In the whole painting, there are twenty-one people, plus one prosperous wealth, but they can't make up a "person".

It turns out that in the eyes of Porridge, are they just such an ugly egg?

A painting of porridge makes everyone start to doubt themselves.

Seeing that they didn't say anything, Zhuo Zhu blinked, tilted his little head and asked, "What's wrong? Is it not that what I painted is good?"

She looked a little disappointed.

She has been painting for a day.

"It looks good.         " Qin Lie spoke first.

The others also looked over silently, silent.

Facing their eyes, Qin Lie picked up the little girl without changing her face, and said without blinking: "The painting is great and auspicious. Our family will definitely be together in the future."

"Yeah!" Zhou Zhuo regained her confidence, lit her little head hard, turned her head and looked at the others.

Qin Ren put down his glasses and made a second speech, "The porridge is really high-level, at the master level."

How could he praise it?

After hearing this, the master had to say overnight that he was not a master.

When everyone looked at it again, they still had those twisted lines, and they still couldn't tell where they looked like humans.

Could it be that porridge is an abstract and artistic style?

If you insist on saying this... you can't be able to get a high-end one!

Several people twitched their mouths. He blinded his eyes when he did an experiment. It was time to change his glasses.

Facing their contemptuous gazes, Qin Ren's expression did not change at all, and he looked at the porridge with a smile.

Zhu Zhu patted the fat little hand and said, "Brother is so great. I like you the best!"

Can this work?

Hearing this, Grandma Qin said unwillingly: "I also think the porridge is very good, this one is drawn..."

She rushed to speak, but suddenly forgot the words and got stuck. Seeing her granddaughter looking at her, she quickly pinched Grandpa Qin quietly and asked for help with guilt.

Grandpa Qin lowered his voice and said, "The future is promising."

"That's right!" Grandma Qin said loudly, "Our porridge is so small, and we draw it so well. We will definitely have a bright future in the future."

Grandpa Qin nodded and gave a thumbs up: "Very talented."

Hell talent?

Everyone's mouth twitched, and they couldn't believe it was their real father.

I remember when they won the first prize in the World Painters Competition, they didn’t see him praise him.

However, they didn't have time to complain. When they saw Zhuozhu turn his head to look at them, they hurriedly thought about their own words and wanted to say them first.

The later it goes, the harder it is.

Listening to their praises becoming more and more distorted, the earthly spirit was spoken out in the end. Qin Nan and Qin Bei were all stunned and looked at the painting in a daze.

Qin Bei shouted: "This is obviously..." It was so dirty that it was not as good as bullshit!

Before he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly came. He turned his head and saw Qin Ren take off his glasses and look at him carelessly.

He suddenly tightened his skin, and the back of his neck seemed to be grabbed by someone, unable to move, and said stiffly: "It's awesome, I've never seen such a beautiful painting!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Ren put his glasses back on.

Well, his glasses are dirty and he absolutely has no intention of threatening his younger brother.

Absolutely not.

Zhuzhu didn't know how difficult it was to her family. When she heard their praise, she became so arrogant and swelled up.

I remembered the elder brother who told her that you should be humble in life. She quickly grinned to the corner of her mouth behind her ear and pressed her mouth.

Xiaopang's paws were right, and he twisted Xiaopang's body and said embarrassedly: "Actually it's not that good."

She didn't know that she painted so well and everyone liked it so much.

She was so excited that her little breasts turned red and said loudly: "I want to draw one for everyone and hang it in your room!"

Don't let them down!

Hearing this, everyone took a breath.

Is it still time for them to refuse?

Obviously it's too late.

There are grandpa Qin and grandma Qin staring at them, among them are two mad demons, Qin Lie and Ye Lingfeng, as well as Qin Ren, the girl who controls the threat of removing glasses, and below, there are the look of Zhuzhu and this little breast dumpling, who can refuse this.

Come on, who dares to refuse?

never mind.

Everyone surrendered and sat obediently on the chair opposite the monkey, waiting for her to draw for them.

The porridge started to draw with the brush.

Finally, Wangcai was pulled and drawn by her. She happily handed it to it, touching its big head and said, "Wangcai, this is you, do you like it?"

Wangcai "tui" and said, "What a ugly comparison, you dare to touch me?"

"Oh, I like it so much." Zhou Zhuang smiled even happier. When Wangcai was happy, he liked to lick her. This made him saliva, and it was the same as spitting directly.

Zhuzhu was so happy, "Wangcai, I'll ask my dad to frame this painting tomorrow, and you can hold it when you sleep."

Wangcai: "!" I refuse!

However, the whole family was reluctant to tell the truth, which made Zui Zhu sad. The only one who told the truth was that Zui Zhu couldn't understand it.

So, Guan Zhu naturally thought that her painting was great!

Anya looked at her little daughter and smiled so hard that her stomach hurt. She leaned weakly in Ye Lingfeng's arms.

Ye Lingfeng held her shoulders, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

He looked down and closed.

He moved too fast, and Anya didn't even see the content above clearly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Lingfeng shook his head, "It's okay."

After guessing something, Anya's smile slightly lowered, she stood up, looked at him and said seriously: "Honey, if you have something to do, go ahead and do it first. I know what you do is a big thing, it's very important.

I understand."

Ye Lingfeng held her hand, "It's really okay. I want to spend more time with you, with Chen Tuo and the others here."

Seeing that he insisted, Anya had no choice but to lean back.

I just sighed softly in my heart, my eyes drooped slightly, and I felt a little guilty, that it was she who dragged him down.

"Don't think too much." Seeing her emotions, Ye Lingfeng hugged her a little tightly and whispered, "I'll go out tonight, can you accompany the porridge tonight?"

Anya nodded, not asking him what he was going to do, “Be careful.”

"Yeah, don't worry."

As the two of them were talking, not long after, Zhuozhu ran over and hugged her family portrait of the four of them.

"Mom, look, this is a family photo of our family. With you, I, Dad, and my uncle, I have a mouth for you."

Anya lowered her head, and she also had an abstract style of porridge. If you don’t say it, you can’t tell that she is a person.

However, she took it carefully, "Can you give it to your mother?"

"Of course." Zhou Zhuo crawled onto her lap, kissed her on the face, and arched her little head in her arms, "My one is my mother."

Anya felt warm in her heart, turned her head to look at her husband, feeling extremely happy.

In the evening, the porridge washed herself so fragrantly, wrapped herself in a bath towel and crawled into Anya's arms, telling her what happened in the kindergarten today.

Suddenly she remembered something, she raised her head and asked, "Mom, do you have any wishes? Or do you have anything you want to do?"

This was asked suddenly, but Anya still understood what she meant.

She wanted her to leave with a happier heart, without regrets.

Of course she was happy when her daughter coaxed her.

After thinking about it carefully, Anya nodded, "There is really one."

"What?" Zheng Zheng's eyes lit up.
Chapter completed!