Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 607 Let go of that young lady! 12
Shi Hen remembered that in the morning, he had brushed up on Weibo where Xin He played games all night, and later ran back and forth because of Xin Wu's affairs.

He naturally knows how long it takes to design a draft.

Xinhe drew four sketches at once, and it should have been drawing after returning home.

Shi Hen frowned slightly.

But Shi Hen didn't care about this, and opened the picture with his slender fingertips. Although it was a first draft, Xin He still had time to color it.

It can be said that there are no problems with these first drafts.

If nothing else happened, Shi Hen felt that Xinhe's remaining two wedding dress designs should be of the same level.

Especially for the style of clothing, Shi Hen only has one picture in his hand, and he saw it in a leftover painting.

Shi Hen found that Xin He had also restored some details.

He tapped his fingertips and typed on the screen: Yes.

Xin He was a little sleepy, she simply washed up and was ready to go to bed, when she picked up her phone, she saw a message from Shi Hen.

She originally wanted to talk about it tomorrow, but when she saw Shihen Online, Xin He quickly edited it with ten fingers.

Hehe Hehe: Have you decided on the color of Yanchao's wedding dress?

Shihen: What do you think?
After sending it over, Shi Hen's eyes continued to return to the script.

After waiting for a long time, Shi Hen didn't wait for the news from Xin He, thinking that she had fallen asleep.

When Shi Hen opened Weibo, he found that the background of Weibo had quit by himself.

He opened Weibo again and found that Xinhe's news had been posted more than ten minutes ago.

Shi Hen paused for a moment, then continued: Add me on WeChat for easy contact.

Xin He was indeed asleep.

She waited for a few seconds, but she didn't reply when she saw the time mark, so she went to sleep.

Xin He slept until noon the next day.

When she woke up, Xinhe's mind was still hazy.

When she came out, she found that Xin Wu was watching cartoons.

Xin He touched Xin Wu's head.

The wound on Xin Wu's face had scabbed slightly.

Xin He applied the potion again before going to wash her.

When passing by the desk and catching a glimpse of the drawing on it, Xin He remembered that she fell asleep later last night, and wondered if Shi Hen had replied.

Xinhe only had time to take out her phone when she was brushing her teeth.

Seeing the news sent by Shihen, Xin He guessed that he also felt that it was troublesome to contact Weibo, so he added WeChat.

Shihen probably didn't open the friend permission, so he passed it with one plus.

And this account is full of a sense of déjà vu of a trumpet.

Xinhe didn't find it strange either.

After all, Shi Hen is in the entertainment industry, so he probably added a trumpet because he was afraid of his privacy being exposed.

But there is still a slight worry in my heart.

After adding WeChat, Xin He saw that Shihen hadn't restored the news of the two wedding dresses last night, and then sent it again.

He He He He: Although the Yan Dynasty did not leave many colored inks in history, but...

Xinhe talked about some simple historical background, and then briefly talked about the color design of the wedding dress and wedding dress.

She drew some sample pictures of the regiment selection on paper last night, and sent them all together.

Shi Hen didn't reply, Xinhe put the phone aside and started cooking.

Thinking of what she made, Xin He sighed coolly.

Just eat as long as you can, as long as you can't kill people.

Anyway, when the time comes to exchange some nutrients for Xin Wu, Xin He thinks it's not a big problem.

Think of it as cooking practice.

The number of times Xinhe cooks in all planes is not as much as this plane.

(End of this chapter)