The American Scripture

"Of course...your fairy method, you are a jīng spirit fairy!" Zhen Fan's exaggerated tone made Kristen glance at him, "Of course...at least...perhaps in my heart."

Seeing Zhen Fan justify himself there, Christine felt funny.

"In my opinion, yes, Kristin, you have always been the fairy in my heart!" At this time John also rushed over to join in the fun, he had recovered from the initial shock, facing Christine Some smiles seemingly pleasing, "I always think of her as a fairy, the only one!"

This sentence is for Zhen Fan. So the two men praised Christine very naively, and they were also complacent, as if they were confidants.

"Well, what else can I put in this piece of paper?" Back to the topic, John looked at Zhen Fan looking forward to it, "Or put a horse in, is it feasible?"

"Then you have to bring a horse here first." Zhen Fan smiled, and then used the same trick to put the food on the table into the paper one by one, and they all looked like the attached photos. It was the same, very realistic, but it was just a picture, until finally there was no food left on the table.

"Wow -" This time even Christine couldn't help but applaud, but after she called out, she immediately realized that their dinner was gone today!

"Our dinner! Zhen!" Kristen looked at this guy speechlessly, did he deliberately, in order to avenge his dad's constant chatter and distrust?

"Don't worry, Kirsten!" Zhen Fan smiled at him slightly.

"Don't call me this name. You are not my father, Christine, call me this!" Kristen was a little dissatisfied that Zhen Fan always called her this name.

"Don't worry about dinner!" Zhen Fan said. Then he smiled at John and Christine, "Close your eyes and you will see even more incredible things. It only takes two minutes!"

"Okay, I agree!" John was determined to watch Zhen Fan's performance. He nodded in cooperation and then tightly closed his eyes. Then he said to Zhen Fan, "Can you start?"

"Christine--" Zhen Fan stretched his voice.

"Do you have to do this?" Kristen looked at Zhen Fan with a puzzled meaning.

"Yes. I have to let your father feel the magic of me, so that he won't say that I am not worthy of his daughter. What do you think of this idea?" Zhen Fan suddenly whispered. He lowered his voice. Speaking in a volume that only Christine can hear.

"Did you hear?" Kristen was stunned, then covered his mouth in an incredible way, looked at Zhen Fan in surprise, and exclaimed in a low voice, "You mean, you know our conversation?"

"Yes, yes, it's easy to understand. As long as I see the face you turned around, I know. From frowning to smiling, even though you are an outstanding actor, this conversion is necessary In time, I saw it!" Zhen Fan continued to talk in her ear.

Kristen was a little helpless, and could only say to Zhen Fan a little guilty: "Sorry... John didn't mean..."

"I know, I know..." Zhen Fan hurriedly said softly, "If we had a beautiful daughter, I would protect her like this, because for me, the daughter is a princess. John must think so too. Right?"

"Thank you!" There was something crystal clear in Christine's eyes.

"Don't be silly, are you sure to leave?" Zhen Fan gently wiped away the tears from the corner of Christine's eyes, "Don't forget, Christine, close your eyes, I will make your father look different!"

At this time, John couldn't help it. Although he didn't open his eyes, he said in a somewhat impatient tone: "Have you finished talking? Let's start when you finish talking, Kristin, don't do it, now I am already I like this kid, if he can impress me this time, then...I will agree that he will marry you!"

"I know, Dad, I've closed it!" Kristen stuck out his tongue mischievously, then blinked at Zhen Fan and closed it obediently.

Then John and Christine heard the sound of moving tables and chairs in the kitchen, and all kinds of noisy sounds. It took only two minutes, but both of them were tortured by curiosity and just wanted to stay open. See what Zhen Fan is doing, but they are afraid that if they open their eyes, everything will be destroyed!

"Can I open my eyes?" John couldn't help it at first, "I have counted one hundred and twenty. Do you want me to continue counting? You said it yourself, two minutes, I think it's over Two centuries!"

"Ok, open your eyes, guys!" Zhen Fan said loudly, standing with open arms and smiling at the two people, standing in the middle of the kitchen, solitary dúlì.

"What? What the **** are you doing?"

"God, what happened?"

The father and daughter both exclaimed at the same time. In front of them, there was nothing left, the empty kitchen, except for the cabinets and stoves. There was no dining table, no chairs, and even no wine on the table, only a piece of paper that Zhen Fan showed them with one hand.

