Chapter 1292 (1/2)

Mu Weiwei's eyes fell on Fu Linchen's pretty face.

That face, every inch of the proportion is so perfect, like a work of art.

Even though she is used to the beauty of her two brothers, Mu Weiwei still has to admit that the old fox looks like a dog

As long as you think that Fu Linchen will soon become the laughing stock of all passers-by, Mu Weiwei feels very excited.

Mu Weiwei, holding a marker, walks up to Fu Linchen. Suddenly, she finds an unexpected problem.

Fu Linchen put his seat back down because he wanted to sleep.

There are no other passengers in the private plane, and there is enough space. Therefore, he almost puts the back of the chair at a half reclining angle, which is not different from the posture of sleeping in the reclining chair.

In addition, his legs are very long, and he also stretches forward. It's really difficult for mu Weiwei to reach his face

Mu Weiwei stood on tiptoe and stretched her arm. After a long time, she still couldn't reach it.

A small face suddenly wrinkled into a ball.

”No? Why do you have such long legs? Is it great to be tall? That's true

Mu Weiwei complained angrily, hoping to kick the old fox.

She thought about it carefully, and soon realized that the only way to paint the turtle on Fu Linchen's face was to climb up to Fu Linchen's seat.

However, in this way, she had to climb up to Fu Linchen, and there was no room to avoid

This posture is too... Too... Not like words!