love without formula

Chapter 297 Little Treasure's Thoughts (4)

Allen went out, Xiao Bao sat still in front of the easel, frowning slightly.After a while, the little hand changed the painting again, revealing the character just now——

This morning, he drew it based on the memory of last night. Although it doesn't look like it, it still has a three-point similarity. "Even the teacher said you are father...but why did you come to me and mother now?"

Xiaobao looked at the painting, as if looking at Feng Che with displeasure!Suddenly, he covered the painting with the paper just now!She raised her mouth, "I don't recognize you! I just don't recognize you!"

He was not in the mood to draw anymore, so he walked to the piano, climbed up the chair, played a few times on the piano with his little hands, and stopped again.Then I flipped through the books on the bookshelf, and found that I couldn't read a word, so I threw it away angrily with a sullen face.

The little feet stomped on the ground to vent their anger——

Turning around for more than an hour, I learned nothing.

Downstairs!
As soon as he went out, he heard laughter from the living room downstairs.

And that "father", he blinked, curiously stayed at the corner of the stairs, listening to the conversation of the adults.The more he listened, the little face became more tense, and the topic revolved around him. The adults talked about his embarrassing things so happily!
Think about it, fortunately there are more "glorious" days, who told Xiaobao that I am smart?whee.

"Should I go down now?" Xiaobao tilted his head and thought.At this time, I heard my mother's voice, "Stop talking, it's ten o'clock. After a while, Xiaobao will come down. He won't be happy to hear what we said."

Xiaobao shrugged her nose, mother really understands me...I'm not happy now.He quietly ran into the study again, and then opened the door vigorously—so that it was easy to hear from downstairs.

He stomped on the stairs again, pretending that he didn't hear it just now.With a small face raised, he glanced at the adults downstairs, as arrogant as a spoiled prince.

(End of this chapter)