Chapter 300 Return

In the empty restaurant, there were only two people. Christine exclaimed to Zhen Fan: "Dad? Where did Dad go? Zhen, where did you hide him?"

Zhen Fan smiled at her: "I really want to know?"

"Oh God, please, he's my father, even though sometimes, I really want to kick his ass, but... tell me, or get him back, please, Zhen!" Christine said, Walking over gently like a cat, and wrapping around Identity's body.

"Now...no one can bother us anymore, can't they?"

"Of course, baby!" Zhen Fan struggled hard to get out of Christine's kiss, and then took a breath, "Are you going to kill me? Christine, I really like this way of dying!"

"Of course, but we can prolong this method of death a little bit!"

"Really? Of course, I think so too." Zhen Fan said with a smile, "But Mr. John Stewart will definitely feel very lonely staying here alone!"

It's still the same piece of white paper, or those dining tables, as if the whole restaurant has been transplanted into the white paper, forming a special picture with a white background. But now... More importantly, beside the dining table, a person was sitting in the middle, with his mouth wide open, looking towards the sky, with his arms outstretched, with an exaggerated expression on his face.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God..."

Christine covered her mouth in disbelief, then stared at the painting, bent down, and let out a series of unbelievable exclamations. Obviously, this has exceeded her cognition.

"God, did you kill him?" Christine bent over. Holding this kind of paper carefully, "You sent him here, God, it's... so crazy, by the way, Zhen, is this his permanent residence? Although I hope so. But... ... Zhen, he is my father!"

"I know!" Zhen Fan said with a smile, "I promised him a big dinner. Didn't you see him sitting at the dining table? He really wants to have a big dinner!"

"Okay, okay, his dinner can be satisfied, so... my dear. Where is our dinner?" Christine leaned on Zhen Fan. He squinted at him and said.

"With John, of course!"

"Really?" Christine looked at the white paper-like painting in her hand, blinked at Zhen Fan and smiled, "Are you going to let me stay here too?"

"What do you say? Honey,

close your eyes please Zhen Fan hugged Christine gently, "Don't worry, don't worry, everything will be perfect, close your eyes, okay?" Now! "

"Okay. I believe you, but don't let me be like John. Open your mouth wide, that posture is... very ugly." Christine closed her eyes gently, and said softly to Zhen Fan. Then there was a soft clapping sound in her ears.

"Papa papa!"

There were three soft high-fives in Christine's ears, and then she suddenly felt that her whole body was attracted by some vortex, and she continued to fall. She tried to open her eyes, but it didn't work, it was just blind He reached out to grab at the night sky, and then he grabbed a hand, a very warm hand.

"Zhen!" She finally opened her eyes, and she saw Zhen Fan in front of her for the first time, and... her own hand also held Zhen Fan's hand tightly, and she couldn't help but reveal the truth from the bottom of her heart. smile.

"We're here, we're not late!" Zhen Fan smiled and then turned his head to look at the opposite. There was an old guy sitting opposite him. He opened his mouth wide and stared at Zhen Fan in surprise. Saying a word, the time that just passed seemed to him to be frozen.

"Hi, John!" Zhen Fan greeted him, "Are you a little uncomfortable? This is our new dining place, completely new, but we are still there, and the food is still there! Of course, Chris Ting is still there!"

"It's... amazing!" John looked around at this so-called new place, all of which were white, like that piece of white paper, and he stuttered a little because he couldn't believe it, " We're... I mean we're all in this blank slate?"

"Why not?" Zhen Fan stood up and opened his hands, "Look around us, it's all white, so white that you can't feel a single blemish."

"This is true, not a fairy tale, John!" Christine beside him also spoke. After all, after personally experiencing the shock of the Spring Festival Gala, Christine has already had some ability to adapt to Zhen Fan's miraculous performance. Get out, hold John. Stewart's hand, smiled, "Okay, let's enjoy this dinner!"

Dinner for three, completely different venues, but exactly the same table, utensils and food. Zhen Fan ate very happily, and Christine ate very happily because of Zhen Fan. Only John was absent-minded, looking around from time to time, but he couldn't see anything except a piece of white.

"Crack!" Suddenly, a discordant voice came out.

Both Zhen Fan and Christine looked at John. John shrugged his shoulders regretfully: "I'm sorry, the steak flew out." A piece of steak was lying quietly on the white ground, and the oil stains had spread on the ground.

