Her Sniper

The picture is too beautiful to think about.

Fortunately, Mr. sniper didn't plan to do so, so he helped her bring her shoes by hand.

The servants downstairs all covered their mouths and smirked. Wen Shishi buried his face in his chest.

"Put me down quickly, everyone is watching."

Mr. sniper walked straight ahead, his face unchanged, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. "What's the matter? You are my wife. This is my home. Do you need their consent to hold you?"

This set of words really made Wen Shishi speechless. She had to blush and was carried to the attic by Mr. sniper.

He didn't put it down until the door. Wen Shishi, who landed at last, was ashamed and angry. He glared at Mr. sniper with a red face, "you are..."

"Well?"

She wondered why Mr. sniper could do such a thing every time.

"The young master and the young lady are here!"

Wu's mother welcomed them in with a smile. Wen Shishi walked forward with a stuffy head, deliberately angry with him.

At the dinner table, Mrs. Jiang looked at them and gave them a clear smile.

"Mo Chen, are you angry with my family's Wen Shishi again? You've made the child blush!"

A "face is still red" makes the whole sentence taste different. Wen Shishi is teased by the two people in turn, and his face is not white.

"Well, grandma, don't talk about her, and let me sleep at night!"

Mr. sniper looks pathetic, as if Wen's poems are usually vicious.

"When will I not let you sleep?"

Looking at the two children in front of her, Mrs. Jiang couldn't help cheering up.

After laughing, the three people quietly eat dinner, nagging home, but wenshishi is always absent-minded.

Mrs. Jiang put a piece of meat into her bowl and asked, "what's the matter? Is there something tangled?"

"Ah? Oh... " Wen Shishi bowed her head. At first, she was a little surprised. When she thought that everything could not escape from Mrs. Jiang's eyes, she felt normal.

"That is, today I went to Judy Liang's house and found that a lot of things in her house had been stolen. Besides us, Gu Yuwei was the only one who could get into Judy Liang's house, so I suspect..."

Mr. sniper quietly gives her food, and her gentle eyes make her more firm in her heart.

"What did you steal?"

"In addition to some valuable things, there are design drawings."

Mrs. Jiang thought it was nothing at all, but she was surprised to hear the design.

"That should be Judy Leung's decision?"

"No, it's her mother's jingwan's design. Besides, if I guess correctly, she should publish these design drawings as her own works."

Mrs. Jiang's face became heavy. Looking at Wen Shishi, she looked forward to it. "What do you think?"

"I thought the design should be found for Judy Liang, but since this person is Gu Yuwei, what she does with her mother's design is their family business, and we outsiders don't have to intervene."

After hearing this, Mrs. Jiang nodded with satisfaction, "well done, son. I hope you can live in peace and quiet. We can not be contaminated with some right and wrong."

Since the appearance of wild wind, the outside world has been speculating about him, some envious and belittling, some admiring, and some passers-by fans. But because he is so mysterious that even his gender is unknown, it can be said that everyone knows nothing about him except his works.

On a sunny afternoon, when searching for "wild wind" on Weibo, an authentication number suddenly appeared.

So in less than half a day, Yefeng's microblog account has increased by millions. Many famous designers are always staring at her microblog, hoping to know more about her or learn something.

Everyone is watching eagerly to see what the first microblog of Yefeng will be.

Finally, at 8 p.m., Yefeng posted his first microblog.

"If you don't forget your original intention, you'll always have to."

It wasn't long before the comments below were bombed. Some praised her inspiring, some were curious about her past, some cheered with her, and of course some mocked her, but these comments were soon drowned out.

The next day, Yefeng's ins account was opened, and the signature was also "never forget the original intention, but always come true". Many fans also used this signature.

For a moment, this proverb has been hotly searched.

On the street, six out of ten people would talk about the wild wind, and suddenly it became red.

"Yefeng has opened Weibo and INS, do you know?" A female student of an architecture department asked in surprise, pulling another classmate.

"Yes? I only know that she has opened a column in the magazine, and I'll pay attention to it too! "

"What? And a column? Which magazine??? "Architecture circle"

"YesAt this time, the magazine has been full of people, some to pre order, more to squat in the wild wind, hoping to have a beautiful encounter.

Of course, this wave of operations in addition to bringing a wave of traffic to the magazine, there is no harvest.

Fans go home in a lack of interest, and wait for Yefeng's microblog, and there are fans asking constantly -

"Yefeng, are you a little brother or a little sister?"

"I want to see your creative process, OK?"

"I feel that talented designers have some unique hobbies. Do you have them? Curious

Every day, there are strange comments and questions under his microblog, but Yefeng never comments, which is enough to arouse fans' appetite.

After a few days, everyone was tired of asking questions and couldn't get any response. Just when some fans were impatient, the magazine column published his new design, which is the overall layout of the playground.

He also attached the following statement:

"I know many fans are curious about my creative process. I don't want to reply because I want to be fair. Otherwise, I can't reply. I hope you understand."

There are still many friends who want to ask me about my creative experience. I can only say that I really can't provide it. Just like this design draft, I only used one hour, because when inspiration comes, I won't have any jam at all, but when there is no inspiration, I can't draw anything like you, so let it be! "

The magazine was out of stock on the day of its release, and those impatient fans immediately became happy again. They all showed their love to Yefeng, praised and recognized him.

Originally, the painting style was harmonious. Somehow, one comment was praised to the top ten.

"It's only an hour. I'm afraid Miranda can't do it!"

Then, there are more and more such comparative comments, and even directly belittle Wen's Poems: "how can she compare with Yefeng? Although she is more powerful than us, I think she is still far behind Yefeng!"

Of course, there are also loyal fans who defend Wen's poetry. "How do you know that Miranda can't do it? What qualifications do you have to make an evaluation?"