"What did you do?" John spread his hands and turned around. "What on earth do you want to do?" He approached the piece of paper, then exclaimed again, calling out to Zhen Fan.

"God, how can it be possible to pretend?"

"Zhen, did you put everything into this paper?" Christine also exclaimed, "How is this possible? It's not true, God, it's incredible!"

"This is not true at first, Christine, otherwise, why would I tell you to close your eyes? This is the charm of magic. When you don’t expect it, you can show all the magic without letting you discover it. . This—it’s magic, ladies and gentlemen!"

"It's incredible that a piece of paper can hold something like this, Zhen. Can I look at this piece of paper?" John tentatively hooked his finger at Zhen Fan.

"Of course, you can take a closer look at it." Zhen Fan handed the piece of paper over.

John took it. Wipe carefully at this piece of paper. Yes, all the things on this kind of paper are the things in Christine’s restaurant, including food, cutlery, cups, tables and chairs. They are all on paper, just like drawing on this kind of paper. It's like a restaurant just about to eat.

"My God, Zhen. The surprise you gave me is so big, every time it gets bigger!" John laughed and held this piece of paper. He laughed at Zhen Fan, "From now on, I announce that I am your fan! I want you to be famous. I want you to be the most famous magician in the world. David? What is David? "

"Dad—" Seeing that John was a little gaffe, Christine hurriedly said to prevent his father from being crazy like this. This completely subverted the image of John Ping.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Zhen, I'm just too excited to come to my TV station. I will show you the stage, you just have to show your own magic!" John still talked a little. He just felt that he had lost his temper, he should be a gentleman, but in a blink of an eye he couldn't help it.

"Sorry, Mr. Stewart..."

"Don’t call me Mr. Stewart, I don’t like to hear Mr., Mr., Mr.... That's too polite, you have to call me father-in-law... No, that's too formal, well... kid, you can call me John, We are friends!" John held Zhen Fan around his shoulder.

Zhen Fan stretched out his hand helplessly at Christine. Obviously, he didn't stop John's madness.

This cannot be blamed on Mr. John Stewart! As a well-known TV show producer, he knows what an opportunity is. If Zhen Fan agrees, he will surely reach the peak of his career again, gaining both fame and fortune. This is an opportunity, and this opportunity is very close. Crazy.

"Sorry... John!" Zhen Fan had to interrupt John again, "I think you didn't figure out what I meant. I am not interested in performing magic at all, so..."

"Oh, God!" John groaned in pain, "Please, Zhen, you have such a talent, but you have to waste it on healing people. This is a blasphemy of money and a blasphemy of talent!"

"Dad—" Kristen yelled to John with some dissatisfaction, "Stop talking about it, I said, Zhen will not do what you said, he has his own business and his own life. Don't force him to do anything, or you will regret it, Dad—"

"God, Kristin, are you threatening me?"

"Yes, so what?" Christine held up his head stubbornly and looked at John unyieldingly. "If you push Zhen again, I will...I will...not go home again!"

This threat is very substantial~www.wuxiaspot.com~ well, I'm just kidding! "John laughed loudly, "This is my daughter. This is very similar to me, Kristin, treat this kid well, he is really amazing, but it's a pity..."

"Stop talking about that!"

Christine made a threatening voice.

"Okay, okay, I won't say this, but..." John suddenly said to Zhen Fan and Christine, "Say okay, what about the dinner you prepared for me? What are we eating now? And... that bottle h·c·d, what a waste!"

"Don't worry, John, I've prepared it a long time ago. You will have dinner and close the h·c·d. It's just... please close your eyes again, okay?" Zhen Fan was prepared, yes John said.

"Am I closed too?" Kristen smiled at Zhen Fan.

"of course!"

"Good, good!" Kristen shrugged helplessly. And John felt a little inexplicable, because there was nothing more to put in that piece of paper.

"When you hear my applause, open your eyes!" Zhen Fan said with a slight smile watching the two closed their eyes.

"Okay!" Kristen smiled and closed his eyes. Then there were two high-five sounds in her ears, and she quickly opened her eyes to see what miracle would happen.

Nothing has changed, but there is always something wrong. Kristen turned around and suddenly exclaimed: "Zhen, where did Dad go?