Yan Muye raised her hand and couldn't help but praise the bridge of Xiao Baozi's nose.

"Okay, then now I promise you, in the future, I will accompany you to see the sunrise and sunset, the stars and the sea, and those things that you find interesting."

"But I don't know if the baby thinks that there is something missing from this painting?"

"If you add in the missing part, it might be even more perfect."

Little Bun pouted.

It seems that I really don't know what is missing.

In his opinion.

Now this painting is already a perfect painting.

He just wanted his little Mumu to accompany him to watch the sunrise.

He wants to be with Xiao Mumu all the time and never separate.

Yan Muye stood up, and then saw the pencil that was originally placed on the table.

"Baby, wait for me, I'll add that little bit of stuff to you."

Xiao Baozi nodded: "Oh." ”

About a minute or so passed.

When Xiao Baozi saw the painting he had originally painted, his eyes first showed amazement, and then puzzled.

Yan Muye touched his head.

"With the addition of your stinky father's painting, it is the perfect painting."

"The two of us can watch the sunrise together, and then ask your stinky dad to help us get something."

"Anyway, there is free labor, so don't make it in vain."

When Luo Jiubai heard this, he couldn't help but cast his gaze here.

Looking at it from the angle from which he was sitting now, he could see that on the painting, the original two people suddenly became three people.

And the back of that person, the slender and straight of the ancient pen.

He stood behind the woman and the child, and put his hand on the woman's shoulder.

"Xiao Mumu's paintings are so good-looking, and Xiao Li will also make Xiao Mumu look so good in the future."

Yan Muye nodded.

"I believe that you will definitely be able to draw better than me in the future."

"Now our painting is a complete painting."

"I'll frame it for you then."

…

"I'm sorry."

Leng Fu Xiao said these three words lightly, and the little bun next to him tilted his head.

He didn't seem to want to deal with him at all.

Yan Muye looked at the whole scene and only felt funny.

Xiao Baozi is really Leng Fu Xiao's biological son.

In addition to the genetics of appearance, the inheritance of this personality is also unreserved.

The same is so arrogant, so cold.

Feeling that he had been left out, Leng Fu Xiao looked at Yan Muye.

"I apologized just now."

Yan Muye knew what kind of character Leng Fu Xiao was.

So he immediately accepted it and nodded.

"I know, I know."

"But your apology seems a little distracted, look at you, do you think this painting is beautiful?"

"This is something I just finished with Xiao Baozi, and when we have time we can take it to our bedroom and frame it so that we can see it all at once."

Leng Fu Xiao briefly browsed the paintings on it, and almost when he looked at it for the first time, he knew that there would definitely be no figure of himself on it.

But when I look at it again.

It doesn't seem to be what I thought it was.

Because, after a big and a small back.

There is also a back.

And the shadow, with his left hand, was right on the woman's shoulder.

Needless to say, he also knew who that woman was.

And the level of painting in front and the level of painting in the back are obviously not the same level.

It's her... Add yourself?