Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

After the meal, Wen Shuang took the initiative to do the dishwashing job, looked around the room, and found nothing to clean up, then said goodbye to Wen Jili and Qin Jing with a shameful face, and called Zhu Wenli to take her back A big.

After dinner, Qin Jing sat on the sofa with her legs curled up, dazed in a daze. The TV screen in front of her was always on, playing the series she usually watched every night, but now she didn't even lift her eyes.

After a while, a small figure climbed onto the sofa, gently tugging on Qin Jing's shirt tail with his small hands, and then, Xiao Qi's immature voice rang in Qin Jing's ears, "Third Aunt, are you unhappy?"

Hearing Rong Qi Nennen's voice ringing in his ears, Qin Jing regained his bad temper, and stretched out his hand to pull Wen Rong Qi into the sofa to lean against, "It's not that he's unhappy. It's just that he can't figure out something."

Wen Rongqi nodded thoughtfully, thinking about it for a while, and when he woke up, he handed the painting in his hand to Qin Jing, his face was a little red, "This painting was drawn by Xiaoqi today, and I gave it to Qin Jing." Third Aunt." [

Qin Jing's eyes widened suddenly, and he took the paper that Wen Rongqi handed over. It was a black and white sketch, based on the photo that the young couple took for them in the playground.

Wen Jili, she, Wen Rongqi, Wen Rongyan, all four of them were on it.The scene is more complicated, and the lines and layout to be dealt with when the characters are superimposed are also more complicated than ordinary scenes. It is still a bit blunt to look at, but it is not difficult to see the mood of the painter.

She sniffled, looked at Xiao Qi's black and white eyes, smiled and touched his head, "Why did Xiao Qi suddenly think of drawing this picture?"

"Third Uncle said, to cultivate the feeling of brush strokes, you can start painting with characters you are familiar with and have feelings for. I have painted Yanyan for several months. After seeing it, Uncle San thought it was okay, so he asked me to try to draw other characters. People. Then I found out this picture to draw. I practiced for a month."

Qin Jing was surprised, she raised the drawing paper in Yang's hand, "Isn't this the first one?"

Wen Rongqi shook his head, "No. I have drawn many pictures."

After finishing speaking, he didn't speak any more. He slid the sofa to the floor with his hands, put on the slippers, and walked to the balcony. The air on the balcony was fresh and the decoration was more comfortable and warm. Except for nap time and nighttime sleep, the two children were almost alone. I like to stay on the balcony.

After Wen Rongqi left, Qin Jing looked at the painting in his hand and heaved a sigh of relief. The charm was really drawn. She and Wen Jili were holding a child in their hands. The smile and tenderness in their eyes were all overwhelmed. Wen Rongqi handled it well.

Qin Jing looked at it and laughed. Wen Jili, who came out of the kitchen, put down the bowl, came over and sat down and hugged her shoulders, looked at the painting she was looking at, and took it from her hand lovingly. Drawing paper, brought the bowl to her hand, "Drink the soup first. I didn't eat much at night."

The temperature of the soup was just right, Qin Jing drank it in one gulp, and when she put down the soup bowl, she looked at Wen Jili at the painting Wen Rongqi drew, and seemed a little dazed.

Qin Jing hugged Wen Jili's arm, and suddenly cast a thunderbolt, "Mr. Wen, let's make|make love. I will give birth to you."

Hearing this, the corners of Wen Jili's mouth twitched, and after putting Wen Rongqi's painting away, he glanced at someone sneeringly from the side, the corners of his lips slightly curved, and glanced at someone's already protruding belly, thin Bo ridicule.

"It's only now that I'm thinking about having a baby for me, Qin Xiaotu, can you explain whose baby you're carrying now?"

In an instant, Qin Jing was flustered by all kinds of wind...