"It's okay, let's continue!" Zhen Fan raised his glass, "Come, let's have a toast for today's special dinner!"

"Dad—" Christine also raised his glass and called out to John. Obviously, the absent-minded John didn't hear what Zhen Fan was saying.

"What? Well, let's have a toast!" John finally realized that he also raised his glass, and the three of them touched each other with a crisp sound.

The dishes made by Zhen Fan tasted very good, and Christine ate them very refreshingly. When she put down the knife and fork, she was still smacking her mouth and sighed: "It's been a long time since I ate the dishes you made by yourself. I feel very full. .Now I have a worry, I wonder if I will gain weight if I stay at home for a day."

"Of course not. Do you know how I helped Fisher lose weight?" Zhen Fan smiled slightly at Christine, put the last piece of steak into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

"Tell me!" Christine put one hand on the dining table with great interest. Holding his chin, with a very ambiguous smile, he looked at Zhen Fan obsessively.

"I told him to eat as much as he can every day, don't worry about dieting, he can eat whatever he wants, and the result...you can guess it, can't you?" Zhen Fan blinked at Christine.

"Don't think I didn't see your little moves!"

When Christine was about to speak. A very discordant voice broke their conversation, it was John, and he had gradually calmed down. Started to think about how to get out of this place.

"Okay Jane, you gotta get us out of this place, I still can't believe we broke into that blank sheet of paper. Tell me. What's this place? Are you in Christine's restaurant or Did you dig a hole in the villa? Like a scene from 'The Thieves' where you hypnotized us and brought us here?"

"Your imagination is really rich, but...do you think I will use the old-fashioned moves that others have used?" Zhen Fan looked at John with a half-smile.

"Okay, so how do you let us go back?" John spread his hands, "Can you not let me close my eyes? If you don't let me close my eyes, I believe you don't have other people's creativity."

"As you like!" Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders towards Christine, "Kristine, you don't have to close your eyes, anyway...it doesn't make any sense! It's just a gimmick. In order to make myself more It's just a trick of a magician. Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready!" Christine looked at Zhen Fan with a smile, then held his hand, and took a deep breath. She watched Zhen Fan lead a horse out of the painting with her own eyes. coming.

"Are you ready? John, we're going back to the original place! When I count to three, it's time to witness a miracle!" Zhen Fan shouted at John.

"I'm ready!" John responded loudly.

"three!"

Zhen Fan snapped his fingers and immediately counted to three, and then everyone's eyes dimmed. The restaurant without white contrast was much darker, but it still sounded bright normally.

"Oh God!"

John couldn't help but yelled again, because he found himself sitting in Christine's restaurant, and the position of the table hadn't changed a bit, the only difference was that there was a blank sheet of paper on the table. Therefore, John couldn't bear the shock in his heart again, and cried out.

This time, the scene changes without his eyes closing, not even blinking. He knew that the "thieves" in the movie would definitely not be able to do all this. No anesthesia, no moving people around, just such a direct transformation.

"Boom, boom, boom!" John stomped his feet, very firmly on the ground.

"Dad—I promise, I don't have a basement here, and I don't have a revolving stage!" Christine was a little dissatisfied. She thought it was her father who was deliberately finding fault. Time, just change the scene? I believe you have also seen the magic show that night, and Zhen can do it."

"I know, I know!" John. Stuart moved his lips, finally calmed down, and said to Zhen Fan, "Honey, why don't you think about it when you're in trouble? Even if it's not for yourself, you can think about it for Christine..."

"John, I won't force Zhen to do anything he doesn't want to do."

Christine spoke dissatisfiedly to John again.

"I'm sorry, John, I really can't waste my career on magic!" Zhen Fan looked at him and said seriously, "Do you know how much money I can make as a patient?"

"Ten thousand dollars? Fifty thousand dollars? Or more... one hundred thousand dollars?"

John shrugged his shoulders. Obviously, in his opinion, as long as the price of a patient is high, it is impossible to exceed this. Although doctors are also high-income earners in the United States, it costs a lot of money to fill every tooth in the United States. ! And it is very decent, but the key is that Zhen Fan is a Chinese medicine doctor, not the mainstream in the United States. He exaggerated the figure just now. (To be continued..)