Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 6315 What you sent, I don't like (8)

Neither of them spoke.

The light on the balcony was dim and dim, with a hazy warm tone. The shallow light poured over Nursery Rhyme's body like moonlight. Under the halo, her black hair was curled up, and her already beautiful and gentle face was much more beautiful. Very soft.

Her white swan neck was raised, her thin red lips were slightly pursed, and there were rippling water marks in her eyes.

Standing behind her, Wen Lu was still looking at the snowflakes at first, but after a while, his eyes fell on her, and his whole heart seemed to be slowly melting away.

Watching her intently, he never knew how much he liked her in his heart.

There were hundreds of impulses to hug her, Wen Lu's hands curled up and stretched out, stretched out and curled up again, wanting to hug her, really wanting.

On such a beautiful moonlit night, he wanted to hold her in his arms.

Only now did he understand how much he missed at the beginning. In his previous cognition, what kind of love and love is something that children only play.

He was dead wrong.

About ten minutes later, Tong Yao was tired, so she turned around and walked to her room without speaking to Wen Lu.

Wen Lu's eyes followed her until she closed the door.

After taking the medicine, he also went back to Momo's room.

Unexpectedly, the little guy hadn't slept yet, so he climbed off the bed again, climbed onto the chair, took a pen, and buried himself in drawing.

"Mo Mo, what are you painting?" Wen Lu closed the door.

The little guy is very cute, and Wen Lu's heart is filled with tenderness.

"House table." Momo drew a house with his colored pens.

"Dog." "Dad." "Mother". "Mo Mo."

The little guy was talking and drawing while talking.

Wen Lu walked over and stood beside him: "Shall we go to bed first? It's getting late."

"Not good." Mo Mo shook his head, "I will send my mother off tomorrow."

Wen Lu suddenly understood that Mo Mo was drawing a New Year gift for nursery rhymes.

As soon as his eyes became hot, Wen Lu held his little hand: "Then let's draw together?"

"Okay!" This time, Momo agreed!
The father and son painted together, and drew a picture with great care. This is probably the most complicated picture that Mo Mo has drawn since he learned to paint. There are many elements in the picture, various trees, various small animals.

They have been drawing for a long time.

Finally, Wen Lu taught him to write his name on the corner: Wen Mo.

He conveniently added his own name: Wen Lu.

Below the name is the date.

When it was finished, Mo Moke was happy and danced.

But he felt that it was not enough, so he ran to the cabinet to dig out the newly bought building blocks, and he wanted to give the assembled building blocks to his mother.

Seeing that he was not sleepy, Wen Lu had to accompany him to pile up blocks.

On the way, Wen Lu yawned several times.

Although Mo Mo is small, he has a lot of routines. He already knows that his mother will like it only if he spells out beautiful stars, hearts, and flowers.

The father and son sat on the carpet and worked together for about half an hour, and it was considered a simple pattern.

"Momo, it's time to sleep."

"No." Momo didn't want to sleep yet, he sat on the carpet mischievously, his little brain turned around again.

He stood up suddenly and took Wen Lu's hand.

"Where to go?"

Wen Mo just arrived at Tong's house today, Wen Lu was very curious, where would he take him?

Mo Mo didn't speak, and asked Wen Lu to open the door when he reached the door, and Wen Lu had no choice but to do so.

Everyone in Tong's family had rested, and Momo walked lightly, holding his father's big hand with his little hand, and left along the living room from a long corridor.

Tong's house is brightly lit.

(End of this chapter)