It doesn’t matter if you don’t have eyes, you’re so brainless!

Idiots who stay at home all day long thinking about nothing and don't understand anything.

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The four thousand words of Cheng Xiao’s swear words are omitted here.

"It is autonomous driving and can take me wherever I want to go. It can also talk to me at any time and introduce the scenery along the way. It is very smart..."

"I can do all of this. Why do you have to use those two paintings to exchange for a machine? Be obedient and tell me who you gave the painting to and how you exchanged it with this person for the car. Let's exchange it back. You were deceived.

.”

"I won't change it, this is my car."

Cheng Xiao:......

He never knew that disabled people could be so stubborn and self-righteous to the point of being completely unreasonable.

"Idiot, do you know that there are currently no fully automatic cars in the world, and manual driving is still required when necessary. Especially here, only cruise control is the technology that can be used. The kind of automatic driving you think is currently only a

A concept car, a concept, do you understand?”

Cheng Xiao kept waving his arms and jumping around, and was about to evolve into a kangaroo.

"Autumn Trees" is easy to say, but the key is Zhang Jingyuan's "Midnight", which is the gallery's treasure. Although in recent years, Zhao's father has also collected some paintings from the Ming and Qing dynasties, including modern ones such as Huang Yuxiang and several others.

Almost all of our works are difficult to distinguish between genuine and fake, so they are only kept in collections.

Once a gallery sells fakes, it will ruin its reputation in the industry.

"Midnight" was specially made by Zhang Jingyuan for Zhao's father's aunt. With the current momentum of Zhang Jingyuan's works, "Midnight", which embodies Zhang's combination of virtual and real, freehand brushwork and fine brushwork, but also incorporates some elements of Western painting, may become a hit in the future.

Leng, even tens of millions or even hundreds of millions is not impossible.

This painting is probably worth more than the entire gallery, but now it's replaced by an old, arrogant and tacky old car.

If Cheng Xiao had a hammer in his hand, he would want to smash this old car that was showing its teeth and laughing at him right now.

Gale: Move me and try.

"That's it. From now on, my Blast will be parked in this garage." After He Xiaoman said this, Shi Shiran walked out, turning a blind eye to Cheng Xiao's extreme corruption.

There is no way, she is blind.

Amidst the "rumble" sound, the garage door closed automatically, and the voice of the wind was still asking in He Xiaoman's mind: "Will he beat you? Do you need me to kill him?"

Gale resisted the Y-planet people to destroy the entire galaxy and destroy humans and the ethnic groups on the planet at that time, but that did not mean that he would cherish the life of a certain human being.

Especially this person is obviously the enemy of Brother Xiaoman.

A brother's enemy is his gale's enemy.

He Xiaoman smiled. In this relationship, he can also use his consciousness to talk to Gale, which is one of the greatest benefits.

"No need. This world is a society ruled by law. You cannot kill people casually. Even if you kill, you must kill it reasonably and legally. Besides, sometimes for some human beings, life is more painful than death."

Later, he realized that the little blind man had exchanged his son's most precious painting for the broken car. Cheng's mother and Cheng's father were also furious. They blocked the stairs on the second floor and forced He Xiaoman to return the car.

"What kind of car do you think you, a blind man, should buy? After buying the car, my son has to drive it. The work is exhausting and useless. If you don't want to make my son angry, just return the old car as soon as possible."

Cheng's mother has not been in a good mood these past two days. Zhao Qingrou's temper suddenly came online, and everyone seemed a little uncomfortable with it.

"The house belongs to the Zhao family, the gallery belongs to the Zhao family, and the collection belongs to the Zhao family. I exchanged the Zhao family's things for a cart and put it in the Zhao family's garage. Is it bothering you? If you are not used to living there, you can go back to your hometown.

"

He Xiaoman's pretentiousness also increased.

"I've reserved this car. If you don't want to see it, you can stick your eyes out and accompany me. If you don't want to endure it, you can leave!"

Ever since she became Zhao Qingrou's mother-in-law, this was the first time that her daughter-in-law had teased her like this. Mother Cheng was furious and wanted to pull He Xiaoman away. Mother Liang, who was wide and fat, stood in front of He Xiaoman like a wall: "What?

You live in our house and you dare to hit our young lady?"

Lao Liang, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the commotion here and ran over with a kitchen knife to scold his wife: "If you have something to say, let's talk it over. Why are you making such a fuss?"

Father Cheng and Mother Cheng suddenly felt like shit, shit, shit, our fight was still at the stage of talking, what's going on if you, the one trying to break up the fight, came over with a kitchen knife?

Cheng Xiao walked in and looked at his parents and Lao Liang and his wife. There was an icy chill in his voice: "Look at the four of you. You are all very old. You should be busy with whatever you have to do. Don't worry about it!"

On the surface, the four people talked about it together, but in fact it was only aimed at Lao Liang and his wife. After all, Cheng's father and Cheng's mother were the master's wife, and it was Lao Liang and Liang's mother who received wages.

Isn't it the case that Lao Liang and his wife are the ones who are still busy with their work?

He softened his voice and reached out to help He Xiaoman: "Okay, Qingqing, I had a bad attitude just now. I was just angry that someone like you would deceive someone as nice as you, so my tone was a bit bad,

Don’t be angry anymore, don’t be angry anymore, Qingqing be good.”

He Xiaoman felt that if he allowed this guy to continue talking, he would be lucky enough to see his overnight meal eaten by him.

He Xiaoman avoided Cheng Xiao's touch and went back to the room. Cheng Xiao also came over and wanted to change the way. He had to get those two paintings back.

Just as Cheng Xiao took off his coat and wanted to put on pajamas, He Xiaoman kept twitching his nose: "What does it smell like?"

In fact, He Xiaoman knew that the smell came from Cheng Xiao, which was similar to the smell of sesame oil, rosin and some paints. The bulletin board scanned Cheng Xiao's appearance at the moment and showed it to He Xiaoman. She was suddenly shocked with her beauty. She was only wearing her small underwear.

Cheng Xiao is a bit irritated. The most irritating thing is that this guy is covered in greasepaint.

Is this painter Cheng Da going out to do a performance art?

Cheng Xiao, who had a guilty conscience, then remembered that after the ecstatic battle in the studio before, he ran home in a hurry before he had time to clean up.

Although Cheng Xiao explained in a calm tone that it was because he accidentally got paint on his body when he went out to paint, he looked a little embarrassed when he rushed into the bathroom to take a shower in just two steps.

After dinner, Qiju tea made its grand debut again, and He Xiaoman continued to do the same. The two couples with ulterior motives were waiting to see each other gain weight.

He Xiaoman still continued to use Qigong to treat his eyes after visualizing "Little Ruyi".

It was only a day's work, and she felt that her eyes could vaguely detect light. If she could cure the host's eyes while recovering her vision, I guess the reward from Zhao Qingrou would be indispensable, right?

In fact, even if there were no additional rewards, He Xiaoman would be happy to endure the pain so that Zhao Qingrou could see the world.
Chapter completed!