Zhuo Yilan is in a good mood.

Chu Lange put a steamed bun into his bowl, "Don't just care about me, you eat it too." This is a minor illness, and I can get better without taking medicine, not to mention that I have taken medicine. ”

"Uh-huh."

Zhuo Yilan's heart was overjoyed, picked up the steamed bun she clipped, and took a big bite, it really shouldn't be too beautiful.

This is the steamed bun she gave him!

Most importantly, he noticed the subtle changes in her to herself, and while she was in a good mood, the fox's tail couldn't help but.

He threw a wink, raised his chin slightly, and said smugly: "Achu, I have been handsome and heroic since I was a child, are you finally fascinated by my style?" I think...... It should be. ”

The next thing Chu Lange had to do was to pick up another steamed bun and plug his mouth, "Eat, you can't stop your mouth if you have food." ”

Zhuo Yilan's peach blossom eyes flashed, and while chewing the steamed buns, he glanced at her small mouth, "It's the steamed buns that are not easy to block...... Would you like to try the rest? ”

As soon as he looked like this, Chu Lange knew that he didn't have anything good in mind.

I just wanted to say something.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yilan took a step faster than her, lowered his head to her, and quickly kissed her on the lips, "Achu, remember to block my mouth next time, use your little mouth to block it, I will be glad." ”

Chu Lange wanted to take a hand angrily and smashed the steamed bun in his hand in the face.

Early in the morning, flirting with something or something?!

He still doesn't have a bit of a face!

Zhuo Yilan probably saw her flame, bowed his head seriously, and concentrated on breakfast, as if he hadn't done anything and said nothing just now.

If she holds on to it again, it will seem that she is unreasonable and narrow-minded.

Chu Lange treated the steamed bun as if it were him, took a bite hard, lowered his head and drank the millet porridge, and no longer paid attention to the faceless and skinless guy in front of him.

Zhuo Yilan gave her another spoonful of millet porridge, "Madam, don't be angry. You're still sick. It's all my fault, I promise that the next time we have breakfast, I won't kiss you again, okay? ”

Chu Lange still ignored him.

So one coaxed, the other held.

Just like that, we had breakfast together.

Zhuo Yilan's eyes hid a smile, "Achu, how is our son?" I haven't seen my son in a while, so I miss it. ”

"My son is very good, white and chubby." At the mention of his son, Chu Lange finally had a smile on his face, "Do you want to see it?" ”

"Of course."

"Then let me take a look."

“……”

Zhuo Yilan looked down at the thing in his hand.

It was a few portraits of his son, and he also saw that these portraits were from his hands, and the portraits had some old marks, which should have been caused by someone who often took them out to see them, Zhuo Yilan had some surprises, "Achu, you still have them?" ”

These paintings were painted by him in Dayi.

After so many things, I didn't expect these paintings to be thrown away.

Chu Lange smiled lightly.

No one knew about the paintings, which accompanied her through a difficult time.

When she was deep in the mountains, as if she couldn't hold on, she would take it out and look at it for a while, and then carefully put it away.

Zhuo Yilan looked at them one after another.

He looked very carefully, until he saw the last one, and he was stunned again.

This painting is still a small portrait of his son, but it is not painted by him.