"Welcome home." Ye Youyou opened his arms, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a bright smile, "Mom." ”

Colorful pigments were smeared on Ye Youyou's face, hands, clothes, and everywhere.

Ye Youyou's hand was still holding a green crayon.

Yang Zhaohan squatted beside Ye Youyou, stretched out his hand and hugged Ye Youyou, completely ignoring the paint on Ye Youyou's clothes, which would stain her clothes.

At this moment, I felt a care similar to mother's love from Yang Zhaohan's body, just like when Yang Zhaohan hugged me in the basement and said the poor child's expression, it was exactly the same.

But Yang Zhaohan also said just now, it's all fake, it's a lie.

So now I see Yang Zhaohan holding Ye Youyou, and I can't be sure whether Yang Zhaohan's love for Ye Youyou is from the heart or pretended.

If it is pretended, does it mean that Yang Zhaohan does not care about Ye Youyou's life or death.

If I kill Ye Youyou, will Yang Zhaohan be sad?

Ye Youyou pouted, and Yang Zhaohan's glamorous lips kissed each other.

"Big Flower Cat." Ye Youyou stretched out his hand and pointed his finger stained with paint on the tip of Yang Zhaohan's nose.

Ye Youyou smiled innocently.

"Okay, you little villain, you actually engaged in a sneak attack, see how I fix you." Yang Zhaohan pinched Ye Youyou's fleshy little face and smiled sweetly.

At this time, Yang Zhaohan seemed to have taken off all his disguises.

The scene of her and Ye Youyou's frolicking is so unwarm.

Seeing this, I smiled bitterly.

There was a hint of tears in his eyes.

Once, I would also play happily with Xiao Ai, like Yang Zhaohan and Ye Youyou.

However, there was no more chance.

I looked at Xiao Ai, who was silently following behind me, and raised my hand tremblingly.

"Yoyo, this is the younger brother I brought back to you, his name is Ye Bufan, I hope you can get along in harmony in the future." Yang Zhaohan suddenly spoke out and pointed at me, so frightened that I quickly retracted my hand.

"Hello." With a wave of my hand, I smiled awkwardly and said hello.

"Hmph." Ye Youyou didn't look back, pouted his cheeks, and said unhappily, "Mom, I don't want a younger brother, I want a younger sister." ”

"That, Yoyo, Mom only found my brother, can you just take a look." Yang Zhaohan clasped his hands together and asked for Ye Youyou's opinion.

"Don't want it, don't want a brother, if you want a sister, you want a sister." Ye Youyou shook his head willfully and said.

Well, I finally understand what the "trouble" in Yang Zhaohan's mouth is all about.

Ye Youyou, it is indeed a little noisy.

Yang Zhaohan was helpless to take her.

"Bufan, this is the daughter I told you, Ye Youyou." Yang Zhaohan got up and looked at me.

Her intention to say this is nothing more than to say, look at me next, she has no choice but to do it anyway.

However, I want to say, Ye Youyou doesn't want to see me so much, how can I make her happy.

Yang Zhaohan seemed to see my thoughts, but she didn't care.

"Yoyo, it's not early now, mom will go downstairs and buy you your favorite fruit pizza, good ha." Yang Zhaohan kissed Ye Youyou's forehead, and then slipped away as if he was running away.

"Mom, don't go." Ye Youyou shouted angrily.

However, Yang Zhaohan pretended not to hear.

When passing by me, Yang Zhaohan lowered his voice and specially reminded me, "Don't forget, what I told you before." ”

Is she threatening me?

If I can't coax Ye Youyou to be happy, then I won't be able to eat dinner, and I have to clean this villa, which is not clean, and I am not allowed to sleep.

"Yoyo, get along with your extraordinary brother, mom believes in you, you will like this brother, bye." Before Yang Zhaohan went out, he beckoned to Ye Youyou and threw a flying kiss at her.

However, Ye Youyou smashed Yang Zhaohan's flying kiss.

She was hunched and sulking.

It's not a way to do it like this, so I asked embarrassedly, "That, Sister Yoyo, or I'll push you back to the room first." ”

Lusa said, Ye Youyou was in the painting room just now, painting, so I take her back to the room, maybe I can find a topic.

I stretched out my hand and was about to push the wheelchair, but Ye Youyou scolded sharply, "Don't touch my Tian Tian." ”

"Eh, you mean, this wheelchair is called Tian Tian?" My hands were in the air.

Ye Youyou didn't reply to me, but said, "Tian Tian, let's go." ”

Then, this one, called "Tian Tian", actually moved.

I'll go, this high-tech is just blinding my dog's eyes.

The wheelchair took Ye Youyou back to the room, and I followed closely.

As soon as I entered the studio, I was fascinated by the pink decorations.

Next to the pink single bed, the bookcase is stacked with several picture scrolls.

A pair of manipulators that came out of nowhere picked up Ye Youyou and put him on the sponge pad in front of the drawing board.

