Rong Che had his affairs to be busy, so Lin Qinghuan and Rong Siyuan had a good meal together.

Eating with her children, to be exact.

Rong Che hung up the phone and came in, and didn't sit down to eat breakfast together, but went directly to the study, and when he came out again, he held his coat in his hand, and when he walked to the restaurant, he said to Lin Qinghuan: "I have something to go out for, you eat slowly." ”

When Lin Qinghuan wanted to ask more, Rong Che had already closed the door and went out.

Leaving Rong Siyuan and Lin Qinghuan looking at each other.

Rong Siyuan was afraid that Lin Qinghuan would be disappointed, so he hurriedly comforted: "It's okay, he's always so busy, regardless of him, wouldn't it be good for us to eat ours?" ”

Lin Qinghuan smiled: "Okay, we eat ours." ”

What does it matter?

Rong Che has so many things to do every day, and she doesn't know it.

After breakfast, Zhao's mother called someone to start arranging the things and snacks that Rong Siyuan would use for his birthday party in the evening.

Lin Qinghuan couldn't help, so he took Rong Siyuan to play on the terrace on the second floor.

Rong Siyuan looked at the scenery of the seaside in the distance, and then looked at Lin Qinghuan, who was sitting on the side holding his chin a little bored, flattened the corners of his mouth and said, "Lin Qinghuan, can I draw you?" ”

"Huh?" Lin Qinghuan replied in hindsight.

Rong Siyuan: "I said, I'll draw you." ”

"Draw me?" Saying that, Lin Qinghuan looked at Rong Siyuan, and then smiled sideways for a while: "Siyuan, today is your birthday, why don't you draw something else?" ”

"Draw what?"

Lin Qinghuan: "Draw your mother." ”

Rong Siyuan didn't speak, just looked at Lin Qinghuan quietly, and said for a moment: "But I've already said it, let you be my mother." ”

The corners of Lin Qinghuan's mouth raised, and he smiled as always: "I know, I have already agreed, but these are two different things." ”

Rong Siyuan was silent.

Lin Qinghuan breathed a deep sigh of relief, turned his head to look at the sea and sky in the distance, and said after a moment: "Draw a picture of your imaginary mother, I want to see ......" In your heart, what am I like.

But in the last words, Lin Qinghuan couldn't say it.

She suddenly remembered a question she had asked Rong Che the previous night.

Since you already knew about it, why not say it?

How can I say it?

At this moment, facing Rong Siyuan, she also has a lot of things that she knows but can't say.

Simply, so be it.

After all, companionship and affection are not fake.

She needs time to digest slowly, and neither does Rong Siyuan.

Thinking about it, Lin Qinghuan took a deep breath, and when he turned his head to look at Rong Siyuan, he was still smiling, but his words changed to another meaning: "I want to see what kind of gentle person your mother is in your imagination." ”

Rong Siyuan didn't refuse, turned around and asked Zhao's mother to ask someone to bring up all the tools for painting oil paintings, set them up, and stood in front of the drawing board with a paintbrush, and didn't start the pen for a long time.

Lin Qinghuan was still sitting in the same position, holding her chin idly, and found that Rong Siyuan was looking at her, her eyebrows twisted slightly, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Rong Siyuan flattened the corners of his mouth: "Why do you want me to draw my mother?" ”

"Uh......" Lin Qinghuan thought for a while before saying, "I just want to know." ”

Rong Siyuan's immature eyebrows twisted: "You won't be ...... There's a sense of crisis, right? ”

"What?" Lin Qinghuan didn't understand the meaning of Rong Siyuan's words.

Rong Siyuan explained: "That's it...... Jealous. Isn't there a saying that only by knowing each other and knowing oneself can one not be defeated? You want to get to know her from me, and then figure out what to do for yourself. ”

What's what?

What kind of mess is this?

"Why should I think of a countermeasure?" I feel that the problem is a little off, and at the same time, I don't understand why Rong Siyuan has such a brain circuit.

However, Rong Siyuan was very sure: "You like my father, right?" ”

"What nonsense! How could I ......" Lin Qinghuan subconsciously denied it, but he didn't say anything more after only halfway through his words.

She...... Fall in love with Rong Che?

It seems that I am not too sure in my heart, but, for sure, it is not hate, it is not dislike, it is not ......

Lin Qinghuan couldn't figure out what kind of emotion it was, but he couldn't say it calmly anymore.

Rong Siyuan saw that she didn't speak, and he was almost sure of his thoughts.

took the paintbrush and dipped it in paint, and began to paint on the canvas, however, the moment the brush fell on the canvas, Rong Siyuan suddenly found that all the imagination about her mother in her mind was very suitable for the image of Lin Qinghuan in front of her.

He didn't think it was scientific.

Therefore, the actual painting is completely contrary to what I imagined.

However, without actual references, without imaginary outlines, if you draw a picture out of thin air, the result is very bleak.

Therefore, Lin Qinghuan looked at the finished painting that was not at all presentable, and the whole person was not good.

"It's ...... Person? ”

Anyway, it is difficult for Lin Qinghuan to say that the painting painted by Rong Siyuan is a portrait.

Rong Siyuan's face was also a little unbearable, but he still stubbornly said: "Ah, yes, I imagined her to be like this." ”

The tone was very firm, but he didn't dare to look at Lin Qinghuan.

