The little guy happily hugged the mung bean cake and ate it again, but after just two bites, he remembered that he hadn't brushed his teeth yet.

The little guy ran to find water and washed his face, but he didn't have a toothbrush, so he rinsed his mouth.

Then sit at the door, take a wooden stick and draw on the ground, now even if he is not by Ma Ma's side, he can't put his painting skills down, he has to practice well, if he waits for him to go back, the painting is better, Ma Ma will be very happy?

Thinking like this, the little one's little hands drew faster on the ground.

Kou Yongjun came back from outside, and when he stood far away, he saw a small mango sitting on a small doorway.

She was slightly stunned, she thought that the little guy would run, but she was still sitting here obediently, with his identity as a little prince, and so smart, he would definitely be able to run home, but the little guy was actually painting obediently.

She walked over, and the little mango looked up at her, because of the sun, the little one's big eyes were slightly squinted, and it looked like a little kitten.

"Grandma, are you back?" The little guy threw away the wooden stick in his hand and threw himself into Kou Yongjun's arms, Kou Yongjun actually bent down subconsciously and caught him.

The little guy stretched out his little hand and pulled the bag in Kou Yongjun's arms, and when he saw it, it was actually a small drawing board, a stack of drawing paper, and then two lunch boxes.

The little guy looked at Kou Yongjun happily and said, "Grandma, are you going to buy me a drawing board?" ”

Kou Yongjun coldly carried him into the room, threw him on a chair, threw the sketchpad to him, and then opened the lunch box, "Eat first." ”

Little Mango nodded obediently and took the lunch box and ate it.

Originally, Kou Yongjun thought that the little mango would not be used to eating this boxed lunch, and bought him a bunch of small snacks, but he didn't expect that the little guy actually finished eating all the boxed lunches.

When Kou Yongjun went out to throw the box of the lunch box, he saw two people painted on the ground at the door, a child, and a person who looked a little older than the self-motivated, looking at the clothes, it was her.

Kou Yongjun's hand holding the garbage bag tightened, and the little mango ran out of it, looked up at Kou Yongjun, and said with a smile: "Grandma, look, I don't paint a portrait, this is me, this is you." ”

Kou Yongjun looked at the person in the painting, and the adult took the child's hand and asked, "I have never held your hand." ”

As soon as the little guy stretched out his hand, he grabbed Kou Yongjun's hand, and said with crooked eyebrows: "Isn't this just pulled, grandma, I'll go with you to throw out the garbage." ”

The little guy dragged Kou Yongjun and ran towards the trash can in front.

Kou Yongjun followed, the corners of his lips slightly curved, but he quickly regained his composure.

After throwing away the garbage, Little Mango took the drawing board to paint, Kou Yongjun sat there in a daze, her biggest hobby was to be in a daze, fantasizing, if there was no fire, how good it would be, her child is still there, even if she is divorced, she has a child.

Little Mango finished painting a picture, it was a house, a not very big house, but there was a chimney, and there was smoke on the chimney, and there was a fireplace in the house, and there was a fire burning in it.

The round table in the room was full of people, and there was a table of dishes on the table.

Little Mango pointed to the person on the painting and said, "Grandma, look, this is our family, this is Baba, this is Mama, this is grandpa, this is grandma, and this is you, this is my ......."