Chief, Love for you is wrong

After dinner, Wen Shuang took the initiative to do the dishes and looked around the room. There was nothing to clean up. Only then did he say goodbye to Wen Jili and Qin Jing with shame and call Zhu Wenli to drive her back to a university.

After dinner, Qin Jing sat on the sofa with her legs curled up. She was dazed. The TV screen in front of her was always on. She dialed the series she usually watched every night, but now she doesn't lift her eyes.

For a while, a small figure climbed onto the sofa and gently pulled the tail of Qin Jing's shirt with his small hand. Then, Xiao Qi's tender voice sounded in Qin Jing's ear, "aunt three, are you unhappy?"

Hearing the sound of Wen Rongqi's tender voice ringing in her ear, Qin Jing restrained her bad temper and stretched out her hand to take Wen Rongqi into the sofa and lean against her, "it's not unhappy. It's just that she can't figure out some things."

Wen Rongqi nodded thoughtfully. He wanted to wake up for a while. He handed the picture he was carrying to Qin Jing. Both sides of his face were a little red. "This picture was painted by Xiao Qi today and given to his third aunt."

Qin Jing suddenly opened her eyes and took the paper handed by Wen Rongqi. It was a black-and-white sketch, which was drawn according to the photo taken by the young couple in the playground for them.

Wen Jili, she, Wen Rongqi and Wen Rongyan are all on it. The scene is more complex, and the lines and layout to be processed when the characters are superimposed together are more cumbersome than ordinary scenes. It's still a little stiff, but it's not difficult to see the mood of the painter.

She sniffed, looked at Xiao Qi's black and white eyes, smiled and touched his head. "Why did Xiao Qi suddenly want to draw this picture?"

"The third uncle said that to cultivate the feeling of brushwork, you can start painting from the characters you are familiar with and feel. I have painted for several months. The third uncle thought it was ok, so he asked me to try to draw other people. Then I found out this photo painting. I have practiced for a month."

Qin Jing was surprised. She raised the drawing paper in Yang's hand, "this is not the first one?"

Wen Rongqi shook his head, "No. I've drawn many."

With that, he didn't speak any more. He dragged the sofa to the ground, put on small slippers, and walked to the balcony. The air on the balcony was fresh and the layout was more comfortable and warm. The two children almost liked to stay on the balcony except for nap and sleep at night.

After Wen Rongqi left, Qin Jing looked at the picture in her hand and sighed. The charm was really painted. She and Wen Jili held a child in their hands. The smile and tenderness in their eyes were handled well by Wen Rongqi.

Qin Jing smiled when she looked at it. Wen Jili, who came out of the kitchen, put down the bowl and cup, came and sat down, took her shoulder, looked at the painting she was looking at, spoiled the paper in her hand, took the bowl to her hand, "drink soup first. I didn't eat much at night."

The temperature of the soup was just right. Qin Jing gulped in and put down the soup bowl. When she looked at Wen Jili and the picture painted by Wen Rongqi, she seemed to be a little shaking.

Qin Jing hugged Wen Jili's arm and suddenly threw a startling thunder, "Mr. Wen, let's make love. I'll give you a baby."

Smell speech, smell Ji left the corner of his mouth to smoke. After putting Wen Rongqi's painting away, he looked at someone coldly with his side eyes. The corners of his lips bent slightly, glanced at someone's already raised stomach and sneered.

"Now I want to have a baby for me. Qin Xiaotu, can you explain who the child in your stomach is?"

Instantly, Qin Jing was in a mess in all kinds of wind

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