Ex-daddy: Mommy is so fresh

Nangong Zhan took his son to the door of the house. As soon as the car stopped, the boys jumped out of the car with their schoolbags on their backs and left with their backs to the man in the car. They didn't have any affection for him at all.

Seeing this, Nangong Zhan's eyes flashed with sadness again, he opened the car door and got out of the car, and followed behind his son.

As soon as Xiao Tianshuo entered the house, several servants came up to say hello to him and brought him a schoolbag, but he ignored everyone and walked upstairs with his schoolbag on his back.

"Master!" Seeing Nangong Zhan coming in, several servants stood aside respectfully and saluted.

Nangong Zhan looked at the little back of his son going upstairs, and asked the servant beside him, "I asked you to find a teacher who can teach the young master, have you found it?"

Several servants looked at each other in blank dismay, then lowered their heads again.

Seeing this, Nangong Zhan obviously knew the answer. Angrily, he threw the car keys away and followed the direction where his son disappeared.

When I came to the room, I didn't see my son. I went to the study, but still didn't see my son. Finally, Nangong Zhan saw him in his small studio.

Seeing him putting his schoolbag aside and drawing with a drawing board, he walked over quietly and stood quietly behind him.

What the son drew was a woman, a woman he drew out of his own feelings, and his appearance, not to mention, was really similar to that woman from before.

Nangong Zhan squatted down, intentionally or unintentionally looking at a pile of sketches drawn next to him. They were all drawn by his son himself. Except for some martial arts comics he loves, the others are from his family of three, but there are many manuscripts , the woman in the painting has no face.

Seeing this, Nangong Zhan's heart felt as if a sharp weapon had been slashed across his heart. The feeling was so uncomfortable that he suffocated.

He has always known that since his son became sensible, what he longs for most is to want a mother, and every time he mentions it in front of him, he always dismisses him with cold words, but he didn't expect how much it would hurt his heart .

Look at the one he is painting now, it looked good at first, but for some reason, he got angry all of a sudden, crushed it to pieces and tore it up again.

Then he repainted, painted and tore, tore and painted, and this happened several times in a row. Nangong Zhan couldn't stand it anymore, so he stretched out his hand to stop him.

"If you can't draw, you can't draw, huh?"

Xiao Tianshuo stared blankly at his father, "It's not that I can't draw, it's that I don't even know what my mother looks like!"

As soon as the words fell, two lines of tears fell down her pink and tender face.

"Daddy, why are you always unwilling to tell me about my mother? I really want my mother, and I really want to be like other children. My mother will pick me up after school every day."

Hearing this, seeing the unstoppable tears in his son's eyes, the man couldn't bear it, he stretched out his long arms and hugged his son tightly in his arms.

"Didn't Dad tell you? Your mother is dead! Why don't you always listen? If you really want one, Dad will find it for you."

Feeling his father's cold voice, Xiao Tianshuo pushed him away abruptly, his eyes dimmed with tears, "Damn it, why isn't there even a picture of her?"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly stood up and stared at Nangong Zhan, "I don't care what you found, I will find it myself, hum!"

"Tianshuo...Tianshuo..."

No matter what Nangong Zhan called, that kid just didn't answer, turned around and ran out of the studio.