On the floor, there is a palette with different colors in it, and then all kinds of crayons and oil pastels can be seen everywhere.

I have to say that the first meeting with Ye Youyou, she left an indelible impression on me.

Ye Youyou was wearing a short-sleeved skirt, lying together, swaying her little feet, and the spring light at the bottom of the skirt was faintly visible.

I didn't mean to peek, but from this angle, it was very unexpected.

Walking forward, I found a topic and chatted, "What, Sister Yoyo, what are you drawing?" ”

On a slightly dull yellow piece of rice paper, a black mass devoured a white thing.

To tell the truth, Ye Youyou's painting level is really low, and the things she paints, no matter which direction I look at, I can't tell what it is.

It may be that I have a short view, and Ye Youyou's painting is too advanced, and I can't understand it.

Ye Youyou ignored me and scribbled intently.

"That, Sister Yoyo, your mother asked me to get along with you happily, but you didn't tell me a word, which bothered me." I scratched the back of my head and said helplessly.

Yang Zhaohan asked me to coax Ye Youyou to be happy, but Ye Youyou treated me as a transparent person and skipped me.

Then how could I complete the task assigned to me by Yang Zhaohan.

Ye Youyou stopped the brush in her hand, I thought she was finally going to talk to me, but in fact, she just changed her brush and continued to paint.

Make me happy in vain.

"Sister Yoyo, if you ignore me again, I'll leave, let me tell you, I'm leaving."

The taste of being ignored was very uncomfortable, I said loudly, pretending to leave, trying to attract Ye Youyou's attention.

However, Ye Youyou was still indifferent.

I'm angry.

Rudely snatched the rice paper that Ye Youyou was drawing, and I held it high.

"What are you doing?" Ye Youyou said angrily.

"Give me back." She jumped up and reached for the painting in my hand.

But due to his height advantage, Ye Youyou couldn't reach it.

Angry or not?

Ye Youyou knelt on the ground, panting.

"Sister Yoyo, it's not me talking about you, what are you drawing, kindergarten children, you look good at drawing." I poked at the picture and said sarcastically.

I don't know if I'm pushing too hard, or if the quality of this rice paper is not up to par.

I only poked it a few times, and it actually "banged" and broke a hole.

"Ah, my Demon Wars Angel." Ye Youyou screamed, then opened his mouth and bit my thigh.

I was in pain, let go of my hand, and pushed Ye Youyou's forehead.

Ye Youyou took a bite, saw the painting fall to the ground, let go, picked up the painting, and cherished it in his arms.

Her eyes glared at me angrily.

She was super angry at me for destroying her paintings.

I took a step back and pulled open my pants to see a clear row of tooth marks.

"I'm rubbing, you're a dog, aren't you?" I rubbed my wound, in order to let Ye Youyou talk to me, but it hurt me.

Fortunately, the place where Ye Youyou bit is the thigh, otherwise it would be ......

"Wangwang." Ye Youyou learned to bark twice and announced her majesty to me.

"It's not me hitting you, your painting is more ugly than."

I sarcastically.

If the black mass is compared to a demon, and the white mass is compared to an angel, it may really be what Ye Youyou said, "Demons vs. Angels." ”

It's a little abstract.

"Not really." Ye Youyou looked at his painting and retorted, "This is a demon, this is an angel, and in the end, the demon ate the angel, obviously the painting is very good, where is it ugly?" ”

Yes, yes, you're a painter, you're right.

I'm too lazy to argue with you.

"Sister Yoyo, seriously, instead of wasting your time drawing, you might as well play games with me." I shifted my attention and said, just not sure if she would take the bait.

"Games? What game? Ye Youyou's eyes lit up.

"The name of the game is Two Little Bees." I say.

"Okay, okay, let's play with two little bees." Ye Youyou clapped his hands happily, "But, what kind of game is this?" ”

Shame, you don't even know what kind of game this is, so what are you happy about?

Two little bees, in fact, are guessing boxing, rock-paper-scissors.

Then, I attached a punishment, that is, the losing side, to listen to the winning side, one demand, but that request, not too much.

In the first set, I was going to make scissors, but seeing that Ye Youyou was going to make a fist, at the last moment, I turned the scissors into paper.

Ye Youyou, lost.

"Dear here." I pointed to my cheek and smiled.

"I don't want to." Ye Youyou directly refused.

In the next few games, Ye Youyou has always lost, because her improvisation ability and brain operation are not as fast as mine.

"If you don't play it, don't play it, this game is not fun at all." Ye Youyou went crazy.

"Do you know why you always lose?"

"Why?"

"Because you lost, you didn't take the punishment." I pointed to my lips and said, "If you kiss me, you'll win."

Finish? ”

"Really?" Ye Youyou didn't believe it.

"Really." I nodded sincerely, and said it in a serious way.

Take a sip, Ye Youyou actually kissed him stupidly.

So soft little lips......