Song Cheng and Liu Qianzhou went home hand in hand, and they heard cheerful laughter in the hall at the door.

Liu Qianzhou and Song Cheng looked at each other, and Liu Qianzhou smiled: "The two children are here." ”

"If you want to stop arguing, go back to your room after dinner." Song Cheng Road.

"Don't, those two kids are quite old and can communicate."

What she means is that children who are already able to communicate, say it well, how can it be particularly skinny? Besides, it's not a boy.

Song Cheng looked at her with surprise in his eyes: "It seems that you like them a lot." ”

"Of course, I like good-looking kids." Liu Qianzhou said with a smile.

This is the reason why she can't dislike Liao Baolai.

Even if Liao Baolai is a father, she is a little disgusted, but Liao Bao himself is smart and delicate, and the good-looking child is really annoying.

Song Cheng covered his heart: "In the future, our children must be more like you, their appearance is not high, and they can't get your favor, I am very worried." ”

Liu Qianzhou couldn't help but laugh, "It's okay for a boy to be like you, but if it's a daughter, it must be like me." ”

She likes beautiful children and hopes that her future daughter will be beautiful too.

When I entered the hall, I happened to see the children standing and kneeling on the coffee table and drawing.

And the pen and paper that drew was hers.

The smile that Liu Qianzhou originally had on his face sank in an instant.

Her drawing paper is specially treated, and the brush can't be messed around, which may not be used anymore.

Moreover, the new drawing paper is pressed under her finished original manuscript.

Song Cheng didn't notice that his wife's mood had changed, because the children over there had already greeted him at the first time.

"Second uncle, come and see if my painting is good?"

Song Cheng rarely showed a gentle smile, walked over there, and half-squatted between the two children.

"What is this drawing?" Song Cheng asked with a smile.

"Goblins." Song Meiyan immediately rushed to explain.

Song Cheng was stunned: "How do you draw that?" Not afraid? ”

"Don't be afraid, we like it."

Sister Song Meixian took out the original painting: "We are printed with this painting, amazing." ”

As soon as Song Meiyan took out the original painting manuscript, Song Cheng's heart jumped, this is his wife's painting, right?

During his honeymoon some time ago, Liu Qianzhou has been making up for European myths.

Because she took on the project is the concept design of a large-scale game in the United States, including scenes, characters, etc.

The game is a noir-style action game with a reimagined setting based on Celtic mythology.

Because it is mainly in black style, Liu Qianzhou hand-drew a lot of sketches when he was inspired during his honeymoon, and he also saw some of them, such as the chilling corpse full of tree branches, and the monster with a hideous and deformed face.

Song Cheng also said at the time that she would only take on projects with positive sunlight in the future, and that's all, so that she could sleep well at night after painting?

Of course, Song Cheng can't participate too much in Liu Qianzhou's work, so he only occasionally glances at it, and after he comes back, he rarely cares about the progress of her game project.

Looking at these things drawn by the two girls today, Song Cheng intuitively told him that something was wrong.

Raised his eyes at the moment and looked at Liu Qianzhou.

Unexpectedly, Liu Qianzhou's face was already green, and he stood there motionless, forcibly holding back his anger.

Song Cheng was shocked, and hurriedly took the original painting in his hand, quickly opened the wasted paper on the table, and found the original painting pressed underneath.

Seven scenes, twelve character designs, one by one neatly in the hand, like a frightened bird, ready to meet the storm from his wife.

He held the work, his face was really not good-looking, he stood in front of Liu Qianzhou with guilt and guilt, and he didn't know what to say when he opened his mouth several times.

Song Cheng is afraid that in front of Liu Qianzhou, he is afraid that only in front of Liu Qianzhou will he have such a lack of confidence.

Out of the kitchen came a slender young woman with a clean and tidy face. is not as delicate as Liu Qianzhou, but it has a little more virtuousness of a woman from a good family, and she is the type that you can know at a glance that she is a good wife, a good mother, and a diligent and thrifty housekeeper.

The woman's name is Cheng Qinlan, and she is one of Song Jiang's girlfriends who have been dating.

Bringing people back to the Song family today is enough to show that Song Jiang is in love with him.

And the girlfriend who said before that she was going to take the wedding of Song Cheng and Liu Qianzhou has obviously been abandoned by Song Jiang.

Cheng Qinlan's face was not complacent after successfully ascending to the throne, but showed gentleness to the fullest.

When I came out of the kitchen, I saw two people in the hall.

Without asking, you can guess that it is Song Cheng, the heir of the Song family, and his new wife Liu Qianzhou.

Cheng Qinlan didn't think about what kind of people Song Cheng and his wife were, they hadn't met each other, and of course they couldn't make it up.

But when she saw it now, she never thought that such a powerful character would be like that in front of his wife...... Beware of cowardice.

This shouldn't be, I heard that Song Cheng's newlywed wife is not noble, but she is just a little capable.

Why did Song Cheng face Liu Qianzhou like that?

Cheng Qinlan can't understand it, is that Song Cheng? Could it be some housekeeper of the Song family, or a brother in the second room?

Song Cheng raised his hand, but saw that many of the drawings on his hand had been stained by the children with pen and ink.

