My baby is three and a half years old, and I am the favorite of all the wealthy families.

Chapter 297 A dark painting

The big white goose made no sound, and the only goose was holding a drawing paper in its beak.

It ran up to An An's cub's father in one breath, and with a swipe, spread the drawing paper on the smooth and clean floor tiles.

"Quack! Quack!" The big white goose flapped its wings and shouted excitedly, touching the drawing paper with the tips of its wings from time to time.

Qin Haochen couldn't understand what it was quacking, but he could judge its intention from the words and deeds of the big white goose.

He frowned slightly and asked tentatively, "Are you going to let me see this painting?"

The big white goose nodded its fluffy little head vigorously: "Gah!"

He is indeed the father of the smart An An cub!Just as smart!

Qin Haochen calmed down and moved his eyes to the painting on the ground.

It is a painting made with a black paintbrush... a jet black painting.

It is completely impossible to guess what the specific content of this painting is. It is very abstract and tests your eyesight and imagination.

Qin Haochen was silent for a few seconds and then asked uncertainly: "Did you draw this?"

"Quack!" The big white goose looked very proud, proudly stretching its thin white neck.

This goose is awesome!I can also draw!
Qin Haochen fell into silence again.

Even though he has a high IQ and can easily control any field, at this moment, he was completely stumped by a painting of the big white goose.

Mr. Qin and Mrs. Qin stood up, walked over, and looked at the painting on the ground curiously.

Mrs. Qin's expression was subtle and she looked at her husband: Did you see anything?

Mr. Qin shook his head blankly: he could see black stains from the brush one after another.

It was like a stain accidentally smeared on the drawing paper while holding a paintbrush. They really didn't see anything.The white goose was originally in a proud mood, but after seeing the silence of An An's cub's family members, it suddenly became a little anxious.

It stepped on a corner of the drawing paper with its feet and flapped its wings: "Quack! Quack!"

Ben Goose draws so clearly!So clear!Why don't you understand it?
It was anxious and angry, and stepped hard with its feet, making a snapping sound.

Even Mr. Qin, who had never been able to communicate with the big white goose, could see that the big white goose was very angry now.

Mr. Qin whispered close to his wife's ear and muttered: "Xiaojin, it seems to be angry with us. It draws like this. Who can understand what it is drawing..."

Mrs. Qin looked embarrassed and said to the big white goose: "We really can't understand your painting."

She said it politely, but actually she didn't understand it at all.

"Quack!" The big white goose was so angry that he was about to burst into flames.

Suddenly, it thought of An An's cub's master.

The big white goose's flexible body passed through the bottom of the dining table, accurately bit Chu Tuolin's trousers, and pulled twice, "Gah!"

Chu Tuolin was not afraid that the big white goose would bite him, but he was indeed frightened.

He looked at the Qin family, "Do you want this goose?"

Mrs. Qin understood Big White Goose's intention and immediately said to him: "Teacher Chu Youlin, can you help us take a look at what this painting is about?"

Chu Youlin also heard the "conversation" between President Qin and Big White Goose just now. Furthermore, they are Xiaonaituanzi's family members, so they naturally would not refuse: "Okay, let me take a look."

He stood up and walked toward them, then stopped in front of the pitch-black painting, lowered his head, and studied the content of the painting carefully.

(End of this chapter)