Spicy wife: Lu Shao, want to hug

Chapter 1384 On Fire
Because of the height of the stool, although Mo Huainan was taller than Lan Jusheng, sitting on chairs of different heights, he looked about the same height.

Taking advantage of Lan Zhitong's painting without looking back, Mo Huainan put his head on Lan Jusheng's lap and said silently: Please comfort me, please hug me.

Lan Jusheng looked a little embarrassed when the people around him looked over.

But looking at Mo Huainan who was lying on his lap, he looked a little tired.

Thinking about these days, in order to make Lan Zhitong accept her, Brother Mo is really trying his best to make her happy.

Take going to the amusement park the day before yesterday as an example, because many items in it are afraid of heights.

Children don't have a fear of heights, but Lanju has it.

So in the end, Mo Huainan basically played with her in all the projects.

Feeling distressed, she stretched out her hand and touched his head, and then touched it again! !

Everyone: "..."

For about half an hour, Mo Huainan's eyes caught sight of Lan Zhitong, who seemed to have painted quite a lot.

Pidianpidian moved the chair and moved closer, completely forgetting how he was abused by his daughter just now.

With a charming smile on his face, he asked, "Zhitong, what did you draw?"

"This is me, this is my mother." Lan Zhitong explained this time.

"Wow, Zhitong is awesome, this painting is already half done in just half an hour."

"I'm done!"

"..." Mo Huainan blinked his beautiful peach blossom eyes, then looked down at the painting on the table, two people, one big and one small holding hands.

The sky is blue sky and white clouds, and there are small flowers and grasses on the ground.

but……

"Xiaotong, did you miss one person?" Mo Huainan reminded.

"No! My mother and I both drew!" Lan Zhitong said shakingly, and then seemed to think of something, and added: "Oh, I really missed one person in the drawing."

Mo Huainan's eyes were shining brightly, as if pink flowers were about to float on them, as expected, his daughter still remembered him.

"I forgot to draw Papa Han. I used to draw him in when I drew. Now that Papa Han has returned to China, I almost forgot."

Mo Huainan only felt that a thunderbolt hit him directly on the top of his head.

This little girl must be angry with him on purpose, but he has nothing to do, and he can't be angry with him, right?
In the end, Mo Huainan moved the stool back to Lan Jusheng's side, again begging for comfort.

Lan Jusheng gently patted his head, and said silently: "Take your time, Zhitong will accept you."

Suddenly, Mo Huainan saw that Lanju's eyebrows darkened suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Mo Huainan asked.

"Did you smell anything?" Lan Jusheng sniffed his nose and asked.

"No!"

Lan Jusheng smelled it again, "No, I seem to smell gasoline."

At this moment, the fire alarm in the gallery suddenly rang.

Mo Huainan's eyes were slightly brightened, it seemed that he really smelled orange.

When the fire alarm sounded, everyone panicked, especially some children who suddenly heard the fire alarm sounded and cried.

Lan Zhitong also dropped the brush in fear and hid in Lan Jusheng's arms.

At this time, the teacher hurried over and said nervously, "I'm sorry parents, there was a fire in the gallery and the radio was broken. The principal asked me to take you to the emergency exit."

Because this painting gallery was originally made of wood, it was very flammable and the fire rose very quickly.

(End of this chapter)