It's so sweet, the little uncle is addicted to her

Chapter 72 Good Baby, Explain Well

Yan Shang coughed lightly, and managed to distance himself a little, "Eat, eat, thank you baby."

"Well, I don't know how to do complicated ones yet, you can teach me later."

Yan Shang tilted his head and kissed her again, "No, baby, you don't need to learn, I'll do it for you in the future."

"I heard that cooking together can enhance the relationship between two people and improve..."

"Okay! Tomorrow is Sunday, just free!" Yan Shang immediately changed his words.

A smile flashed across Lin Qin's eyes, "Well, let's try it."

"My baby's cooking must be delicious!"

There was a lot of breakfast, Yan Shang's own portion and Lin Qin's unfinished portion all went into his stomach.

A small piece of egg shards was reluctant to leave, and the dinner plate was cleaned up.

Lin Qin stared at him with his chin resting on his shoulders. The love in his heart was like a new shoot. After a long incubation period, it suddenly broke out of the ground in recent days and grew wildly overnight.

"Baby, what are you doing now?" Yan Shang hugged her cutely.

Lin Qin had no choice but to take the figure pendant, throw the tableware into the dishwasher, and said, "Go upstairs."

"Okay! Take the baby upstairs!" Yan Shang picked her up and strode forward.

Lin Qin was carried around by him every day, and he hugged the man's neck reflexively, and instructed: "Go to the audio-visual room."

...

An area was cleared out on the big carpet where I usually sit and play games, and two stands and painting utensils were placed on it. Two pure white short sleeves of different sizes were fixed on the stands. The purpose was self-evident.

Yan Shang's arms were amazing, and he sat down with his arms in his arms.

Lin Qin moved from his lap to the carpet, sat in front of him, wrapped in his arms, and opened the paint box.

"What are you going to draw?" Yan Shang couldn't help rubbing her ear, becoming more and more addicted to intimate contact.

Lin Qin squeezed out the paint and handed him a pen, "Uncle, I'm the one who drew it for you, and you draw one for me too."

Yan Shang stared at the child's slender neck, his voice hoarse: "Okay, I will do whatever the baby says."

Lin Qin glanced at him sideways, supported the carpet and moved to the side, "Then let's draw face to face, and then read each other's content after drawing."

"No!" Yan Shang pulled her back, wrapping his arms around his slender waist, "Baby, I can't, you have to teach me, let's draw one by one, all together."

"Alright." Lin Qin smiled back at him, adjusted the paint and began to write, "Fabric paint tends to smudge on the fabric, and the brush should be crisp, but you can also use the light color to compose the composition."

With a wave of her wrist, the first dark color boldly fell on the belly of the clothes, and then the tip of the pen turned to complete a nose-shaped pattern.

"What does the baby want to draw? A kitten? A puppy? Or a bear?" Yan Shang rested his chin on her shoulder, his face full of satisfaction.

Lin Qin stopped for a while, continued to draw, and said lightly: "Draw you."

"Me?" Yan Shang raised his eyebrows, and continued to watch as the features of a big dog became more and more clear, viciously biting the teeth marks on the little girl's ears.

"Baby! Is this the image in your heart?"

"En." Lin Qin's ears trembled, and he leaned forward slightly.

Yan Shang naturally covered himself and followed, "Don't hide from me. Baby, please explain why you drew Uncle as a dog!"

Lin Qin's skill was extremely steady, and he could not stop writing. He asked with a smile, "Uncle, shouldn't you reflect on this yourself?"

"I don't, I want you to tell me."

"Oh." Lin Qin stuffed the brush dipped in dark paint into his hand, "Can you wash brushes?"

"Yes." Yan Shang took over and urged, "Say it quickly."

Lin Qin smiled, and said while adjusting the light-colored paint: "A dog is clingy, likes to be affectionate, and likes to stick and touch, isn't it you."

"Hmph." Yan Shang snorted softly, washed his pen and posted it again, "Then you've already said that, so it's not too much to bite you."

"I've already bitten it just now." Lin Qin hid to the side.

"What's the relationship between just now and now?" Yan Shang played a rogue, nibbling on the side of the child's neck next to the edge of the collar of the home clothes.

Lin Qin had nothing to do with him, but endured the itching and inexplicable numbness, and used painting to divert his attention.

Seeing that she didn't refuse, Yan Shang began to push forward, brushing away Lin Qin's long hair, and kissed delicately on the back of her neck.

"Uncle!" Lin Qin was so troubled by him that he couldn't draw anymore.

"Well, I'm here, baby." Yan Shang restrained himself in time, and returned to the posture of resting his chin on his shoulder and watching her draw seriously.

Lin Qin licked her lower lip, said nothing, and quickly completed the image of the light brown dog on the clothes.

She pushed Yan Shang's arm, and the man moved the stand consciously, bringing another piece of clothing closer.

"Baby, what do you draw on your clothes?" Yan Shang asked.

Lin Qin: "Listen to you."

"Listen to me?" Yan Shang's eyes turned cold, obviously distracted.

Lin Qin gave a warning look sideways, "This painting is up to you."

Yan Shang let out a muffled laugh, and rubbed his face to flatter him: "Thank you baby, let's draw a cat."

Lin Qin said "hmm", "Do you behave well?"

"No! You are not allowed to draw Maine." It's okay to rob him at home every day, but you still have to wear it with your clothes?Yan Shang couldn't stand it.

Lin Qin thought for a while, "What about the Muppet cat?"

"Okay, the puppet is beautiful and suitable for you."

"Then let's raise another puppet cat." Lin Qin said casually.

Yan Shang: "..."

"No, no, baby, it's enough for you to have me and Kuaiguai, it will be sad if you find a younger brother and sister for Kuaiguai."

Lin Qin was amused by his tone, and raised his hand to guide the pen, "Let's see if you can draw this one well. If your drawing is not beautiful enough, I will add a puppet to my birthday present." cat."

"...I'm serious about drawing." Yan Shang ground his molars and raised his serious attitude, "Baby, can you teach me by hand?"

Lin Qin smiled and agreed: "Yes." It's really interesting to see Uncle Yan deflated.

The white and slender hand rests on the outside of the man's big hand, guiding him to paint from the light-colored area, outline the outline, and add details little by little with great patience.

"How is it, baby?" Yan Shang was a little nervous looking at this puppet cat, which was obviously rougher than a dog.

Lin Qin pursed her lips, looked up and down pretending to be serious, and said slowly, on the verge of impatience, "It's not bad."

Yan Shang let out a breath like he was alive after a catastrophe, and wiped their hands with wet wipes.

After wiping, I thought again, "Baby, you said it's not too bad, is there any reward?"

"Reward?" Lin Qin raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, reward uncle for kissing you more, or spending more time with me next week, or something like that."

"I don't spend enough time with you?" Lin Qin wondered.

"It's a lot, it's not...you always sat so far away from me the week before, and you could only see if you couldn't hug you. I'm almost suffocated." Yan Shang lowered his brows and eyes, really like a big dog acting coquettishly.

Lin Qin was struck by his appearance, and followed him: "Okay, next week's after-school time is all yours."

"Hey! Thank you, baby!!" Yan Shang's mood turned from cloudy to sunny in an instant, he bowed his head to kiss her, and asked after a while, "Baby, what shall we do next?"

(End of this chapter)