The reborn cute baby's wife rushes forward

138 Handover
"dad."

Little Tang Mo is called Tang Yuanxiao.

Tang Yuanxiao hurriedly agreed, "Hey."

"Can you draw?" Little Tang Mo asked Tang Yuanxiao, "Can you draw me? Just like my mother drew me."

Little Tang Mo took out the cartoon that Su Li had drawn for him before, and showed it to Tang Yuanxiao like a treasure, looking forward to him.

Tang Yuanxiao who doesn't know what painting is: "."

Looking at Su Li's lovely and vivid portrait of little Tang Mo, he felt ashamed.

"Dad. Not very good at drawing." Tang Yuanxiao answered with difficulty.

Little Tang Mo blinked, his eyes lit up, "I'm not very good at drawing either, Dad, we are the same."

He smiled and took two pieces of paper, "Dad, let's draw together, you draw me and I draw you."

After he finished speaking, he started to paint with great interest.

Tang Yuanxiao looked at the white paper in front of him, and then at the paintbrush stuffed by little Tang Mo in his hand: "."

Tang Yuanxiao was stunned for a moment, and looked at Su Li for help, but Su Li ignored her.

Little Tang Mo will follow him in the future, and he will have to get used to it sooner or later.

"Xiao Mo likes to draw, let him draw often in the future, he likes it too." Su Li thought, and said softly to Tang Yuanxiao.

This can be regarded as a disguised handover, although reluctant, but there is no way.

Tang Yuanxiao naturally knew what Su Li meant, but he couldn't stop it.

He also liked to hear these words, and was amazed when he heard them.

Little Tang Mo. He learned a lot and liked a lot. Su Li taught him so much?

Tang Yuanxiao, who felt like she knew nothing, was under a lot of pressure.

This pressure was not only given by Su Li, but also by Xiao Tang Mo.

While listening to Su Li's words, little Tang Mo started to draw. Halfway through the drawing, Tang Yuanxiao was anxious to see that he was still a blank sheet of paper.

"Dad, why don't you draw?"

"Just draw, just draw"

Tang Yuanxiao was forced to finally write under Xiao Tang Mo's gaze.

"Is this the sun?"

Hearing Xiao Tang Mo's question, Tang Yuanxiao said, "."

He clearly painted a face.
But Xiao Tang Mo said it was the sun, so let's say the sun.

"Yes, it's the sun."

He replied and drew the sun according to the trend.

"The sun is not round enough. Next time, Dad, you can draw it rounder." Teacher Xiao Tangmo went online.

"Yes." Tang Yuanxiao was stiff and continued to draw hard.

This time I finally drew the face and started to draw the hair.

After drawing a few, little Tang Mo came to see it again.

"Hey dad, did you draw Sanmao?"

Tang Yuanxiao said weakly: "...it's not you."

Little Tang Mo: "."

He looked left and right but didn't realize it was him.

The father and son stared at each other for a moment, then looked at Su Li together.

Su Li was "concentrating" on writing about Xiao Tang Mo's handover, she was worried after all, and planned to tell Tang Yuanxiao all about him.

For example, how far he has learned, small living habits, precautions, and suggestions.

Little Tang Mo's ability as a genius, after entering school, will definitely be discovered. Su Li made a detailed plan earlier, and this time he also wrote it to Tang Yuanxiao by the way.

At this time, there are very few interest training courses for teenagers, but it is not difficult to spend a little time asking someone to teach.

If Tang Yuanxiao agrees, little Tang Mo can develop his morality, intelligence and body in an all-round way.

Little Tang Mo will be a genius physicist in the future, so he must be well cared for and cultivated. In the future, he will benefit society and mankind.

Well, Su Li is not exaggerating.

In his previous life, Tang Mo's household registration was abroad, and he became a treasure of other countries. In this life, he belongs to the country of Hua!
Su Li brushed and wrote, writing in an extremely 'concentrated and serious' way, without looking at the eyes of the father and son at all.