The corners of Lin Qinghuan's mouth twitched, and he was speechless.

Her fault, she shouldn't have made a blind suggestion.

It's simply ......

Let's put it this way.

Lin Qinghuan has always disliked to use a person's appearance to evaluate how a person is, but if she grows like the painting that Rong Siyuan just painted, she would rather be isolated from the world and live in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests forever!

Rong Siyuan probably had a hard time accepting what he had painted, so he put down his paintbrush and quickly took the canvas off it, formed a ball, and threw it away from the trash can on the side.

I changed the canvas again, and immediately said, "I'll still paint you, imagine something, you're so embarrassed." ”

When he said this, Lin Qinghuan almost believed it.

*

Until the evening, Rong Che did not return.

People who were invited to attend Rong Siyuan's birthday banquet came one after another, Zhao's mother helped Lin Qinghuan greet the guests, and Rong Siyuan stood next to Lin Qinghuan obediently, and from time to time someone came to greet him, all of them were children of the same age.

Hu Ruiming also came, and Hu Tianyu brought him here.

handed Rong Siyuan a gift: "Siyuan, this is what I carefully prepared for you, open it and take a look." ”

And Rong Siyuan said in practice: don't look at it.

Hu Ruiming looked aggrieved: "Just take a look, okay?" ”

Still don't look!

Looking at Hu Ruiming's pitiful appearance, Lin Qinghuan couldn't bear it, and then persuaded Siyuan: "Siyuan, why don't you open it and take a look?" ”

Rong Siyuan looked up at Lin Qinghuan, although he didn't speak, he could see that Lin Qinghuan was at a loss.

That little expression, as if questioning her: Are you serious?

emmmmmmm

At first, it was really serious, but now, it's hard to say.

But Rong Siyuan finally accepted the gift handed over by Hu Ruiming.

Open it.

A ghost head pops out of it.

Ahhh

Lin Qinghuan was taken aback.

Hu Tianyu and Hu Ruiming couldn't laugh anymore.

Lin Qinghuan was speechless: "Childish! ”

Hu Ruiming: "Aunt Lin, I'm not even five years old, and we children like to play this kind of trick!" ”

Rong Siyuan closed the box calmly and complained slowly: "Boring." ”

He knew Hu Ruiming better than Lin Qinghuan, and as soon as he heard him say that, he knew what he was paying attention to, but Lin Qinghuan looked very interested, so Rong Siyuan reluctantly followed Hu Ruiming once.

But I didn't expect that Lin Qinghuan would be scared.

Is......

Ay!

What's so good about her, it's really cute and helpless when she is confused.

Hu Ruiming didn't care that Lin Qinghuan was naïve, but he cared about Rong Siyuan's boredom, and defended unconvinced: "It's not boring, you see that Aunt Lin is scared!" Besides, I did it myself. ”

Rong Siyuan didn't say anything, turned around and put Hu Ruiming's gift on the table where the gifts were stacked.

It means that he took it.

Hu Ruiming seemed to be very happy, and looked up at Lin Qinghuan: "Aunt Lin, can you let Siyuan go with me to play?" ”

Lin Qinghuan smiled: "Of course you can, but remember to pay attention to safety." ”

"Yes, okay." Hu Ruiming said and went directly to Rong Siyuan.

However, looking at Hu Tianyu in front of him, Lin Qinghuan suddenly regretted that he had promised so happily just now.

Lin Qinghuan obviously didn't want to see him, and Hu Tianyu also knew it, but he didn't care at all.

Tsai carefully looked at Lin Qinghuan, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a little playfulness in his tone: "Rong Che is willing to you, the top luxury flat auction designer in Italy, it is said that the auction price was 10 million, but I didn't expect Rong Che to buy it for you?" ”

However, Lin Qinghuan smiled: "I'm sorry, you guessed wrong." It wasn't Rong Che who bought it for me, it was Siyuan. ”

I didn't expect this.

glanced at Rong Siyuan, who was playing with Hu Ruiming, his eyebrows twisted involuntarily, and when he turned to look at Lin Qinghuan, his smile was a little disdainful: "Siyuan is very good to you, your stepmother." ”

The corners of Lin Qinghuan's mouth twitched, and he smiled and said, "I'm afraid it will scare you when I say it, I'm not Siyuan's stepmother!" ”

Hu Tianyu couldn't help but sneer: "It's not a stepmother, then it's still a mother?" ”

He didn't believe it.

Moreover, I am afraid that if I tell anyone, others will not believe it.

Hu Tianyu was silent for a while, his eyebrows twisted slightly, as if after careful consideration, he said thoughtlessly: "Besides, the time is not right, Siyuan is only five years old." ”

Today is Siyuan's fifth birthday.

Hu Tianyu's words made Lin Qinghuan a little confused.

Only five years old?

What do you mean?

However, Lin Qinghuan didn't have time to think about it at all, so he heard a quarrel not far away.

"Rong Chen, I'm asking you! What about Rong Che! What the hell does Hu Tianxiao's dog mongrel want to do! It's endless, isn't it! ”

Ou Yu's voice, and Ou Rui's voice next to him: "Won't you talk well?" ”

Hu Tianxiao?

Lin Qinghuan subconsciously looked at Hu Tianyu, Hu Tianyu chuckled, and did not avoid her gaze, the emotions hidden in the bottom of his eyes were Lin Qinghuan's unpredictable temptation......