Men have no clear boundaries for their wives. Some people can call their car their wives, and some people can call their beloved toys their wives.

In short, if Luo Jincheng was asked to choose, he would still choose Transformers.

"Why don't you like this?" Ping An asked him pointing at the blonde doll.

"Why do I like this? I'm not a woman."

"She's pretty."

Luo Jincheng still shook his head, but this doll had no meaning at all, and he didn't like it.

He thought about this and felt a little stupid, and he actually discussed this issue with a little kid.

"Then why do you always draw this doll?"

"..." Luo Jincheng was slightly stunned. What is he painting a doll?

Ping An picked up a piece of paper, pointed at Li Jingchen on it and said, "I think this aunt is the same as this doll, and I don't like it at all."

Luo Jincheng looked over and found that this was the first time he had carefully observed the paintings he drew. The doll was very beautiful and Li Jingchen was also very beautiful. He almost drew the most perfect details for her, making her look like a princess.

However, it has a very strange feeling.

"I can't move, I don't know why you like it? No wonder my mother always says that men like women like vases. Humph, I want to be a man with connotation, and I can't be like you."

Seeing that he was speechless for a long time, Ping An left with the doll and the Transformers. Although this doll was boring, it still had to be returned to An An.

vase?

Luo Jincheng suddenly looked down at the painting, and then he realized that Li Jingchen in the painting was beautiful. Except for the outline and appearance, he was not vivid, and his eyes were not passed down. He was dry and like a dead person.

Luo Jincheng was suddenly shocked, his body softened and almost fell to the ground.

how so?

Why?

He couldn't help but pick up Su Liuhuo's painting. The gorgeous person was vivid and vivid, and his smile was clear, as if he could walk out of the painting at any time.

These are two completely different paintings, and these are two completely different people. Su Liuhuo is not as gentle as Li Jingchen, and Li Jingchen is not as careful as Su Liuhuo. Just like them in the painting at this time, one moves and stillness to escape dust, and the other is just a sign of it.

Why?

Why is Su Liuhuo he drew casually better than Li Jingchen who drew carefully?

Luo Jincheng didn't understand, nor did he understand.

He staggered out to find Guo Qifeng. Now, only Guo Qifeng can help him. He wants to ask why Li Jingchen, who has been drawing so hard for so long, is not as good as Su Liuhuo?

Looking at the shock and panic in his eyes, Guo Qifeng pressed his shoulder and asked him to sit down and made him a cup of tea again.

Seeing him drinking tea, Guo Qifeng said, "Let me tell you something."

Luo Jincheng didn't understand where his calmness came from at this time, but he nodded, "Second brother, tell me."

"Three years ago, the tombstone on Li Jingchen's cemetery was changed once, and the words engraved on it changed from 'Li Jingchen' to 'Luo Jincheng's wife Li Jingchen'."

Luo Jincheng's shoulders shook, and then Guo Qifeng said again: "No doubt, you are the one who changed the tombstone."

Luo Jincheng's shoulders shook again and he couldn't help but swallow.

"Do you remember this?"

Luo Jincheng stubbornly held his neck, not knowing whether to nod or shake his head, but fortunately, Guo Qifeng did not necessarily ask him to answer.
Chapter completed!