Wu Qiao frowned, and wanted to ask Mother Liu another day.

He Chen's child woke up at this time, looked around blankly, and then sat on the bed and looked up at her.

Wu Qiao smiled at him, glanced at the time, and it was only ten o'clock.

He Chen's child got out of bed with his shoes on, walked to her and sat down, and then picked up a paintbrush and drew on the sketchbook without saying a word.

Wu Qiao sat on the side and didn't disturb him, bored watching him draw.

About fifteen minutes passed.

He Chen's children drew two villains, a man and a woman, and the woman could see that she was wearing a red dress, her face was very beautiful, and she was lying in the man's arms with her eyes closed.

Wu Qiao stared at this painting, and her heart trembled inexplicably, and there was a kind of indescribable strangeness.

He Chen's children also looked at this painting, their eyes were a little dumbfounded.

Wu Qiao muttered, [What is the male protagonist thinking in his head? Is it really good for him to draw a couple with a five-year-old baby? 】

Jin was silent for a while, and replied, [Maybe the male protagonist has watched too much TV. 】

Wu Qiao thought about it and thought it was quite possible, the costume drama that she had been watching during this time.

He Chen's child was in a daze for a while before tilting his head slightly, looking at her, and taking the initiative to say, "Chen Chen is thirsty." ”

Wu Qiao's eyes lit up, and he immediately replied, "I'll pour you a glass of water, you wait." ”

With that, he trotted out of the room.

He Chen's child was stunned for a while, and after waiting for a few minutes, he saw her coming over with a water cup.

"Chenchen drink!" Wu Qiao said.

He Chen's child stretched out his hand to take it, lowered his head and grunted after a while, and drank it all, looking thirsty.

Wu Qiao asked intimately, "Do you still want Chenchen?" ”

He Chen handed her the empty water cup and shook his head at her.

Wu Qiao put the water cup on the desk and tried to talk, "Chenchen, are you hungry?" ”

He Chen's child didn't answer this time, and he didn't shake his head or nod.

Wu Qiao glanced down at the sketchbook, and then asked casually, "Is Chen Chen drawing people on TV?" ”

He Chen's child hugged the painting book into his arms and said solemnly: "Chenchen's." ”

Wu Qiao smiled, "Yours and yours, don't rob you." ”

As soon as He Chen's little friend's buttocks turned, he turned his back to her.

Wu Qiao: "......"

said that he didn't snatch his picture book, how could he still look like he was guarding her.

She coughed twice and asked slowly, "Do you want Chen Chen to go downstairs to watch TV?" ”

Don't, Chenchen don't go down.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wu Qiao continued: "Do you want to go down and play with toys and cars?" ”

He Chen's child pursed his mouth, but he still didn't say anything.

Wu Qiao sighed, and finally understood why Liu Mu sighed every time she saw him.

She really didn't know how to communicate with him at all, and glanced at the progress of the task in her palm.

Zero percent.

Wu Qiao was a little depressed, alas, sad.

Looking at the psychobody that had been facing away from her, Wu Qiao became even more depressed, and said dejectedly: "Chenchen, my sister is gone, and when I was eating at noon, my sister asked you to go downstairs to eat." ”

He Chen's child, who had his back to her, didn't react.

Wu Qiao turned around and was about to leave, when a milky voice came from behind him.

"Jojo."

Wu Qiao subconsciously responded, and then turned his head in a daze to look at He Chen's child who had already turned around.

He pursed the corners of his mouth and looked at her expressionlessly, as if he hadn't called the voice just now.

Wu Qiao asked tentatively, "Chenchen, were you calling me just now?" ”

He Chen's child blinked his eyes and didn't speak.

Wu Qiao instantly felt that she might be hallucinating.