Shen Chong quickly pulled out his prosthetic limb and placed it in front of Feng Chuxue.

The girl Chuxue took a deep breath, her eyes gathered, and awe-inspiring aura arose.

It is said that men are the most handsome when doing things seriously, but in fact women are not too nervous, especially talented people who show their abilities in the areas they are best at.

At this time, Feng Chuxue seemed to be releasing a dazzling light, and the colored pen in her hand was even more dazzling.

Instead of re-programming, she started to use the remaining paint on the brush in her hand, and a small piece of watercolor that had been previously prepared in the other side of the painting plate. She clicked it from time to time, and then continued to write on the palms and back of the prosthetic limb.

A minute later, Feng Chuxue wiped his sweat and "get it done."

Shen Chong looked down and said, "Awesome!"

With such a little time, such harsh creative conditions, and almost no gap in conception, she could draw such amazing results as soon as she picked up the pen.

Even though the prosthesis was in front of him at such a close distance, Shen Chong was almost hidden in front of him with a false effect.

The previous silicone feeling disappeared, and it turned into a real hand.

She showed the realistic 3D painting skills to the extreme, creating perfect light and shadow and detail effects.

"You can find an angle later to make your palm appear thirty degrees angle to Mr. Lin, so that it looks the most real. The distance is better to be more than three meters, unless Mr. Lin is also a top painter, there is no reason to hide it from her."

Feng Chuxue ordered that she had absolute confidence.

Shen Chong nodded and kept twitching, "It's so amazing. You're even better than I thought. In such a short time and so few paints, you only have a few strokes. You are not a psychic, and you really can't understand this world."

He really didn't blow randomly. Feng Chuxue's temporary move was better than the so-called 3D painting big-handed guy that Shen Chong saw in those videos in his previous life.

But he immediately felt relieved. The world's literary and artistic level was already above the standard, and Feng Chuxue is now the best among them, so it is worth it to be powerful.

"Okay, okay, you go out quickly."

Feng Chuxue urged.

Shen Chong nodded and blew at the prosthetic claws.

"Stop blowing, this is quick-drying pigment. I'm very light in writing. You can just take two steps to dry."

Shen Chong nodded, picked up the computer bag with his left hand, and was about to leave, but he had an idea. He forced his five fingers of the prosthetic limb to straighten his index finger, making a gesture that compared with the number one.

Then he grabbed the rubber shaving next to him, broke off a small piece of it as big as a millimeter in diameter, stuffed it into the seam of the prosthesis, and grabbed it with his hands inside.

He hid his right hand behind him and walked back to the living room quickly.

Seeing him come out, Lin Zhishu got up and wanted to ask, "Shen Chong..."

But Shen Chong turned into a lightning breeze and avoided Lao Lin like lightning, and wiped out the living room.

Lin Zhishu chased him out, and Shen Chong was shocked when he was about to turn back and cheat.

I'll go, whatever grudges.

Mr. Lin, what about your demeanor?

I'll flash again!

He looked at his feet without panic, but he walked to the pavilion very quickly, grabbed the computer with his left hand, turned to look at Lin Zhishu, and said calmly: "My hand is fine, don't be too careful. By the way, there is another thing, I have to go on a business week and I will not come back next week."

After saying that, he raised his right hand, which was the gesture he had just compared the number.

Lin Zhishu's eyes immediately put on his right hand.

"Oh no, maybe two weeks."

Shen Chong changed his words again.

At the same time, his little hand hidden in his hollow prosthesis suddenly popped out the rubber with his fingertips. The rubber shot out, hitting the middle finger of the bent prosthesis.

So, the number he compared became two.

After saying that, he didn't wait for Lin Zhishu to answer, and turned around decisively, hid his right hand in front of him and ran away, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After a long time, he returned to the woods and hid his prosthetic limbs gently, then wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and breathed a lot.

I don't believe it, I can't hide it from Lao Lin!

It's so exciting to run away after pretending to be a pussy.

At this moment, his cell phone ringing rang. He picked up his phone with a little difficulty and saw that it was a voice sent by Lin Zhishu on WeChat.

Turn on voice.

A crisp voice came from inside.

"Dad is going on a business trip! He has to work hard! He has to be the first place!"
Chapter completed!