After the two of them went to draw again, Su Li shook her lips vigorously to suppress her smile.

Little Tang Mo was taught to be honest by her, he is an honest and good boy.

The father and son were muttering to each other, and little Tang Mo also acted as a teacher, drawing very lively.

This painting is one hour

An hour later, what Su Li should explain was listed one by one, and there were more than 20 items on three sheets of paper.

The abstract paintings of Tang Yuanxiao and little Tang Mo were also placed on the table.

"Mom, we're all done."

Little Tang Mo said, looking at Tang Yuanxiao's picture, he sighed like a grown-up.

Tang Yuanxiao looked around, embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Su Li looked at the two masterpieces, and the corner of her mouth twitched violently.

She is used to Xiao Tang Mo's abstract paintings. Although the paintings are abstract, they are also full of childishness. It is not an exaggeration to describe them as cute.

But what about Tang Yuanxiao? I really dare not compliment you.

The little Tang Mo he drew, not to mention the resemblance in spirit, has no resemblance in shape.

Without imagination, all want to be realistic, but have no realistic ability, the final result is hot eyes.

Su Li took one look and didn't want to take a second look.

"Xiaomo, teach your dad more in the future." Su Li suggested sincerely.

Teach and teach, you can cultivate feelings.

"En." Little Tang Mo nodded heavily, feeling that there was a long way to go.

"Okay, it's time to wash up and go to bed." Su Li said, looking at Xiao Tang Mo's cat face.

"Yeah." Little Tang Mo nodded obediently, and then went to collect the scattered paper and pens on the table.

These were all taught to him by Su Li, and he had already memorized them.

Tang Yuanxiao, who was also drawn on the tip of her nose but didn't know it, wanted to help, but was stopped by little Tang Mo.

Little Tang Mo glanced at Tang Yuanxiao, snickered for a while without reminding, but just said.

"Dad, you can rest, I will collect it myself."

Mom said, do what you can do to the best of your ability, he can remember it.

Xiao Tang Mo put the paintbrushes into the box one by one, and put away the drawing papers one by one. The ones that have been drawn can't be used, the ones that can continue to be drawn, and the blank papers are neatly arranged. Sort and put away.

Then hand Tang Yuanxiao the personal portrait of Tang Yuanxiao that he drew.

"This is for Dad."

"Hey." Tang Yuanxiao was looking at little Tang Mo in comfort, and immediately took it as if he was a baby.

Little Tang Mo put together Tang Yuanxiao's drawing and Su Li's drawing with a strange expression, and put away his own picture of a family of three.

The table quickly returned to being neat and clean.

When little Tang Mo was cleaning up, Su Li had already poured washing water for little Tang Mo in the basin.

Xiao Tang Mo washed his face by himself, and Su Li helped to watch until all the paintings on his face were washed off.

Then little Tang Mo washed his feet again, looking serious and meticulous.

"Okay, well done." Su Li praised routinely.

Su Li is not like Tang's mother, who said that being good to Xiao Tang Mo is blindly pampering him and not letting him do anything. Su Li is petting for pets and teaching for teaching.

Hands-on ability and self-care ability did not let him down at all.

Xiao Tang Mo's ability to take care of himself is already very good now. He can dress himself, put on shoes, take a shower, wash his hair, and even wash his socks.

This will be left to future generations, and even now, some people may say that Su Li is a stepmother and let the children do these things by themselves, but Su Li has a clear conscience.

Even in future generations, the ability to take care of oneself is basic, let alone now.

Little Tang Mo didn't have the conditions to stretch out his clothes and open his mouth.

Su Li looked at Tang Yuanxiao thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking.

Tang Yuanxiao felt very proud of what Tang Yuanxiao thought.

He was so generous in his praise, "Momo is really capable."

Little Tang Mo was happy but a little shy, "Not anymore."

Tang Yuanxiao patted little Tang Mo's head, feeling very proud of his love.

(End of this chapter)