"Yes, I really don't like it."

Eleven put down the pig's trotters in his hand, his good-looking apricot eyes pressed gloom, and it took a long time to squeeze out a smile, and asked softly, "Why?" Why don't you like it? ”

Although Eleven hid her emotions well, Ye Junchen still saw that she was a little unhappy at a glance, reached out and touched her hair, and asked softly, "I want to know?" ”

Eleven nodded, looking at Ye Junchen with watery eyes, looking very serious.

Ye Junchen was amused by her so well-behaved appearance, and lowered his head to kiss her eyebrows.

"I don't have a problem with this painting, but it's a little hard to accept that there is a portrait of a woman other than you in the room."

When Eleven heard this, the gloomy mood just now suddenly gradually dissipated, and his eyes gradually became smiling.

"Ah Ye, do you know why I like this painting?" Eleven ignored the fact that his hands were stained with oil, hugged Ye Junchen's neck, and when he saw him shake his head, he pouted and said coquettishly, "Don't you notice that I am somewhat similar to the woman in the painting?" ”

Ye Junchen was stunned, he hadn't thought about this problem.

At this time, when I think about it, it is really a little similar, no wonder when I see King Xian looking at this painting with such eyes, I feel a little unhappy and even a little angry.

Thinking of this, Ye Junchen couldn't help but chuckle, it was really stupid.

"When King Xian came just now, I saw this painting."

Ye Junchen patted Eleven's body, asked her to sit upright, got up and took down a wooden box from the bookcase where the scroll was placed.

"He wants?" Eleven licked the corners of his greasy mouth, his eyes were slightly cold, and he sneered, "No one is allowed to contaminate this painting except you!" ”

The corners of Ye Junchen's mouth rose, and he gently put the painting into the wooden box and tied it with a rope.

"Put it away first, and if you want to move to the house you bought later, take it out and hang it up."

Eleven raised a bright smile, his good-looking eyes were staring at the other dishes on the table, and his small mouth was sucking one by one with his fingers in his mouth, looking simple and cute.

Ye Junchen chuckled, wet the white cloth in the basin, wrung it out, grabbed the little woman's hand, and helped her wipe the greasy little fingers clean, carefully and tenderly.

"Whew~"

The tiger roar of a white tiger came from outside the door.

Eleven frowned, subconsciously protecting the food in front of him.

"What kind of dog nose is Dabai, every time he comes back with a bite to eat." Eleven complained in a low voice, how much disgust and how disgusted.

Where did the white tiger outside the house know Eleven's thoughts, he directly slammed the door open with his head, walked to the table with a high-spirited look, sat on the ground like a big dog, and stared straight at Eleven's two big eyes, no, the dishes in front of Eleven, and the corners of his mouth made a sound of chirping.

Eleven squinted at each other, slowly turned sideways, turned his back to the white tiger, and happily ate the food in front of him.

Seeing this, the white tiger turned around and sat in front of Eleven again, continuing to stick out his tongue and keep his tongue open.

Eleven curled the corners of his mouth, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and threw it in the direction of the white tiger, obviously deliberately throwing it away, watching the white tiger turn around to eat the osmanthus cake, the chopsticks quickly scraped the meat on the sea bass, and the next moment stuffed it into his mouth.

As soon as the white tiger turned around, he saw that the things on the table had eaten all the things, and then looked at Eleven with his chin raised in victory, and suddenly lay on the ground weakly, drooping his ears, and sighed again and again.

Ye Junchen watched the scene of the little woman and the white tiger grabbing food, and couldn't help laughing, his little lady was really ...... It's so different.