Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

"You wait for me here." Ningqiao touched his head, got up and walked out quickly.

Of course, Dr. Wang's examination results are very good. Ning Qiaoqiao is relieved to know that Yu Xing is all right.

After raising in the villa for two days, Yu Xing also completely recovered.

At noon, Yu shaomo came back to lunch with them and said, "there is an art exhibition in the afternoon. Let's go and have a look."

"What is the exhibition?" Yuxing is curious.

He hasn't seen it on TV.

Ning Qiaoqiao looked at Yu Xing, frowned and said, "today? Forget it. Yu Xinggang was fine just now. Don't go out, and you don't have a job. "

"I've arranged my work, and he's not so weak. Dr. Wang said that he needs more exercise to be good for his health." Yu shaomo looked at her and said.

Most importantly, because Yuxing was ill, she also had a very depressed life these two days. She looked cautious at any time.

"Mommy, I'm ok, really!" Yu Xing patted his chest to show that he was strong.

Ning Qiaoqiao looked at him and Yu shaomo, nodded and said, "well."

……

After lunch, Ning Qiaoqiao and his party took a bus to the exhibition hall.

After getting off the bus, Yu shaomo took her and walked inside. Yu Xing walked in front alone.

This is a famous master's painting exhibition. Many people came to the scene, but everyone was very quality and the venue was very quiet.

Ning Qiaoqiao didn't know if Yu Xing could understand the meaning of these paintings, but the little guy looked very seriously, and she didn't bother.

"Is there anything you like? Buy it back and hang it on the wall. " Yu shaomo lowered his head and said in her ear.

His warm breath made her earlobes numb. Ning Qiaoqiao couldn't help avoiding some and said, "well, forget it."

She doesn't have a hobby of collecting paintings. For her, it's just an ornament, but for others, it may be the same favorite art, which should be reserved for those who appreciate it.

"It seems that you can't change your stingy habit." Yu shaomo took her and said.

He is not interested in these paintings, and he just comes here to relax with her.

"Don't I have a good family?" Ningqiao looked over at him.

On her delicate little face, the expression of jiaochen was very lovely. Yu shaomo quickly skipped a dark color in his eagle eyes, held her arm tightly, lowered his head and stared at her and said, "let's go outside, huh?"

After all, after living together for so long, Ning Qiaoqiao certainly heard what he was doing and was speechless.

"Don't do this. Yu Xing is still there." Ningqiao pushed him with a red face.

But Yu shaomo's arms were too tightly wrapped, and she couldn't push them away at all.

"What are you afraid of? His IQ won't be lost." Yu shaomo snorted and said coldly.

Because of the boy's illness, she has rejected him for two consecutive days!

Because her body has just recovered, he hasn't had a good time during this period. Now he can see whether he can eat or not. Yu shaomo feels that he is close to the limit of patience.

"What if something happens?" Ning Qiao's eyes turned pale and Yu shaomo was speechless about his topic.

Yu shaomo's eagle eyes sank and was about to speak. Suddenly, Yu Xing's small voice came from the other side: "Mommy, come here."

"What's the matter?"

Ning Qiaoqiao walks past Yu shaomo's hands.

Yu Xing pointed to a picture in front of him and said, "Mommy, look, there are numbers on it."

"Huh?"

Ning Qiao looked in the direction Yu Xing pointed out. What he saw on the wall was an idyllic landscape painting. The extremely beautiful color gave people a bright feeling.

"It's really a number." Ning Qiaoqiao looked at Yu Xing for a while, lowered his head and said, "how did you see it?"

Although this painting shows the pastoral scenery, the content of the painting is composed of very small numbers, and the painter uses the color very well. If ordinary people don't look carefully, they can't see it at all.

"It's with your eyes." Yu Xing raised his eyebrows.

In fact, he didn't have much feeling about the painting. He only told Ning Qiao when he saw that there were numbers on it and thought it was fun.

"Yu Xing is really powerful." Ning Qiao smiled and touched Yu Xing's hair.

"What's your name, little friend?" At this time, an old man's voice suddenly came from behind.

Ning Qiao turned his head and saw a foreign old man in Tang clothes standing aside, looking at Yu Xing with bright eyes.

"Mommy, what did he say?" Yu Xing pulled laningqiao's clothes.

Because he is too young, he has not started to learn a language. Although he knows that the other party speaks English, Yu Xing can't understand it and can't communicate with the other party in English.

"He asked your name." Ning Qiaoqiao lowered his head and said to Yu Xing. He looked up at each other and said, "Hello, his name is Yu Xing. I'm her mother."

"Yu Xing?" The foreign old man nodded, looked at Ning Qiaoqiao seriously and said, "I'm the author of this painting exhibition. Your child has strong painting talent. Would you like him to learn painting from me? I promise he will be a great artist in the future. "

Ning Qiao was stunned: "this..."

"Really, he only stood here for less than half a minute and distinguished the numbers from so many colors, which surprised me. He is really a genius in painting!"

Foreign old people are eager to tunnel, and even have some enthusiasm in their eyes, as if they can't wait to get ningqiao to agree.

"He can't learn painting."

Yu shaomo came over and grabbed Ning Qiaoqiao's waist with his arm. Without looking at the old man, he walked straight ahead.

Yu Xing looked at their backs and followed them with his legs.

"Oh, really! He's really a genius! He will become a great artist... "

Behind him came the eager voice of the old man.

Ning Qiao turned his head and saw that the old man was anxious to catch up and was stopped by Yu shaomo's bodyguard.

"Do you really disagree with Yu Xing's study of painting? The painter said he was very talented and might become an artist in the future. " Ning Qiaoqiao looked at Yu shaomo and said.

"He has a talent for everything. After all, he inherited my genes!" Yu shaomo raised his eyebrows.

Ning Qiaoqiao: "..." is this narcissism?

It can be seen that Yu shaomo doesn't want Yu Xing to learn painting, and Ning Qiao doesn't say anything.

I didn't expect to see a painting exhibition, but Yu Xing was liked by a painter. Ning Qiaoqiao was also a little sad and laughing.

The three came out of the Convention and Exhibition Center. Ning Qiaoqiao didn't notice his feet when he went down the steps. His body suddenly tilted and subconsciously shouted, "ah!"

The arm wrapped around the waist tightened sharply, and Yu shaomo held her to prevent her from falling.

"Mommy, are you okay?" Yu Xing frowned and ran to her.

"It's all right, hoo, scare me." Ning Qiao calmed down, stood up and spit out his tongue at Yu shaomo.

Yu shaomo looked down at her and was about to speak. Suddenly, the corner of his eye flashed and suddenly turned his head to the other side.