Qin Youchen was lying on the rattan chair, holding a handful of peanuts in his hand, throwing them one by one, swaying the rattan chair, and then eating them one by one into his mouth, the expression on his face looked leisurely and casual. However, his heart always revolved around the content of the conversation with Zhang Yifeng just now.

The father is injured, but in fact, with Zhang Yifeng's ability, he is fully capable of stabilizing the overall situation. However, as he said, the current situation is turbulent, and Zhang Jiajun's territory is a big fat meat for anyone, and the situation can almost be said to be ambushed from all sides. If someone really catches a little negligence, the consequences are indeed unimaginable.

But do you really want to go back?

Qin Youchen thought about it, looking at the peanuts thrown in the air, a pair of Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly. The rattan chair shook upward, and he suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed the peanut in the palm of his hand.

He sat up and looked at the door, Zhao Ji walked in at this time, still holding a drawing board in his hand, and asked, "Where have you been?" ”

Zhao Ji glanced at him and said, "I just went to teach Xiaoyi to paint oil painting." ”

"Little sister is learning oil painting again?" Qin Youchen was stunned for a moment, walked over and took the painting in Zhao Ji's hand, it was a vase full of peach blossoms, and asked, "Who painted this?" ”

"Third young master, this is painted by my young lady." Bao Cui accosted on the side and said as if showing off: "Because Miss Xiaoyi doesn't know how to grasp oil paint, Miss painted it herself." ”

Qin Youchen listened to Baocui's painting, turned his head and looked at the painting in his hand, the water trail was not dry, it was obvious that he had just finished painting, and he saw that although the peach blossoms on it were not realistic enough, they were full of bright colors, lined with white porcelain vases, which made it look even more vivid and charming, and reflected the charm of life to the fullest.

He couldn't help but laugh: "It's really good." I don't know if you still know how to draw Western paintings. ”

Zhao Ji glanced at the painting and said lightly: "I just know a little bit about the skin, my sister specializes in this area, and she is much more professional than me." ”

"Then let Xiaoying come to the house to sit another day, just to teach Xiaomei." Qin Youchen responded with a smile and took the painting away: "This painting will be given to me." ”

"What do you want this painting for?" Zhao Ji looked at him puzzled.

"Let me also get in touch with this foreign thing. After marrying such a beautiful wife as you, as a husband, I can't be ignorant of this, right? Qin Youchen looked at Zhao Ji up and down, and saw that she was wearing a lake blue jacket and skirt again, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "Why are you wearing a jacket and skirt again?" Where's your dress? ”

"I'm happy to wear whatever I want." Zhao Ji replied disapprerovingly, reached out and snatched the painting in his hand, and said, "I'd better keep this painting for myself." ”

After speaking, he turned around and walked into the back room.

When Qin Youchen saw it, he looked at her back as she entered the house in a daze, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and there was a smile in his eyes, but he didn't know what Lu Dao was hiding.

"What painting?"

"Mother, why are you here?" Qin Youchen turned his head and saw that it was Mrs. Qin, so he hurriedly walked forward with a smile and carried her into the door.

Mrs. Qin sat down at the round table with his support, straightened the clothes on her body, looked at the third son sitting on the side, and asked, "What?" I can't come? ”

"What's that? You're my mother, of course you can come! Qin Youchen replied with a grin.

"Less poor mouth." Mrs. Qin smiled, and then asked seriously: "I heard that Zhang Shaoshuai came to you just now?" ”

As soon as he heard Zhang Yifeng mention, Qin Youchen's eyes instantly sank, his expression was equally serious, and he always smiled: "Mother, I really can't hide anything from you." ”