Chapter 82: What are you doing when you're full?

Taking advantage of Li Shaofeng's absence, wouldn't it be good for her to secretly take off the painting? When he came back, he said that he accidentally got dirty and threw it away, and he couldn't turn into a toad when he was angry, which is called cutting first and then playing!

Thinking of this, Chen Meng stretched out his hand and decided to pick up the painting.

When Nuo Nuo saw that she was going to touch the painting, she was so anxious that she dragged Chen Meng, Chen Meng didn't know what the child meant, and coaxed the baby with a smile.

"It's okay, take this off, I'll draw a better one and hang it when I go back, how about I draw you a Mickey Mouse Donald Duck?"

I think that at the beginning, she had the title of a soul painter, what the painting didn't look like, and it made men and women cry when she saw it! But Chen Meng himself felt that it was okay to fool a child.

It's not a matter of hanging anything, this painting can't be touched! Nuno thought about the picture of her father experimenting with a mouse, and she was afraid that the cake would become like the dead mouse, but she couldn't speak yet, and she was anxious to jump there.

Seeing that Chen Meng's fingers were about to touch the frame, someone knocked on the door.

It was Xiang Hongjie who came over, still carrying a bag of fruit in his hand, Chen Meng had an impression of him in his previous life.

This is one of Li Slag's deputies, he usually doesn't talk too much, he looks stunned, he is careful and thoughtful, and he is the opposite of Li Slag's other second-hand deputy.

These two people are Li Scum's right-hand men, Chen Meng has analyzed it with her own professionalism, she suspects that although Xiang Hongjie looks stunned, his inner drama is extremely rich, and he is by no means so stupid as he came out - how many people can enter the research institute whose IQ is not online?

Xiang Hongjie put down the fruit, suddenly thought of what the second master had explained before leaving, and was about to say to Chen Meng, but Chen Meng spoke first.

"Brother, can you please do me a favor?"

"You say." Xiang Hongjie always felt that Chen Meng's voice was too familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"Can you take this painting off for me? Not only is it unlucky to have this hanging at home, but it is also easy to cause sad memories when children are always staring at it. Chen Meng pointed to the wedding painting and said, she felt that this set of words was seamless.

Xiang Nerd, who had a lot of inner drama, showed a surprised expression, and his mouth couldn't close.

Hey, the second master will be unpredictable? This is what the second master asked him to say!

"Is it difficult to pick a picture?" Chen Meng said strangely.

It was very strange for a dead man's painting to hang at home, and this was not a posthumous image for worship, she pondered for several days, and felt that Li Zha's failure to withdraw the painting might be because he was lazy.

"You can't pick this, the second master instructed me before leaving, saying that if you want to pick this, let me pass on a word to you."

"What?"

"He said, 'Stupid'."

... It's all the calves, and you dare to instigate your subordinates to come over and provoke?

"I'm stupid, whatever!"

Chen Meng stretched out his hand to pick up the painting, but Xiang Hongjie shouted in fright, "Don't touch it!" ”

Chen Meng was taken aback by him, "Aren't you so excited?" ”

"This painting has a mechanism, and it's okay to wipe and touch it, but if you force it to pick it up, you will be shocked."

Chen Meng turned into a little bean eye, she swallowed her saliva, "You tease me? ”

"It's true!" Xiang Hongjie nodded seriously, "Although electricity does not kill people, the feeling of touching the electric door is not pleasant, this is the maximum tolerance range of the human body calculated by the second master, it will not be disabled but it will be very painful..."

"He's fine, he's full, he's going to make all this!" Chen Meng felt that this world was mysterious.

A widower who has just died of his wife, neither crying for his dead wife nor going to the grave, what is he doing with these unbelievable behaviors every day, would a normal person be a mechanism on a portrait of a dead person?