"It's not like you know all day that you've been thinking about that kid and ignoring me," he murmured.

Xia Zhi didn't listen carefully, glanced at him, and continued to paint.

"Husband, look, is this good?"

She drew two cartoon versions of small figures on them, a man in a suit pen (quite tǐng), a woman with a fluttering skirt, and a baby carved in pink in her arms.

Leng Tian glanced at it, and knew what she wanted to express, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

"Can't you just make me look better?"

Xia Zhi snorted and laughed, comforting him, "I'm not very good at drawing figures."

I can only practice the cartoon version of the drawing.

Leng Tian snorted lightly and pointed out, "Then you painted Leng Yicheng so beautifully"

round toot, (肉ròu) (肉ròu).

At first glance, it looks like Leng Yicheng.

Xia Zhi looked at him funny, and came again, jealous with his son.

"The cartoon version of the paintings is like this, and the painting is like this."

Leng Tian leaned (身shēn) picked up the one she had drawn and admired it, and saw that she painted a second one, and the speed was still (quite tǐng) fast, and she had painted these paintings a lot like that.

One day, when he saw her masterpiece in the notebook in the office, his face darkened.

"Overall, it's still good"

He complimented.

Xia Zhi smiled, "Do you want to draw one?"

He's so powerful, it's not easy to get his praise.

"Give it to me"

Leng Tian folded his sleeves, reached over, and took the paint and brush.

Xia Zhi brought him a large box and put it on his lap, and Leng Boss stretched out his hand and painted seriously.

She was still very excited to see him paint with her own eyes, and her skillful technique was really a rookie in comparison.

Without a deep foundation, it is not so mature.

She couldn't take her eyes off his paintings that were gradually taking shape, and her heart was full of heat.

Cold Weather depicts her pushing a stroller.

Although I regret that I have not participated in these times of the baby, it is still easy to satisfy these paintings.

"Husband, you draw so well," she snorted movingly.

Leng Tian glanced up at her, dipped the brush, changed a paint, and began to draw the figures on the stroller.

When he finished drawing, Xia Zhi saw his son above, and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely.

It's definitely my father

"Why can't I draw well" Leng Tian raised his eyes and glanced at her, imposing.

A strong sense of oppression hit, she blinked, and then looked, the baby in the stroller was actually not ugly.

The miniature version of Leng Yicheng was lying on the stroller, eating his fingers, and there were a few grains of rice on the corners of his mouth and cheeks.

It makes people feel greasy when they look at it.

"It's so well drawn"

She picked up the box, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that it had charm, and with the breath of life, she wanted to treasure it herself.

I like it

However, this is a gift for his son, and his collection is the same as hers.

The corners of Leng Tian's mouth showed a touch of pride, "Do you want me to paint?"

"Yes," she hurriedly replied, quickly put down the one in her hand, and took another one to draw for him.

Leng Tian participated in Leng Yicheng's growth process, she didn't, she just wanted to see more of these.

He took a deep look at the touched little woman, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and continued to paint.

The next paintings all carry the three of them, and occasionally the old man and them appear.

When you get to the last picture, you can make a family portrait.

The summer solstice (love ài) can't let go, one will squat by this box to watch, and the other will squat there to admire.

"Husband, you're amazing"