My wife is squeamish

Chapter 913 Unknowing Brother

Ding Rongrong glanced at her, "Ask whatever you want."

An Zhi pursed his lips and nodded, then asked curiously, "Am I really fat?"

"..."

After posing for a long time, I thought I was going to ask some earth-shattering questions, but unexpectedly, I was still entangled in this.

Gong Zhan looked at Ding Rongrong speculatively at the side, then lowered his head to coax An Zhi, "I'm not fat, ignore her, we An Zhi are so thin."

"But I also feel that I'm getting fatter. Look, I used to be able to circle my hands, but now I can't circle them." An Zhi stroked his waist with his hand.

"That's because you've lost weight recently, so your hands have become smaller, so you can't circle them." Gong Zhan spoke nonsense with his eyes open.

Zhao Xun and Jia Ding Rongrong, who sat in front and beside them, were stunned.

How can you talk nonsense like that?

An Zhi rolled his eyes at him, "Little brother, I just lost my memory, didn't I become a baby, I can even believe such words."

"I really thought you would believe it." Gong Zhan looked at her very seriously.

"...I don't want to talk to you anymore." An Zhi wanted to roll her eyes angrily.

"Pfft~"

Ding Rongrong couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

When he found that both of them were looking at her, he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just didn't expect that the way you get along is so loving."

"So, have I gained weight?"

As a girl, An Zhi also can't hear the words 'you are fat', even though she is fat, she is still very thin.

"You're really persistent, okay, you're not fat, I'm the one who took revenge on you." Ding Rongrong was a little helpless.

"I feel like you're lying." An Zhi narrowed his eyes and looked at her.

"..."

Regarding the question of whether he is fat or not, An Zhi kept pestering him until the gate of the art exhibition, and then he stopped.

The person who opened this art exhibition is a relative of hers.

She called him uncle.

When getting the tickets, she counted the number of people, she added Zhao Xun, An Zhi and Gong Zhan, and Zhao Liang.

A total of five tickets were taken.

Those who can't get in, stay at the door.

Several tall bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses stood in front of the art exhibition.

It frightened many guests who came to visit.

Ding Rongrong's uncle saw the battle in Gong Zhan, coupled with the temperament exuding from him, he greeted him very attentively.

It is said that it is an art exhibition, but everyone knows that it is for selling paintings.

It can also be said that it is doing business.

Gong Zhan is not interested in these paintings. There is an art student at home, and he has already filled all the places where paintings can be hung.

No need to buy from others at all.

And An Zhi is an extremely domineering person in this regard, her paintings must be hung in the house, and other people's paintings must be put away.

However, although he was not interested, An Zhi was still very interested.

Especially seeing a portrait of a girl.

She could hardly move.

He stared blankly, his eyes almost glued to him.

It was a girl sitting on the edge of a bed, wearing a white dress with a V-neck, with her hands folded in her lap.

With a faint smile on his face.

"An Zhi, what's the matter?" Gong Zhan admired it for a while, lowered his head, and saw his little guy, fascinated.

"He must love this girl very much." An Zhi murmured.

"Are you talking about the person who painted this painting?" Gong Zhan stared at it for a long time, feeling what it means to be frustrated for the first time, "I didn't see it."

"Cut, I don't know much." An Zhi wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes at him boldly.

(End of this chapter)