Zhou Yuchen's grandfather's birthday banquet was on the weekend, Wen Muyao stayed at Sang Luo's house for the past two days, and the two chatted until late every night before going to bed, and they were very happy, that is, they had to rely on coffee to continue their lives the next morning.

That night, the two of them lay on the bed and watched Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao, who was wearing a hospital gown, sat on the hospital bed, holding a painting and said loudly: "...... Today I painted the sunset, the elephant, and the Aunt Luoluo, this is Aunt Luoluo, is Xiaoyao's painting good-looking? ”

"It's pretty." Wen Muyao deliberately teased him and said with a sad look, "But why doesn't Xiao Yao draw her mother, her mother is sad." ”

"Nope! Xiao Yao has drawn a lot of mothers! Xiao Yao, this is for her mother! ”

After Xiao Yao said this sentence excitedly, in order to prove to his mother that "the most important person in Xiao Yao's heart is his mother", he rummaged through the cabinets and found the painting.

Two minutes later, he spread out all the recent paintings on the bed, and introduced them to Wen Muyao in a cute children's voice:

“…… This is what my mother looks like cooking, and I drew it yesterday morning...... This is what my mother looked like when she was filming, and she drew it the night before yesterday...... And the appearance of her mother riding a horse, uh, Xiao Yao has never seen her mother riding a horse, it was imagined out of thin air, and her mother must look good in a riding costume......"

Wen Muyao's attention was all attracted by Xiao Yao, staring at Xiao Yao's pale but happy little face, and his heart was gradually filled.

Sang Luo looked at a large number of pencil drawings, crayon drawings, and watercolor drawings behind her, and sighed in her heart if her son was so talented in the future...... No, she is an unmarried, how can she have a son?

Just thinking about it, Sang Luo suddenly saw a man in a suit drawn with crayons, the drawing was quite good, and asked casually, "Who is that?" ”

"Oh, it's Uncle Dean's son."

Xiao Yao glanced at the painting, pulled it together with a few nearby paintings and put it away, and said nonchalantly.

Although his face was calm, his little heart was beating fast, for fear that his mother on the other side of the screen would find out that something was wrong.

Yesterday he couldn't help but paint the uncle surnamed Yin again, and his mother has always been reluctant for him to associate with that uncle, and if the painting is found by his mother, it will be broken.

But Wen Muyao had already noticed the painting just now, and he felt that something was not quite right, but he didn't ask too much.

"Okay, it's past nine o'clock, Xiao Yao hurry up and rest, mom is going to wash up and go to bed."

"Okay, goodbye Mom!"

Hanging up the phone, Sang Luo was very angry and didn't find anything, but Wen Muyao was a little worried.

She found the dean's circle of friends, flipped through it, and really saw a photo of the dean's son, a man in a suit who was doing business, but Xiao Yao was not familiar with him, why did she draw him?

"Yaoyao, I'm sleepy, I'll go take a shower first."

Sang Luo found his pajamas, rubbed his eyes, and said sleepily.

The two of them stayed up late two days ago, and today they finally couldn't hold it anymore, and she planned to go to bed immediately after taking a shower.

Wen Muyao also thought about it, said "I'll wash it too", and went to the bathroom with a bath towel.

There are two bathrooms in this house, and Wen Muyao is inconvenient to use Tang Mo's bathroom, so she has been using Sang Luo's bathroom to take a bath for the past two days, and Sang Luo went to use Tang Mo's bathroom.

Wen Muyao came to the bathroom, turned on the shower head and took a bath comfortably, and suddenly heard the voice of the man outside:

“…… I'm so tired, fortunately, the inspection ended early, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to rest on the weekend, how was your busy project? ”