Chapter 402: Really a pet

Mrs. Chen went to another private room to close the bed curtains.

Jian Ruonan and the other girls who were watching the show were enjoying the "tasteless but a pity to throw away" bed movements.

Suddenly, Painter No. 3 and Painter No. 4 appeared next to them.

Painter No. 3 asked, "Butler, what are you doing here?!"

"Also, what are you girls peeking at?!"

The girls who were watching the show were thin-skinned. They were caught peeking at other people's things and their faces turned red immediately. They wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Jian Ruonan couldn't see anything, and was in a bad mood, so she cursed back on the spot: "What do you say we are looking at?!"

"Of course it is to appreciate the true meaning of art!"

"Are you allowed to make rapid progress on the road of art, but we are not allowed to be tainted by the breath of art?!"

"Are you great artists so overbearing and unreasonable?!"

"Damn it!"

Painter No. 3 and Painter No. 4 were both confused.

Why did the housekeeper's words sound so familiar? !

Of course it was familiar, wasn't this what they said just now when they were morally kidnapping Jie Panxia?

In this world, the only thing that can defeat magic is magic.

Painter No. 3 asked sincerely: "You are a housekeeper, why do you want to learn art?"

"Yes." Jian Ruonan pointed to the shaking bed curtains inside: "Is art so secretive? Why don't you let people see it?"

"When you were painting before, didn't you just look at it casually without any trace of milk pimples?" "

..." Painter No. 4: "What's different?"

Jian Ruonan asked: "Why is it different?"

Painter No. 3: "This is art, it's normal that you don't understand it."

Jian Ruonan: "Art is so profound and fascinating, I am really convinced!"

"Painter, I want to learn art!"

Painter No. 3: "Do you want to be a model?"

Jian Ruonan: "I want to be a painter!"

Painter No. 3: "Okay, you can paint with me in the future!"

~

Although nothing substantial was seen, he successfully infiltrated the enemy and became the painter and housekeeper of Shuiyun Private Room. There will be more melons like this in the future, so he can eat as much as he wants, and he doesn’t mind not eating all of it today.

After eating the melon, the sisters went back to their homes and looked for their mothers.

Min Yun returned home and went directly to her grandmother’s room to tell her about Pu Yisu’s ridiculous story.

Grandmother: “Yunyun, if you don’t like Pu Yisu, let’s choose someone else. How can you be so single that you will never marry for the rest of your life?”

Min Yun lowered her head and pinched her fingers without saying a word.

Grandmother said again: “Nannan hasn’t met a good one. She has high standards. If she meets a good one, she will definitely marry.”

Min Yun: “Grandmother, Nannan doesn’t have high standards.”

Min Yun told the story of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"No matter how high your standards are, can they be higher than His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

"Or, grandma, find me a husband who is better than His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and I will marry him."

Grandmother: "..."

Hey, granddaughter, you have learned bad things, do you know that? !

At this moment, I regret it, very much. Why did I let my granddaughter persuade Nan Nan?

~

In the following days, Jian Ruonan did not work as a doctor or a maid. She took her little sisters to the Shuiyun private room every day.

The other three little sisters also wanted to be painters, but Wang Haihai said that she only allowed men to paint, not women. Jian Ruonan and the three little sisters had to change into men's clothes.

Several people painted every day, and no one knew what they painted. Anyway, it was art, so it was right that you couldn't understand it.

In the entire Shuiyun private room, Wu Anwan had the highest artistic element. Every time he was painting, he would go on stage to correct Wang Haihai's posture.

Touch the face, move the arms, play with the hair, and sometimes you will accidentally touch some truths.

On this day, Jian Ruonan took the paintbrush and painted at the naked buttocks on the stage.

Wang Haihai suddenly covered his chest and vomited.

The great painters immediately threw down their paintbrushes and rushed forward, surrounding Wang Haihai: "Haihai, what's wrong with you?!"

"Go call a doctor!"

Jian Ruonan walked over calmly: "Get out of the way, I am the doctor!"

Wang Haihai: "Aren't you a housekeeper?"

Jian Ruonan: "I am a housekeeper with excellent medical skills!" A

housekeeper who doesn't know medical skills is not a good maid!

The great painters quickly got out of the way, leaving a gap.

Fortunately, the men in the Shuiyun private room had a strong desire to share, so Jian Ruonan didn't need to diagnose her.

After diagnosing her, Jian Ruonan looked at everyone and said, "Congratulations, Haihai is pregnant!"

Everyone in the Shuiyun private room was ecstatic.

Roaring Brother threw away his drawing board and shouted, "What?! Pregnant!!"

Pu Yisu wanted to go to the brothel right away.

Painter No. 3 and Painter No. 4 picked up a towel to cover Haihai's belly.

The whole private room was filled with an atmosphere called "Happy Fatherhood".

Jian Ruonan: "Don't be too happy yet, figure out whose child this is."

Pu Yisu curled his lips and chuckled: "Need I say more? Of course it's mine!"

Painter No. 3: "How can it be yours? It should be mine!"

Painter No. 4: "You are all wrong, it must be mine!"

"It's mine!! " "

It's mine!! "

"It's mine!! "

The three great painters suddenly started arguing, and no one was willing to give in! They

almost had another fight in the rain.

Jian Ruonan's heart was broken.

[I missed so many melons! ! ]

These stupid artists must have discussed the true meaning of art while she was at home sleeping! Otherwise, why would

they compete to be the father. Wang Haihai wrapped a towel around him, looking anxious: "Don't fight! Don't fight!"

Jian Ruonan: "I'm a doctor, I can tell whose child it is!"

The great painters collectively looked at Jian Ruonan.

Jian Ruonan counted with her fingers, "The baby in Haihai's belly is exactly thirty-five days old."

Pu Yisu was suddenly dumbfounded: "Thirty, thirty-five days?!"

Jian Ruonan: "Yes, thirty-five days!"

[It has only been twenty days since Pu Yisu and Wang Haihai discussed the true meaning of art. ]

[Pu Yisu, pass! ]

Painter No. 3 clenched his fists, and Painter No. 4 looked up at the sky.

【Painter No. 3 and No. 4 have been discussing art with Wang Haihai for less than two days.】

【Painter No. 3 and No. 4, pass!】

Everyone looked at Wu Anwan.

Wang Haihai also looked at Wu Anwan.

Wang Haihai said shyly, "Do you know what it feels like to feel dizzy?" (1)

"Anwan, do you still remember the feeling of feeling dizzy and flying that night?!"

Wu Anwan held his head and shouted, "Stop talking! Stop talking!"

After roaring, the hyperthyroid patient kicked over the easel and rushed out of the Shuiyun private room.

Jian Ruonan revealed the secret, "This is Wu Anwan's child!"

After she finished speaking, the three painters present were not sad at all, but started arguing again.

"Since Wu Anwan doesn't acknowledge him, let me be the child's father!"

"No, you love whoring so much, you must have so many children out there, don't fight with me!"

"You've all been a father, but I've never been one, so let me be the father!"

"You've never been one, so you're even less qualified to be one!"

"..."

[What a hearty and exciting fatherhood!!]

Jian Ruonan: "Don't fight, let this child be the one who is loved by four fathers!" (2)

[This child is truly the most beloved child in the group!]

[This is an explosive existence even in the world of most beloved children!]

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(1) (2) Lyrics for "Between Water and Clouds"