The president's favorite: little friend, you are so sweet

Chapter 116 You Entered My Painting
Qu Jimeng ignored her at first, but after hearing this and her constant teasing, he laughed and said, "Ah...don't scratch me, baby, let's go to the study to do our homework."

"That's right...but..." Garbo stopped after hearing this.

Why do you have to do homework again!

Last night, the happy party to send off the two little ones didn’t end until after 12 o’clock.

Now, when she thought of those perverted homework on the weekend, she couldn't help frowning.

Especially next Wednesday there will be a cherry blossom exhibition, and her work has not yet been revealed.

"I remember that this weekend you are not going to write a weekly diary, but also draw a landscape painting for the spring cherry blossom exhibition?" Qu Jimeng shrugged gracefully to remind this forgetful and procrastinating baby.

"Wow! Brother Mengmeng, you remember my homework very clearly, but—" the little girl asked with a smile while eating a snack with her chin propped on her chin, "I don't think I told you about our class' homework, did I?"

"This... just forget it if you said it yourself." At this moment, Qu Jimeng changed the subject: "By the way, baby, the weather is so good today, let's take the easel to the cherry blossom tree to draw."

Naturally, he would not seek death. Frankly speaking, it was because her home-school communication was installed in a secret folder on his mobile phone.

As long as there is any movement in her class, he will grasp it immediately.

Ha ha.

Jia Bao didn't pay attention to the smug expression that flashed across Qu Jimeng's face at all.

I clapped my hands, wiped my mouth, and ran upstairs to remove all the drawing tools.

The old man was walking in the manor with his hands behind his back, and he saw two little guys by the lake in the distance chattering about how to draw for a while, with joy on his brows.

But there was also something tugging at his heart.

For a long time.

The old housekeeper walked over as if nothing had happened, looked at the two people sitting by the lake, and then looked back at the old man with penetrating eyes, "Old man, you haven't made up your mind about that yet, have you?"

"Well... I don't know how to say it."

"But the young master is not too young, can you tell him some things directly?"

The old man frowned and thought for a while: "Since Jing Huan is so persistent, how about I find a chance to find out Mengmeng's tone?"

"The young master is the eldest master of the Bo family after all... In the future, if Master Jing Huan has someone he likes and gets married, won't he be able to give grandpa grandchildren to you?"

"That's right, but Jing Huan is in the army—"

All day long, you are facing a group of men, and the matter of getting married is still a fantasy.

"But old man... I heard that Master Jing Huan wants to bring the young master to the army..."

"I heard about it."

The old man became more worried.

The son insisted on changing Mengmeng's surname back to his original surname for a while, and if he wanted to take him to the army in the name of an uncle...

It's hard to say about the Bo family.

Although he, a bad old man, doesn't care much about his children and grandchildren.

"Hehehe..." Jiabao laughed happily by the lake.

"You're brave enough. Dare to smear my face—" Qu Jimeng didn't need to look in the mirror to feel that his face was smeared into color by the little girl's film.

Jia Bao was sitting on the chair, holding a watercolor pen in his right hand pretendingly, "Brother Mengmeng, why don't I draw you under the cherry blossom tree, so that the students watching the art exhibition will know that you are included in my painting."

"Think beautifully."

Qu Jimeng walked to the lake, looked at his painted face reflected in the lake, and gritted his teeth sweetly and said viciously.

"But I'm already drawing you standing under the cherry tree."

The little girl rushed back to him sweetly and smiled.

(End of this chapter)