On the sketchbook, the smooth lines outline two figures, one large and one small, leaning together intimately.

Yan Chengchi could easily see that the person who painted Hanhan was Xia Changyue.

The little guy painted very similarly, he smiled happily when he was hugged by his mother, but the look on Xia Changyue's face was Yan Chengchi's strange spoiling.

He had never seen her in front of a child, but the painting made him think of her in his mind.

Yan Chengchi paused slightly, and reached out to turn to the second page of the picture book.

At a dining table, Xia Changyue was sitting, but the little guy pouted his little buttocks, leaned over to her, held her face with both hands, and kissed her on the cheek, and opposite their mother and son, there was a tall figure......

Although there is only a back, the simple outline of the lines is enough to see that it is a man.

The picture of a family of three made his eyes dim and his eyes became indifferent.

Just about to turn to the next page, his eyes were attracted by a pink pig under the table.

A very warm family of three, but there is a pink pig lying under the dining table, chubby, with a bow on her head, like a little girl, very cute.

Although it was hiding under the table, there was still a pile of food in front of it, and a string of crystal saliva hung from the corner of its mouth......

Inexplicably, it makes people want to laugh.

Looking at this pig, the corners of Yan Chengchi's mouth couldn't help but smile faintly.

Flipping back, it is all Xia Changyue's portrait.

It can be seen that the little one loves his mother very much.

Most of the picture books are full of mother's sketches, some smiling, serious, and even crying......

Looking at the mother in the eyes of the three-year-old child, Yan Chengchi's heart shook slightly.

The long fingers slowly swiped over the drawing paper, as if trying to wipe away the tears on the drawing paper, and the black eyes were filled with emotions that no one could understand, deep and dark.

On the last page of the book, there was an unfinished sketch of the photograph he had just sent him.

That gesture of victory.

But next to it, there is also a figure, tall and indifferent...... Just a few simple lines can make people feel the strong feeling of rushing towards them.

The little one drew him......

He only sketched a simple outline, and he didn't have time to finish it.

It turns out that in the eyes of the little guy, he is such an almost cold image.

Yan Chengchi closed the painting book, Wei'an's body leaned back on the back of the chair, his long fingers bent slightly, and he knocked on the table for a while.

After a long time, he took his mobile phone, opened it> "Your picture book is here with me." ”

Putting down the phone, in his mind, he inexplicably remembered every painting in the little guy's sketchbook.

Finally, I was slightly stunned.

Suddenly, he sat up straight again, reached out and opened the picture book, flipped it down one by one, and his eyes became complicated.

In the entire picture book, there is only one painting of my father, and it is still the back, a very vague figure, and it is not even as clear as the few strokes casually outlined in the last painting.

In the little one's heart, he doesn't seem to like his father.

According to the investigation data, he grew up beside An Chenxu since he was a child, and it stands to reason that he should be very dependent on his father, but why is Hanhan obviously nervous about Xia Changyue, but he doesn't take An Chenxu to heart?

Yan Chengchi's heart moved slightly, and he had an indescribable feeling.

Is this why the little one would rather come to him for help than go to his own father?

The corners of Yan Chengchi's mouth raised, some happy, and some gloating.

When he thought of An Chenxu eating deflated in front of his son, he felt comfortable in his heart.