In the morning, the two of them could still have a good time, but in the afternoon, they couldn't, Zhang Buxi paced back and forth on the edge of the rampage.

"Little Milk Grace !!"

"Ya ......"

A pitiful cry suppressed Zhang Buxi's anger back.

Zhang Buxi looked at the paint all over the ground, as well as the paint on her body, and there was nothing to love, "Little Granny, don't touch the paint, okay, you go to watch TV." ”

"But the baby wants to draw with Ya."

"It's okay to paint, but can you stop jumping around, getting me covered in paint and trampling the paint bucket!!"

It's just ...... Zhang Buxi wanted to cry without tears.

This is not a painting scene at all, this is a Shura field where paint is sprinkled.

There were colorful paints all over the ground, all of which were stepped on by the little grandmother just now, but he didn't have it on him, and it was all on her.

The little guy also knew that he was in trouble, put down the paintbrush in his hand, and walked over obediently, "Then the baby won't draw, the baby won't draw." ”

is so well-behaved, Zhang Buxi can't bear not to let him paint.

But the scene was too miserable to see.

She squatted down, "Milk, let's take our time, you have to listen to my command, you are on my side, you can't always jump around, okay?" ”

When Xiao Nan En heard that she could draw, she immediately grinned and smiled sweetly, "Okay." ”

Then he stretched out two small hands and hugged Zhang Buxi's head, wanting to kiss it.

However, when the little guy found that the paint on his hand had been put on Ya's hair, the little guy silently withdrew his hand, "Ya, the baby suddenly doesn't want to paint, the baby goes to the toilet." ”

The little guy took the initiative to walk away, Zhang Buxi was a little surprised.

I thought the little guy was frightened by her temper just now.

She was about to follow over to see if the little guy would secretly wipe his tears, but at this time, Li Shenyan came back.

When Li Shenyan saw Zhang Buxi dyed with all kinds of pigments on his hair.

Him: "......"

"Mr. Li is back."

Zhang Buxi walked around in front of Li Shenyan, and then returned to the painting side to clean up the paint on the ground.

Li Shenyan walked over and saw the paint all over the ground, as well as her clothes and hair......

It's hard to put into words.

"You fought with Li Enyou?"

Zhang Buxi turned around, "War? What kind of battles to fight? ”

Li Shenyan walked up to her, frowning, looking at her full of paint, his eyebrows couldn't be stretched, "I just went out all morning, and you made yourself look like this." ”

Zhang Buxi raised his hand and touched his hair, "I only have paint on my clothes, do I have it on my hair?" ”

Li Shenyan looked at her: "A lot." ”

“！！！”

Mr. Li said a lot, that should be really a lot.

She ran to look in the mirror.

When I see it in the mirror, I see my colorful self, "my hair ......"

The little grandmother pulled at the door and apologized honestly: "Ya, I'm sorry." ”

Zhang Buxi: "......"

Forget it, it's self-inflicted.

Zhang Buxi warned himself three times in his heart.

Li Shenyan suddenly appeared behind Xiao Nanen, "The paint is not easy to wash on the head, don't you know this truth?" ”

The sudden appearance of the voice startled the little grandmother.

"Daddy, the baby didn't mean it."

He really forgot that he had paint on his hand, and he accidentally got it on Ya's head.

Li Shenyan looked down at the little guy, "Go practice and do your homework." ”

"Daddy......"

"Do you want to say it a second time?"

"I'm your goose paper." Little Milk En doesn't want to go, 10,000 don't want to go.