The prince is sick: the doctor waits for the prince

Chapter 608 Feeling Overwhelmed
Asking Jian Jia to help spread out the paper, Wei Zhao grabbed the pen and dipped it in the ink, and stared at the few pens on the paper with his wrist hanging, outlining a heroic boy's face.

His eyebrows are like purple stone edges, his eyes are like electricity under a rock, his nose is straight, and his lips are smiling.

Zhuozhuo Yangyang, the whole person is like green willows in spring, clear and comfortable.

Jian Jia watched Wei Zhao's characters gradually take shape, and was so shocked that she forgot the work of grinding ink.

Holding his breath, Wei Zhao finished the painting in one go.

When she finished writing, Jian Jia, who was watching from the side without daring to vent her anger, finally said, "This...is a character that can exist in the world?!"

No wonder the miss wants to avoid the eldest miss and the second miss. If the eldest miss sees such a person, I don't know what it is like to be an idiot!
Wei Zhao didn't answer, just blew on the ink on the painting, frowned and looked at it for a while, then suddenly grabbed the painting, "swiped it" a few times to tear it clean!

"Miss!"

Jian Jia reached out to snatch it, but it was already too late.

Artificial paper shredder Wei Zhao tore the painting into pieces, and took another piece of paper from the case: "This one is not good, come again!"

Next, Wei Zhao spent another half an hour redrawing a picture.

The teenager in the painting is surrounded by six cats, with curved eyebrows and a warm smile.

The warm yellow sun shrouded him and the cat.

The atmosphere is peaceful and nice.

Seeing Wei Zhao smirking at the painting with a satisfied face this time, Jian Jia couldn't help but slander——

Obviously, the painting just now is so good!Why did the lady tear it up!
When the ink was dry, Wei Zhao carefully folded the painting and put it in his clothes, then said to Jian Jia, "Don't talk about this!"

Jian Jia nodded quickly.

Wei Zhao left his brother's study and went straight back to his own room.

After washing and going to bed, Wei Zhao lay on the bed and looked at the bed curtain above his head, suddenly felt that the way he was painting just now was a snake spirit.

It must have been infected by them after staying in the Minister's Mansion for a long time!

Wei Zhao thought so angrily.

However, who is the boy I met today...

Wei Zhao began to ponder.

He appeared on the fence between Wei's house and Xie's house, dressed in good clothes, and someone in Xie Xiang's house called him brother...

Thinking of this, Wei Zhao's heart suddenly lost a beat——

Could it be Xie Yanting, the only son of Prime Minister Xie? !

After this character was brought in, the more Wei Zhao thought about it, the more he felt that he hadn't escaped.

The boy looked as old as her second brother, about fourteen or fifteen years old.

And Xie Yanting is 14 years old this year...

The more Wei Zhao thought about it, the tighter he felt in his chest, and he felt inexplicably worried.

But if you want her to talk about her worries, she can't tell.

After rolling on the bed several times, Wei Zhao had a rare insomnia after passing through to become the third lady of Wei Xiangfu.

The next morning, Wei Zhao got up with two red eyes.

After eating a bowl of soy milk for breakfast, Wei Zhao immediately figured it out——

Isn't he just a handsome guy!How can people from the modern age give up the entire forest for a tree that grows neatly? !
What's more, the tree is named Xie!
Wei Zhao then put the beautiful boy on the wall behind him.

Wei Zhao was very busy in the following days.

In addition to setting up the property of the new home with Mrs. Wei, Wei Zhao also received a new task.

—— Mrs. Wei gave Wei Zhao the two pastry shops under her name, and let her take full responsibility.

Mrs. Wei didn't even have a simple induction training, and Wei Zhao wanted to vomit blood facing the half-person-high account book.

Just at this time Wu Yifang came, and Wei Zhao was like a commoner who encountered the Eighth Route Army, wishing to shed tears in front of the king.

Wu Yifang had been running accounts with the Wu family accountant as early as eight years old, and was able to manage a store by himself when he was ten years old. The problem Wei Zhao is facing now, as for him, is like a high school student doing elementary school math problems - extremely easy ah!

Under the careful guidance of his cousin, Wei Zhao gradually figured out the way.

While Wei Zhao was flicking his abacus to calculate the accounts, he was filled with emotion in his heart——

(End of this chapter)