This is scanned into an electronic version, and no matter how much you do with it on the computer, it cannot be restored.

So Song Cheng really didn't have the confidence to return the painting to Liu Qianzhou.

"Why don't I let someone take care of it and send you an electronic version? Your original manuscript is only for future exhibitions, and I will find someone to repair it for you in some time. Now you have to submit the manuscript, only the electronic version is used, right? Song Cheng said with insufficient confidence and a face full of embarrassment.

He knew how angry it was to be trampled on his work, so he didn't say a word for the children.

Liu Qianzhou was so angry that his fingers trembled, but he couldn't vent it.

"So, Boss Song thinks, who has the ability to restore my paintings?" Liu Qianzhou's tone was hideous, and his eyes were cold.

Song Cheng understood that his wife was really angry.

"That'...... What can I do for you? Song Cheng asked.

Liu Qianzhou bared his teeth and sighed deeply.

Can she get angry in front of a child?

The Song Meiyan sisters are not ignorant children, thirteen and eleven years old, they already have their own thoughts, her tone is wrong, and the two children are afraid that they will have to remember it for many years.

She turned around, her face instantly collapsing.

"You can do it yourself." Liu Qianzhou said coldly, and then went upstairs.

Liu Qianzhou didn't see the newcomer's face standing outside the restaurant, but she really didn't have the heart to care about anyone at the moment.

Song Cheng looked at his wife, who was trying his best to contain his anger, and watched her throw her back and go upstairs, but he didn't dare to catch up, and stood in place with an ugly face holding the sketch.

Song Meiyan and the sisters finally found out that they seemed to be in trouble, and hurriedly surrounded the second uncle left and right.

"Second uncle, is the beautiful aunt angry? We took her paper and brushes, and she got angry, right? Song Meiyan asked in a low voice.

The younger sister was much less courageous than the elder sister, and Song Meixian hurriedly explained the matter.

"Second uncle, I told my sister that I wanted to paint, and my grandmother took me to the studio, and my grandmother gave it to us."

Song Meixian looked at the second uncle after speaking: "What I said is true, Yanyan, do you say it quickly?" ”

Song Meiyan nodded, "Well, we saw a lot, so we took a little bit of drawing paper." That, second uncle, we'll return the brushes to the pretty aunt when we run out, can you help me talk about it? Let the pretty aunt not be angry. ”

Song Cheng blocked the two children and asked with a calm face, "Grandma took you to the studio?" ”

Song Meixian stood still, but the younger sister behind Song Cheng shook her head, it was they who entered the studio by themselves and saw too many amazing paintings, so they wanted to paint on a whim.

When I got home, my grandmother reminded me not to go to the second uncle's side.

The second floor is two large areas, one side is where Song Jiang lives, and the other side is where Song Cheng lives.

Song Cheng adjusted the layout, and the four rooms became two large independent rooms.

When the two children came back, they inevitably walked upstairs, pushed the door and entered the studio, the study room of the studio was spacious and bright, and there was a shocking and domineering book wall, which was like a princess's castle, which was very novel for the two little girls, how could they not move something?

The child wants to draw, can he be satisfied with being a grandmother?

Seeing so much spare new drawing paper, I got some.

That's a lot, it's okay to take some, right?

The matter doesn't seem to be serious, but didn't Liu Qianzhou stab her twice in the heart?

Song Cheng didn't see his sister's shake because he was asking his sister.

Song Meixian stood motionless, and Song Cheng was angry.

"Why don't you speak? Did grandma take you to the study? ”

I have qi in my heart, and I can't control my emotions when I speak, and my voice is raised a lot.

Song Cheng was already serious by nature, and this black face was even more terrifying.

Adults can't face Song Cheng's black face, let alone two children.

I only heard the two children cry loudly with a "wow".

This cry, the cry grew louder and louder, and one after the other.

Cheng Qinlan, who had been standing at the door of the restaurant, was also frightened, and the two ancestors actually cried when they got into trouble.

I didn't care about anything, and hurriedly ran up to coax it.

The eldest lady who was helping the kitchen sister-in-law in the kitchen heard her baby granddaughter crying, and her heart was pinched.

I finally came back once, but when I came back, I actually cried and ran out in a hurry.

"What's wrong? What happened, why did you cry, oh my baby, why did you cry Yanyan, grandma hugged ......"

The eldest lady didn't care about the color of her granddaughter's hands and body, and directly hugged the little granddaughter who was crying sadly.

But after all, the child is older, and he really can't hold it, so he can only lean down and hold the child.

"Meixian, what's the matter, why are you crying?"

The eldest lady watched her granddaughter cry, so she didn't feel distressed.

Then he raised his eyes, and the only adults present were his son and Cheng Qinlan, who came to the house today.

"What's the matter with you? How do you look at the child, why does the child cry like this? You are not responsible for the children at all, how can I ask Jiang'er to hand over the two children to you? ”

The eldest lady raised her eyes and accused Cheng Qinlan, leaving her face at all.

Standing on the side was his son, and of course his anger was the first to vent his anger to outsiders.

Cheng Qinlan was taken aback, but was accused by the eldest lady of not explaining half a sentence, swallowing all the explanations back into her stomach and burying her head in training.