Su Nan turned around, saw what the little fat man was holding in his hand, and rushed to Su Nan.

"I, I'm sorry I said, it's this."

Su Nan looked down at what he was doing.

It was a painting.

It was half painted by the little fat man, and then added by Su Nan to the painting "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms".

Because of the addition of Su Nan, this painting is very infectious.

At this point, however, the whole painting was flawed.

The paper crumpled as if it had been crumpled and unfolded again.

Su Nan looked down at the little fat man incredulously: "You ......"

The little fat man didn't look over, he didn't dare to look into Su Nan's eyes.

"When I got the painting, I thought it was completely useless to me, because what was painted would never come to fruition. I wanted to tear it up, but I couldn't do it, so I just crumpled it up and threw it in the trash, but it ended up ......"

In the end, he picked it up again.

He didn't know why he wanted to pick it up.

Although the content of the painting is just an unattainable dream, this dream is so beautiful that he still can't bear it.

The little fat man can only rejoice, fortunately he picked it up, fortunately he didn't tear it.

Hu's mother stood aside, and when she saw the content of the painting, she burst into tears for a while.

It was probably at this time that I finally realized how much damage I had done to my children.

Su Nan was actually a little angry, after all, his hard work was so ruined.

But looking at the little fat man's sincere apology, she still decided to forgive him.

Su Nan rubbed his head, "Don't call me an old woman in the future, I'll forgive you." ”

The little fat man was stunned for a moment, and then pouted.

"And what do I call you?"

Su Nan laughed, "Call sister." ”

The little fat man rolled his eyes at Su Nan, "You call me brother, I call you sister, what kind of mess is this?" ”

Su Nan sneered, "Then I won't call you brother, think about it, what should I call you?" ”

Song Tingchuan interjected at the right time:

"Call him Fat Kid."

The little fat man raised his head and glared at Song Tingchuan viciously:

"I'm going to lose weight!"

Song Tingchuan snorted, "It doesn't matter if you're thin or not, you don't look as good as me when you lose weight." ”

Little Fat Man: "......"

The little fat man turned his head and looked at Su Nan with a word:

"Has your boyfriend always been so narcissistic? How did you endure it? ”

Su Nan glanced at Song Tingchuan, who had a black line on his face, and couldn't help but smile: "I'm kind." ”

The little fat man's expression suddenly became very sincere, "You who are kind deserve better." ”

Subtext: Kick this man as soon as possible.

Song Tingchuan rolled up his sleeves.

Hey, this little fart kid is amazing, he is cheap and behaved, and he dares to break him up and his daughter-in-law.

"Do you want to fight?"

The little fat man jumped back in a big wave and looked at Song Tingchuan defensively.

But I probably felt that my current posture was a little cowardly, so I stalked my neck and said:

"If you have the ability, you will fight me in ten years."

Song Tingchuan sneered, "Don't say ten years, give you another 20 years, you won't be able to beat me." ”

When every boy is young, the most unbearable thing is to agitate the law.

Song Tingchuan's words laid the foundation for the little fat man's efforts in the next 20 years.

The little fat man declared war on Song Tingchuan:

"Old man, you wait."

Old man Song Tingchuan: "......"

Who's old man?