"Not bad, although I can’t say it, it’s not inferior to Trajan cylinder."
"Have you been to Rome?" It was evening when I came back yesterday, so I definitely didn’t have time to visit the square.
Liu Xinyu smiled and said "once"
"Can you understand?"
"a little"
Chen Yi also pretends to be amazing. Even though his mother forced him to go to many art exhibitions and galleries, or even accepted the guidance of professional painters, he still knew what he was doing. However, Fang Manyi’s artistic level is quite good, especially oil painting and sculpture, which are limited by their high prices. As a daughter-in-law of the Chen family, it is difficult to have a chance to visit abroad except to see many national treasures of art.
There is a reason why Ms. Shi likes foreign art more. Chinese calligraphy and painting have always been created by men. Although a few small drops of water may have been handed over by women in the long history, in general, it was created, broadcast, transformed and developed by men. It is only natural that Chinese painting is China men’s art and its proud freehand brushwork style, regardless of the factors of ancient homosexuality.
Seeing that Liu Xinyu seems to really like Chen Yi, he laughed, "We will stay in Rome for two days and then go to new york. You can have a good time today."
"I’ll give it back. You’ll give it to me."
"This is a trouble," Chen Yi said half-truths, and he didn’t know whether the subway would accept it.
"What about you?"
"dealing with trouble"
It’s already dark outside, and Liu Xinyu didn’t say much. She reluctantly left the column and smiled. "Do you want to bring anything when I come back?"
"No, I’ll order hotel takeout."
"where’s sister?"
"Ah?"
Liu Xinyu has left with whisked legs.
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Chapter three hundred and twelve Female forest is better than two female beds (1)
The stripped Satsuma cylinder just showed its beauty, but Chen Yi thought about how to divide it into two parts or hide it in a big bag
The hotel concierge helped to buy a big bag. If it was China Chen Yi, I’m afraid he wouldn’t buy stolen goods equipment immediately after committing a crime, but there is no such thing in Italy. Different cities can’t be unified here, and the administrative efficiency is even lower than that of the China government
After playing for half an afternoon, Chen Yi found that neither quarrelling nor a small amount of source energy could stimulate the Samoyed cylinder to change, so he gave up on foraging.
Italians claim that all the food in the world comes from Italy, and they say that whether it’s French or German, British or American, it’s all Italian leftovers or from them. If you ask "China"? Speaking Italians are mostly at a loss. In their eyes, there is Europe and Africa, of course, there is racial food, but what about that? China is not Africa?
The kitchen of the Queen Bologna Hotel claims to be the top level in Italy, but Chen Yi is lazy and asked for a double steak. The kitchen must be not very concerned about this. The name of the plate is the sixth chef. It seems that the Queen Bologna Hotel must be a person who is not picky about the taste of steak.
"Would you like a table wine?" The waiter routinely asked 1.
"Don’t give me two servings of seafood, a cod and another kind of shell." Chen Yi’s appetite shocked the waiter. He ran dozens of kilometers yesterday, but if he was lost, he might be hundreds of kilometers.
Sure enough, two steaks are half full after eating them. Chen Yi beckoned and called two steaks, which means that an Italian restaurant ate six non-Italian meals and then went back to the room with the waiter’s intoxicated eyes and fell asleep.
A master is like an inflatable airship. You can’t fly until you are fully inflated, and it is also necessary to rest after flying.
Sleeping at noon is definitely not enough. Chen Yi hid the Satsuma cylinder behind the curtain and then fell asleep. I don’t know how long it took before I suddenly heard someone talking in the bed.
"Let him sleep for a while and I’ll wake him up if he doesn’t wake up at 1 o’clock." This is about Liu Xinyu’s voice.
"Sister, you exhausted him yesterday, didn’t you?" This sound is familiar but can’t be judged.
It is necessary for Chen Yi to turn over and get ready to sleep for a while.
"Hua!" Listen to Liu Xinyu when the water is poured. "You’ll know later if he does some exercise."
"He … won’t refuse?"
Liu Xinyu smiled. "Do you think men will refuse to eat fat?"
"I’m not fat."
"I can’t be spoiled."
The novel "I stole a look when I was helping you with your clothes"
Liu Xinyu laughed and said, "You have a lot of guts."
"I’m curious."
Chen Yi finally recognized that this was Yawen, the elder sister of the public machine.
When I left in the morning, Liu Xinyu said she would bring my sister back, and Chen Yi thought she was laughing again. Now it seems even a little bit true.
Chen Yi suddenly felt sleepy and thought about whether Liu Xinyu wanted to test himself or what to do. It’s only been done once, and everyone is new. It seems unnecessary to test it. Is that because Yawen asked? This kind of thing is not easy to be human.
Yawen’s voice was greasy and he added, "How did you get the trouser hole?"
"I’m not sure." Liu Xinyu really knows that it’s a huge impulse. I’ve never seen such a thing in any film.
Ya Wen murmured, "It’s not like seeing or seeing his tools …"
"Well …"
"Is that it?"
Liu Xinyu patted him gently and smiled. "Is that why you agreed?"