"Who kills who doesn't have to say! Don't be fooled when the time comes! ”

After the exercise was done, Xiao Libao sat on the swing with her mother with a water cup, Xiaohua had just climbed from the swing to Liu Yunxi's lap, and she hadn't slept enough, she yawned lazily and stretched her waist, curling up into a hair ball on Liu Yunxi's knees.

Tang Jingtian had simply taken a shower, changed his clothes and went out to work, and Tang Ming also went to school.

The corners of Xiao Libao's lips were stained with crystal water stains, and he watched the blue ash on his grandfather's face slowly dissipate and gradually glow red.

Her two short little legs swayed back and forth.

"We won't bother your grandfather, and then mom will go back to the room to draw the design, do you want the baby to be together?"

Liu Yunxi had just finished exercising, the corners of her forehead were still stained with a little sweat, and her hair was sticking to her cheeks, which made her even more glamorous, she had just put down her tied hair, and her straight and smooth black hair was fragrant, so that the pink little guy couldn't help but reach out and grab it.

Tang Li's white and tender little face puffed up, and nodded vigorously.

"Mom, don't worry, Lili is very well-behaved and never mischievous!"

Well! That's it, it's not empty at all!

Don't forget to go over mysteriously: "There is also work to be done by Lili!" ”

Xiao Libao said that the job is naturally to draw talismans, she wanted to set up a fortune-telling stall before, although in the end it was different from what she expected, but now she is also a businessman.

All she could think of was drawing talismans.

The most resources she had in her hands now were the rune paper and cinnabar that she had brought out of the Taoist temple.

And drawing symbols is not ordinary and just write something to draw something useful, which also consumes the energy of Xiao Libao, and generally draws up to ten sheets a day.

to the room.

Little Libao sat on a soft blanket, and in front of her was a small table that was just right for her, on which her things were placed.

Tang Li carefully waved her fingers and counted.

In the end, it was found that there was still a gap between the ideal and the reality.

Even if it is a small feng shui metaphysical shop introduced by an acquaintance, it is impossible to support so many businesses at once.

The most important thing is that their family has a big business, people are thriving, and Xiao Libao is calculating, and the rune paper drawn after a day's work today seems to be not enough for the family!

Xiao Libao sighed softly, held Xiaohua in his arms, and the brush was stained with cinnabar and began to put down the pen.

The room was quiet, save for the slight rustle of the tip of the pen against the paper.

Liu Yunxi was also busy with the work in his hands, and he didn't forget to look up at his little baby.

I saw her well-behaved and skillful, honestly holding a brush to paint and paint.

Although she can't recognize the things drawn by Xiao Libao, it doesn't prevent her from thinking that her baby is really a good baby.

How many of other people's five-year-old babies are so well-behaved?!

When a picture is more than half completed, there is a gentle knock on the door.

Tang Jingtian opened the door in a suit shirt and leaned in.

The cold eyebrows and eyes instantly softened when he saw his wife and daughter.

"Alright, don't be busy, it's time to eat."

Little Libao looked up in confusion.

Seeing her parents looking at her, they were all stunned, and then they all laughed out loud.

The little pear treasure on his cheek that he had accidentally drawn crooked his little head.

"What's the matter?"

Tang Jingtian held back a smile, stepped forward to hold the little guy up, and walked to the bathroom.

Tang Li found the pen and ink on her cheeks in the mirror.

Her eyes widened, and some of her cheeks turned a little red.

She stood on the small high stool specially equipped for her in the bathroom and waited for her father to wash the towel and wipe her face, and did not forget to emphasize it embarrassedly and seriously.

"It's an accident, I've never painted a pear on my face before."

"Okay, okay, I know the little flower cat."

The corner of the tall man's lips leaked a smile, the cuffs were pulled up above the forearm, revealing a thin layer of strong forearm muscles, and the warm wet towel suddenly covered Xiao Libao's face, with a father's exclusive clumsiness, which wiped her a little dazed.

The whole gnocchi was sluggish.

"Pear is not a little cat!"

She's going to make trouble!

"If Lili is a little flower cat, then Dad is a big flower cat!"

What kind of cat do you care?

Tang Jingtian thought in his heart, carefully continued to wipe Xiao Libao's face, wiped his hands by the way, and casually dealt with a few words of this childish milk, and took the person out to eat.

He is too tall, and Little Libao is so small.

The extreme contrast between the father and daughter amused Liu Yunxi, who was standing on the side and watching the father and daughter get along.

At the end of lunch, Tang Jingtian has been rotating continuously for the past few days, plus he has to deal with the follow-up of the assistant, and he has already been tired enough.

In the evening, Tiantang Zishu had to come over, but Tang Jingtian simply didn't go to work in the afternoon, and asked the secretary to send him directly online if there were any important documents that he had to choose.

So in this study, from the mother and daughter in the morning, to a family of three.

Tang Li struggled to lie on the small table and pinch the strokes, and Liu Yunxi continued to improve his design draft.

When the last stroke fell, Liu Yunxi moved his wrist and looked up stunned.

Tang Jingtian had been sitting on the sofa before, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.

And his good daughter, who was lying next to her father with a pen, drew carefully and very seriously.

If you just look at her serious little expression, you can't really guess what she's doing.

"Pear?"

Liu Yunxi whispered.

This sound made Tang Li's subordinates a little unstable, and the pen was suddenly off.

Little Libao turned around, pinched the pen and shushed at her mother.

"Lili is helping Dad become a big cat, Mom, you wait for Lili for a while!"

Liu Yunxi approached, only to see what kind of virtue Tang Jingtian had been painted.

A king was drawn on the head, but the painter seemed to remember that he had drawn a cat and not a tiger after finishing the painting, and lightly painted the king off, fainting into a circle, and then the little cub continued to draw patterns out of the corners of his eyes, and then continued down, and then to the beard on the cheeks.

One of them turned out to be weird because of the fright she had just made to Little Libao.

Seriously, since Liu Yunxi met Tang Jingtian when she was in college, she has been watching this man show all kinds of calm appearance, even when chasing her, she is unhurried, Su is terrible.

She had never seen it, and she never even thought that Tang Jingtian would look like this.

is a cold and calm old cadre, who was painted by his daughter as a character in a comedy drama.

"What more?"

Little Libao tilted her little head and thought carefully.

"Give him some more patterns, there are too few patterns to suit him."

Liu Yunxi smiled and gave his baby a bad idea.

But in the end, he was watched by two people.