Chapter 929 The Car Has No Mouth
Gu Yichen stared at his two-year-old son, who was looking at himself eagerly, and returned the drawing paper to him.

"I'm just worried that you killed his interest." He explained unhurriedly.

"What about me?"

Mu Wanyu snatched the drawing paper, and looked at it carefully again. No matter how you looked at it, it was just a duck, and she stretched it out in front of him: "Isn't this pretty good?"

I only heard Gu Ziqian say aggrievedly: "Father, Mom's drawing looks like a car."

Gu Yichen patted his head, and patiently explained: "Son, cars don't have mouths."

Mu Wanyu listened to the father and son talking to each other, and wished to overturn the table. Is the recognition of her paintings so low?

Just a watercolor.

After hearing what Gu Yichen said, Gu Ziqian looked at the drawing paper again, and it was indeed so.

"cut."

Mu Wanyu gave them a blank look, and left in anger.

Gu Ziqian was dressed in the clothes of a little yellow duck, stood on a chair holding a drawing paper, and asked Gu Yichen seriously: "Dad, what's wrong with Mom?"

"Mom is hungry."

After finishing speaking, Gu Yichen hugged Gu Ziqian onto his lap, "Ducks are not drawn like this...."

After about 1 minute, a cute little yellow duck was born.

Gu Ziqian couldn't bear it any longer, his eyes widened, and he excitedly said to Gu Yichen, "Dad, little yellow duck!"

"Like it."

"like."

After a pause, Gu Ziqian turned his eyes to the table again, and asked Gu Yichen, "Dad, what did Mom draw?"

Gu Yichen stared at Mu Wanyu's painting for a while. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think of the adjective: "Maybe it's... the little yellow duck."

Gu Ziqian lowered his head, imitating the steps that Gu Yichen taught him just now and drew one. Although the lines are distorted, they are more recognizable than Mu Wanyu.

"I'm going to show my mother."

After finishing speaking, Gu Ziqian was about to crawl down along Gu Yichen's legs, but was put on the ground by Gu Yichen.

The little yellow duck ran out of the study door wagging its tail: "Mom, look at the little duck I drew."

Mu Wanyu was scrolling through Weibo on the sofa, when she heard Gu Ziqian's voice, she turned her head to look at him: "Didn't you finish the drawing?"

Mu Wanyu took the duckling he handed over, and suddenly her eyes lit up, it was really a duckling, and it was very cute.

It's just that the lines are a bit distorted. Could it be that Gu Yichen deliberately drew it like this?
"Is this drawn by Dad for you?" Mu Wanyu asked.

"This was drawn by Ziqian." Gu Ziqian said dissatisfied.

"Did you draw it?"

Gu Ziqian's clear eyes looked at Mu Wanyu eagerly, indicating that he painted it himself.

Mu Wanyu immediately embraced him excitedly, and asked in disbelief, "Son, did you really draw this?"

"En." Gu Ziqian nodded seriously again.

"Son, you are amazing! You are much better than your mother."

While Mu Wanyu was talking, Zhao Yi hurried in, "Ma'am, Miss Su is hospitalized."

"What?" Mu Wanyu stood up from the sofa when she heard the news.

Gu Ziqian didn't know why, so he also looked at the front with a look of astonishment, as if he couldn't find what he noticed.

"It happened in the apartment in the urban area." Zhao Yi explained.

"How are people?"

"It's not life-threatening, and it's undergoing surgery."

After Zhao Yi finished speaking, he coughed: "I probably won't be able to get out of bed for a week."

It's not that Mu Wanyu has never had this kind of experience, and she probably understands what's going on.

(End of this chapter)

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