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Chapter 1262 My daughter is too smart, my father is suffering!

Nangong Luo raised his head and looked in Xiao Yu'er's direction, just in time to catch Xiao Yu'er lowering his head and deliberately drawing.

Nangong Luo understood her care clearly: Xiao Yu'er must have been staring at him just now!

Nangong Luo walked slowly towards Xiao Yu'er, walked to her table, and found that her painting was half finished.

Xiao Yuer's paintings are very simple, with bright colors and clear images.

Big trees and houses, as well as adults and children standing among the flowers.

This painting looks familiar...

In order to find a topic with her daughter, Nangong Luo asked, "Xiao Yu'er, what are you drawing?"

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yu'er also deliberately perfunctory him, so she said two words: "Huahua."

what to draw?
draw.

Does this mean the same thing?

I don't know if Xiao Yu'er misunderstood it on purpose or really didn't understand.

Seeing with his own eyes that Xiao Yu'er painted the figure of an author under the eaves with gray hair, Nangong Luo suddenly remembered that he had seen a painting when he was packing up his grandfather's belongings.

Under the eaves is an old man, and among the flowers is a man and a woman holding the hand of a little girl. The whole picture is full of warmth and tranquility, as well as happiness and joy.

Looking at Xiao Yuer's painting now is the same as that painting.

The difference is that in this picture, there is only one mother beside the little girl, and the other half is blank except for an obvious place.

It's not that Xiao Yu'er can't draw, but...she doesn't want to draw.

Nangong Luo suddenly understood!

He intentionally asked Xiao Yu'er: "Xiao Yu'er, doesn't it seem unharmonious to have such a large space next to the little girl in the painting?"

Xiao Yu'er raised her head, tilted her head and asked two words, "Is there?"

Nangong Luo: "..."

The daughter is too smart, and the father feels bitter!

Seeing Xiao Yuer's serious question and innocent eyes, Nangong Luo knew that she did it on purpose.

Nangong Luo, who wholeheartedly wanted to be in the top position, never gave up lightly.

He has the cheek to coax his daughter to draw his own!

"Xiao Yu'er, look, generally speaking, there must be a father and a mother next to the child, so that it looks good."

"Ke Yu'er doesn't have a father."

"You have!" Nangong Luo firmly said two words, and at the same time pointed to himself and poked his heart, "Xiao Yu'er, you will know how to draw just by looking at me."

As expected, Xiao Yuer raised her head and stared at him carefully, as if she was observing and thinking seriously.

Just when Nangong Luo thought her plan had succeeded, Xiao Yuer shook her head, and then closed the picture book.

Nangong Luo's heart: "!!!"

"Xiao Yu'er, your paintbrush is so beautiful, did your mommy buy it for you?"

Xiao Yuer explained: "It belongs to a classmate."

Because she changed a schoolbag when she went out today, and accidentally left the paintbrush at home, other children borrowed her a box.

"..." Nangong Luo tried hard to keep a smile on his face.

"Tomorrow, ask your classmates where they bought them. Daddy will send you a box. No, you can choose as many boxes as you like."

"Yu'er has a box at home."

"..." How did I never know that a three-year-old could speak so sharply!

"I just heard from your Ruo sister that you want to go to a dessert shop to buy cakes, right? Daddy will take you there later."

"The cake is for a classmate, and Mommy bought it for me."

"!!!" Nangong Luo finally understood that her daughter did it on purpose.

But his once so considerate daughter suddenly rejected him, which really made him a little sad.

"Little Yu'er, do you...hate me?"

(End of this chapter)