"It's no problem to draw a heart. It's easy. My dear brothers, I'll draw you a hundred or a thousand. It's no problem."

Stephen Zhou Yue spoke louder: "The problem is that this heart doesn't represent anything. It's just a painting. No matter how much you do, you can't get my heart."

"If you don't want to, just don't want to. Why lose your temper?"

The clay figurine was still very angry, let alone a turkey. He gritted his teeth and said angrily: "I have traveled thousands of miles to come here, and I just want you to draw a heart. If you don't remember that I have done so many things for you, you should also remember that I have done so many things for you."

I have blocked so many knives for you."

"It's none of my business, it's none of your business, I didn't ask you to block it!"

Stephen Zhou said speechlessly: "According to your statement, if a random person comes over to block a knife for me, and then lets me do this or that, then I'm still alive!"

Swallowing the bitter pill of love, the turkey's eyes shed tears and he clutched the white paper with the love drawn on it.

When Stephen Zhou saw this, his heart softened. He looked around and saw Liao Wenjie, who was drinking tea and eating melon in a hurry. He raised his hand and pointed: "Sister Chicken, look, there are so many pretty boys in the world, why bother just one?"

If you fall in love with me, that person is no worse than me in terms of looks, you can try him out."

Liao Wenjie: "..."

Turkey looked at it subconsciously, and immediately took a breath of cold air and couldn't close its legs.

man!
Chapter completed!