhan Yin is a water egg!

wrong!

Sunan looked at the painting carefully again, is Zhan Yin a lake egg? River eggs? Circle egg?

Sunan stared at the painting for a long time, and thought for a long time before he understood.

I mean bastard.

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