My child's father haunts me

Chapter 179 I'm Not Me Anymore (10)

"Shenqian, your father's surgery was successful and he is recuperating now." Mo Suyuan said to Zhang Shenqian.

"Where are they? You didn't tell me last time!" Zhang Shenqian was also very happy that his father was fine, so he asked curiously.

"In Dali." Mo Suyuan said.

"So far?" Zhang Shenqian didn't understand how he got to Dali.

"The climate there is the most suitable for your father to recuperate." Mo Suyuan looked at Zhang Shenqian and replied lightly.

"Oh." Zhang Shenqian nodded, but it was too far away, and it was not convenient for her to visit.

"Your father said you don't need to go, it's troublesome and can't be of much help, so they will only live there for half a year." Mo Suyuan said, to reassure Zhang Shenqian.

"..." Zhang Shenqian frowned slightly, "How could someone like my dad accept your help? You don't even know each other." Zhang Shenqian asked suspiciously.

"... I'm a person who likes everyone I see!" Mo Suyuan joked, he and his father knew each other, and they got to know each other very well on the day they went to the hospital.

"..." Zhang Shenqian couldn't help laughing, "Fortunately, you have the capital to be narcissistic!"

"This is not narcissism, it's the truth." Mo Suyuan also smiled.

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"I want to see what you drew of me!" Zhang Shenqian said, she was really curious about how Mo Suyuan drew her.

Mo Suyuan looked at Zhang Shenqian meaningfully, and led Zhang Shenqian to the study room with ease, Zhang Shenqian turned off the TV, and followed Mo Suyuan upstairs.

It's an oil painting, which shows Zhang Shenqian sitting on the bed and falling asleep. Zhang Shenqian thinks the scene is very familiar, but he can't think of it, and he doesn't know when Mo Suyuan painted it.

Mo Suyuan didn't explain, but he drew it based on the photo of her that he secretly took on his mobile phone, that is, the day Zhang Shenqian was kidnapped and his whole body was covered in chicken feces.

So this painting is specially made for Zhang Shenqian.

It's not flattery, Zhang Shenqian really thinks that Mo Suyuan's paintings are very beautiful, especially beautiful, the colors are soft, the sun is warm, not dazzling, everything is so just right, "Have you ever learned how to draw?" Zhang Shenqian asked.

"After studying for a few days, just draw if you have nothing to do." Mo Suyuan stood behind Zhang Shenqian, with his hands in his pockets, looking very casual.

Zhang Shenqian stood in front of Mo Suyuan, the corners of his mouth always had a beautiful curvature. Zhang Shenqian saw that Mo Suyuan had left a blank space at the bottom of the painting, and wrote "Deep and shallow, just right" at the very corner.

Zhang Shenqian turned to look at Mo Suyuan, "Can I write?" Zhang Shenqian asked.

Mo Suyuan nodded, and Zhang Shenqian turned around when she got the consent. After thinking for a while, she walked to Mo Suyuan's desk again. She wanted to write with a pencil, but there were only a few pens, so Zhang Shenqian took it. He picked up the pen beside Mo Suyuan's desk and walked back.

After Zhang Shenqian finished writing, he closed the pen, turned his head and smiled at Mo Suyuan, and handed the pen to Mo Suyuan.

Mo Suyuan looked at Zhang Shenqian, but didn't take the pen, "Your handwriting is beautiful, just like the person." Mo Suyuan said.

Zhang Shenqian blinked at Mo Suyuan, is this a compliment to her character and person, thank you!

Mo Suyuan touched Zhang Shenqian's head, "This pen is for you, and I will write my name several times every day when I have nothing to do." Mo Suyuan laughed.

"Why?" Zhang Shenqian was a little confused. Writing and writing is a good thing, but why did you write Mo Suyuan's name?
"I'm afraid you miss me too much, so I ask you to write my name a few more times." Mo Suyuan said so seriously, which completely defined Zhang Shenqian.

"..." Zhang Shenqian pouted, Mo Suyuan was too narcissistic.

(End of this chapter)