Milk cute group treasure, fathers are fighting for favor again!

Chapter 290 "My daughter is a little angel, you are the monster!"

Jiang Rong touched Xiaoxiao's head.

She said as gently as possible: "Little friend, it's wrong to lie~"

Xiaoxiao tilted her head and asked, "Auntie, why are you talking and lying?"

Little Naituan had an innocent face, and her big jewel-like eyes were full of doubts.

Jiang Rong suddenly felt a little unconfident, frowning and confirming: "This painting is really drawn by you?"

Xiaoxiao nodded, "Yeah! It was really drawn by Xiaoxiao."

The soft tone of the milk dumpling seems to smell of milk, and there is a kind of innocence that people can't bear to question.

Jiang Rong pursed her lips.

She thought, maybe the little girl in front of her did participate in the painting, she just added a few strokes casually, and felt that the painting was done by herself.

Jiang Rong asked: "Which parts of this painting were you painted?"

Xiaoxiao frowned puzzledly, but still replied obediently: "It's all drawn by Xiaoxiao."

Jiang Rong frowned, and wanted to persuade Xiaoxiao not to speak.

Without waiting for Jiang Rong to ask again, Gu Cizhi couldn't stand it any longer, and looked at Cheng Juan with a smile in his arms: "Can you stop taking pictures? Who are these people? How dare you call yourself a university professor! He is culturally literate If you haven’t even passed the test, what books are you teaching and educating people?”

Jiang Rong was a little confused by this sudden change
Su Zhaomu caught a glimpse of Xiaoxiao's frightened look, knew that Xiaoxiao hated quarrels, stood up and looked at Jiang Rong and said, "This painting was indeed completed by Xiaoxiao alone. Your preconceived position is too serious, with prejudice and Xiaoxiao It is really inappropriate to have a conversation and accuse a four or five-year-old child of lying."

Jiang Rong looked at Su Chaomu.

The young man in front of him had thick and long black eyelashes, his thin eyelids and slender eyes exuded a sense of desolation, he spoke methodically in a desolate tone, and every sentence was full of accusations. recognize their own problems.

She glanced at the painting in her hand, then at the smile in Su Zhaomu's arms, "Did she really complete this painting by herself?"

Su Chaomu: "..."

Why do some people just can't listen to what others say?
The same question is asked over and over again, what is the point of wasting life?
Jiang Rong looked at Su Chaomu's lips tightly pursed, with a disgusted look of refusing to talk to her.

She is a university professor, and has always been respected by her colleagues and outsiders. I don’t know how long it has been since I have seen others treat her with such a cold face, and the other party is just a teenager, with extraordinary temperament and outstanding conversation. Her eyes seem to be suppressed by IQ Like a condescending look.

Jiang Rong doubted herself.

Did she really wrong the little girl?
Seeing that the two parties were at loggerheads, Cheng Juan asked a colleague for a videotape, and showed Jiang Rong the picture of Xiaoxiao making a picture.

Jiang Rong looked at the shooting screen, her expression gradually froze.

Seeing Jiang Rong's stiff expression, the friends next to her couldn't help but go forward to look.

In the picture, the red-clothed and snow-skinned little tits are serious about painting, holding the brush in a standard posture, dipping in ink is sophisticated, and the technique of writing is exquisite.

The video is an untouched and unprocessed video. There are long-range and close-up shots of Xiaoxiao's painting, and everything is filmed, so it can't be faked.

Qi Rui'an sighed, "This is a monster!"

Gu Cizhi was dissatisfied with Qi Rui'an's wording, and glared at him, "What are you talking about! My daughter is a little angel, and you are the monster!"

(End of this chapter)