Chapter 730 - Giving the Queen a pillow
Chapter 730 - Giving the Queen a pillow
Chapter 730 Giving the Queen a pillow
The colleagues thought that the judge from England did not see it clearly and did not believe it. Meanwhile, the judge from England only had one thought.
How could that light be drawn so beautifully!!
Xia Wanyuan left the garden and didn’t return to the castle directly. She sat in the hall and waited for the female painter to come out.
At that moment, there was no one in the hall. Xia Wanyuan sat for a while and suddenly felt that she missed Jun Shiling a little.
She originally wanted to call him, but after calculating the time, she realized that it was four in the morning in China. Jun Shiling was sleeping. Xia Wanyuan, who had already clicked on Jun Shiling’s chat box, moved it away.
Just as Xia Wanyuan was about to close the chat box, Jun Shiling sent her a video invitation.
Xia Wanyuan pressed the answer button. In the video, Jun Shiling was lying under the blanket, his eyes filled with sleepiness. It was obvious that he had just woken up.
“Jun Shiling, did you install a surveillance camera on me? How did you know that I wanted to call you?” Xia Wanyuan felt that it could not be so coincidental. It was four in the morning in China.
“Wake him up?” Jun Shiling snorted coldly. “There was such a huge thunder last night, but he didn’t even turn around. It’s not easy to wake him up.”
Xia Wanyuan smiled. The more she looked at him, the more she felt that Xiao Bao was cute.
“What are you looking at? I don’t look good in the enlarged version?” Seeing that Xia Wanyuan kept looking at Xiao Bao, Jun Shiling was unhappy. He covered the blanket and blocked Xia Wanyuan’s vision.
“... That’s your son.”
“I’m your husband,” Jun Shiling said righteously.
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“... I’m hanging up. Sleep a little more. I have something on later. I’ll call you tonight.” Xia Wanyuan felt that she could not win against Jun Shiling
“Okay.” Jun Shiling nodded and patted his shoulder. “I’ll send a pillow to my queen tomorrow.”
“... Goodbye.” Xia Wanyuan hung up the phone. After chatting with Jun Shiling, the competition in the garden was about to end. Everyone walked out one after another.
“Wait, did you forget what you said about the competition just now?” Xia Wanyuan stopped the anti-Chinese artist when she saw her walk out the door.
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