Chapter 800
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The wishing coin in Chen Zhao's hand suddenly dissipated like powder.
Fali lifted her head, disbelief in her eyes.
"Chen … This is …"
Chen Zhao caressed Fali's hair. "Have you heard of Aladdin's magic lamp?"
Pfft —
Fali's tears turned into laughter. It was her first time losing control like this. Tears and snot flew everywhere.
"We need to hurry and have a baby."
Chen Zhao and Fali went through the door and started doing shameful things.
After a while, Chen Zhao took out a bottle.
"Fali, I'll give you something."
"What's in the bottle? It's black."
Chen Zhao did not answer Fali's question. Instead, he opened the bottle.
The black smoke floated out and gathered above Fali's head.
"What's this?" Fali poked it.
"It can protect you."
Fali had always known that Chen Zhao cared for her to the extreme.
Every time Chen Zhao went far away, he'd let her bring her pet.
She didn't know what the black thing was either.
But she believed that since Chen Zhao said it could protect her, it definitely could.
…
"Chen, I heard you got a daughter. Bring her over. I want to be her godfather," Steven said.
"I'm not a believer." Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.
"It's not like you have to be a believer to have a godfather."
"It's too much of a loss for my daughter to be your goddaughter. Your daughter can be my godfather too."
"F * ck, my daughter's already in her forties. Are you sure you want to be her godfather?"
"Fine … pretend I didn't say anything," Chen Zhao answered awkwardly.
"By the way, my movie's celebration party is tomorrow night. You have to be there," Steven said in a tough tone.
"Okay."
"Bring my goddaughter."
After hanging up, Chen Zhao carried Gerlyn out the door.
He didn't buy Steven a present last time. He still had to find a suitable one.
As for the pocket watch, Chen Zhao wanted to study it more to find out what was special about it.
Little Gerlyn was surrounded by a white dot of light. This was the guardian angel surrounding Little Gerlyn.
Wherever Gerlyn went, the guardian angel would follow.
However, Gerlyn didn't seem to see the guardian angel herself.
Or perhaps she was too young to realize the existence of guardian angels.
She was obviously more interested in the amber.
Chen Zhao realized that Gerlyn had grown teeth.
Although it had only been close to a month, little Gerlyn had actually grown her first tooth.
Generally speaking, babies only grow teeth at around six months of age.
But little Gerlyn's teeth grew very fast.
It was only in the past two days that a small white spot appeared on the gums of his front teeth.
There were already some bite marks on the lake.
Chen Zhao followed her and bit as much as he wanted.
Chen Zhao parked his car in a gift shop. He wanted to look around and see if there were any suitable gifts.
Don't think that China is the only country that has antiques.
But as soon as the car stopped, an uninvited guest appeared in front of the car.
Chen Zhao's eyes widened.
Usually, there was only one person who would cause trouble when Chen Zhao stopped his car — Sharan.
"Sharan, I didn't park illegally or run a red light. I didn't break any traffic rules."
Sharan looked at him. "You're driving dangerously."
"What? I'm driving dangerously? "Chen Zhao's eyes widened." When did I drive dangerously? "
"Where did you put her?" Sharan pointed at little Gerlyn in Chen Zhao's arms.
"The front passenger seat, of course. I have a baby seat."
"Don't you know that babies under six months can't sit in baby seats?" Sharan asked, looking at Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao's eyes almost popped out. "There's such a rule?"
"Of course. Baby seats are for babies over six months. Whose child is this?"
"Mine. It's my daughter." Chen Zhao was helpless.
He would admit defeat for now. Once bitten, twice shy. He knew that Gerlyn couldn't sit in the baby seat for now.
"You have a daughter?" Sharan also looked at Chen Zhao in surprise.
"Are you disappointed that I have a daughter?"
"Do you have to provoke the police every time?"
"Give me the ticket."
"Whatever, I'll let you go this time."
"Oh my god … Is tomorrow the end of the world?"
Chen Zhao's expression was exaggerated. Sharan's face darkened. "Are you sure you want me to give you a ticket?"
"Ha … I'm joking."
Sharan glanced at the gift shop. "What do you want to buy?"
"I'm not sure," Chen Zhao said. "I want to give an old guy a gift. Let's pick."
The two walked into the gift shop. Just then, the guardian angel landed on a painting.
"Yiyiyaya …" Little Gerlyn spread her arms, wanting to take the painting.
"Baby, do you want this?"
It was a huge oil painting that looked a bit old.
It was a goddess, or more accurately, Venus, the embodiment of love and beauty.
There were also a few little angels dressing Venus up.
"This Dressing Venus is a fake," Sharan said. "The real one is in New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art."
Why did Chen Zhao care so much? He didn't know how to appreciate art at all.
To him, apart from the difference in price, there was no difference between the real and the fake.
But since Gerlyn liked the painting, he would buy it.
"Boss, how much is this painting?"
The boss at the cashier didn't even look up. He casually said, "Eighty dollars."
"Pack it for me."
"Did you know that this painting was originally the work of the eighteenth-century French painter Francois Boucher? At the same time, it is also an erotic painting of the royal family. If you want to hang this painting in your home, it is not suitable, especially in the home of children."
Chen Zhao thought about it and realized that it made sense.
It was indeed not suitable for his daughter to look at this erotic painting every day.
Then he would give it to Steven.
The perverted old man probably liked these things.
As for whether it was real or not, the old man wasn't a scholar.
Chen Zhao had been to Steven's house twice, but he didn't see any art there.
All he hung were movie posters that he had shot himself.
It was clear that not only was Steven not a scholar, but he was also a narcissist.
After admiring the painting for a while, Chen Zhao lost interest.
Chen Zhao never believed that these works of art could be worth an astronomical amount.
Of course, it might be because he didn't understand art.
"Little guy, this is for you." Sharan took out a strange wooden sculpture.
"What's this for? It looks so ugly. "
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