Chapter 890 : Praying mantis catching cicada and oriole in last 50
Finally, we decided to arrest people again tomorrow and carefully plan the specific plan of the entire operation tonight.
At the same time, in a house with an area of 300 square meters in the Phoenix Community, Shunzi was still sitting on the spotless floor of the living room playing a game console.
He was wearing a very loose T-shirt and shorts, with bare feet, and looked like he was lazily awake, but the character he controlled on the screen was deftly dodging amid countless gunfire.
His good-looking face looked even paler under the incandescent light in the living room, without a trace of blood. Even so, he was still smiling and saying: "Stepmother, thank you."
Han Bing walked around the house, cleaning every corner of the house with a rag.[
"That Sister-in-law Wu is being lazy. She only cleans the superficial areas and ignores the deeper areas." Han Bing kept going back and forth between the living room and the bathroom, leaving a faint scent of perfume in the air.
"Also, don't call me stepmother, I'm not going to marry your father." Han Bingbing said coldly.
"If my dad heard what you said, wouldn't he be sad?" Shunzi said, staring directly at the TV screen, as if he could do two things at once.
"I've always said this in front of him. There will be no results between the two of us. If my dad finds out, I have to peel off your dad's skin." Han Bing was wiping the back of the sofa at this time.
In the corner, she knelt on the sofa and struggled to reach behind the sofa with the rag. Suddenly she touched a foreign object, which seemed to be a piece of paper. When she pulled it out, it turned out to be a painting.
Han Bing immediately recognized that the person in the painting was Shen Xuan.
"Did you draw it?" Han Bing felt that the style of this painting was a bit immature, as if it was painted by a child. Could it be that Shunzi painted it when he was a child?
In the painting, Shen Xuan is wearing a crisp suit, sitting at the head of a long table in an office, and seems to be speaking. Under the table is a group of heads of various sizes, probably representing other people in the meeting.
Shunzi paused the game, turned around to look at it, and said with a smile: "Yes, I drew it."
"Why is it behind here?" Han Bing looked over and over, and he could feel Shunzi's care in the picture: "The painting is really good."