Crown Princess, you have been dug up again

Chapter 147 If Han blames me, a dead girl will cover it for me

Like a child who has done something wrong, Susan turned around and lowered her head without daring to look at Suman: "Sister, it was the portrait of the male god brother you drew under the tea shed next to you a few days ago. You threw it on the ground. I picked it up."

It was only then that Suman remembered: "So, you gave it to Feng Tianche?"

"Sister, didn't I want to help you because you wanted to be a god brother and refused to admit it?" Susan said with a guilty smile.

"Okay, you don't have to worry about my sister's affairs in the future, I have my own discretion."

"Yes, sister."

"That's enough, girl, don't be cruel to the little girl, she just cares about you." Feng Tianche comforted.

"Shut up, my sister, I said it myself, you are not allowed to talk about her."

"Hey, the young master is helping you, and you are really good at protecting your shortcomings. Hurry up and draw a portrait, Han is still waiting for you." Feng Tianche urged.

Su Man looked at the letter in his hand, and thought about it, let it go, the young master is not related to her, but he still helps her like this, she can't be too picky.

"Okay, for Yinliang's sake, I'll go draw." Suman turned and went to the room.

It's just that she picked up the pen and paper and drew several pictures on the paper, but none of them could draw Ye Tianhan that night.

"Damn girl, what are you painting? It doesn't look alike at all. Could it be that you didn't paint that portrait?" Feng Tianche doubted life.

If he can't pay the job, maybe Han will treat him.

"It was drawn by my sister, and I saw it with my own eyes." Susan hid at the door and confirmed in a low voice.

"Then why can't this be drawn?"

Su Man looked at the expression of an idiot: "Painting is all about inspiration and mood. If you push me so much, I will definitely not be able to draw it. How about I draw something else for you."

"How can I do that, Han Zhi said that he wants a portrait."

"You are stupid, don't be single-minded in doing things, but be flexible. The son only wants a portrait because I painted it. As long as I painted it, it doesn't matter." Suman explained.

Feng Tianche looked suspicious: "Is that really the case?"

"If you don't believe me, take these portraits with you, so that he won't blame you."

"Okay, listen to you, if Han blames me, damn girl, you have to stand up for me."

Suman ignored him, thought about it seriously, and then began to draw.

Feng Tianche looked at it for a long time, but didn't understand: "Damn girl, what are you painting?"

"With your IQ, you won't be able to understand it. Just ask someone to send it to you, and I'll bring you twenty jars of pickled vegetables." Suman said.

"Come on, I don't even bother to look at it, okay, hurry up and let Ah San load it into the car, the young master has become an errand between you, and I will have to ask Han for the errand fee later."

Suman went to the cellar and took all the pickled vegetables that were only a few days away, so there were still a few days before he arrived in Kyoto, so he could eat the pickled vegetables just in time.

Feng Tianche was sitting on a stool in the yard, eating jerky, that was a pride.

Now that the task assigned by Xia Han is completed, he doesn't have to be so anxious, not to mention that the food at the dead girl's house is not bad.

After finishing the pickles, Suman hurried to make ramen.

Yang Cuiliu lit a fire, Susan brought over the bowl, Li Qiuyue and others also came to help, everyone knew that Feng Tianche had no malicious intentions after seeing Feng Tianche, so they were not afraid of him now.

It didn't take long for the ramen to be ready.

Feng Tianche looked at the noodles in the bowl, it was thicker than ordinary noodles, with shredded pork and coriander on it, it smelled good.

(End of this chapter)