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Gu Ping only came to see Shen Chaosheng for a few times. After seeing this, she took Gu chaoluo to go out to visit the tourist city.

"Does Chaosheng want to go with her aunt?"

Shen Chaosheng, dressed in a snow-white sweater, politely smiles at Gu Ping and shakes his head. He points his head to the room not far away and refuses to finish his painting today.

Gu Ping didn't say much. She patted him, and Shen Chaosheng gently hugged him and went out with Gu chaoluo.

Shen Chaosheng closed the door and went back to the studio. He watched the paint spread all over the floor, and a scroll of artistic beauty showed in the intricacies. He bent down and picked out some unfinished paints on the painting board. He sat in front of the painting board barefoot and continued to create.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang again.

Shen Chaosheng, whose thoughts were disturbed, sighed and threw his brush. His face was a very cold expression with his lips closed.

It was his mother, Xiao Yun.

"Oh! Tide

Ms. Xiao Yun is wearing a mink coat, a white down jacket, and a circle of snow-white fluff around the neckline. She looks like a lady.

Ms. Xiao Yun, who is 48 years old, can't see that she is the mother of a 25-year-old. A large round earring dangling from her ear keeps shaking with her movements, reflecting the lights in the corridor on Shen Chaosheng's face.

Shen Chaosheng moved his face with some headache, gave Xiao Yun a deep look, and turned into the room.

"Shen Chaosheng, is this your attitude towards your mother?"

Xiao Yun looked at Shen Chaosheng's indescribable expression and followed him into the room.

"Clothes hang at the door. There is a clothes stand at the door."

Shen Chaosheng was lying down on the sofa. He didn't have a gentleman who was decent and polite when he was entertaining Gu Ping.

Gu Ping was not surprised by his lazy appearance. She came and sat down on the sofa. She reached out and ate a piece of Matcha cake from the table. After eating, she patted Shen Chaosheng's head with her hand and commented, "this cake tastes good. Who bought it?"

Shen Chaosheng didn't even look at it and said, "I don't know."

"Tut!"

Xiao Yun stretched out his hand to pinch Shen Chaosheng's face and was beaten away by a carp.

Shen Chao lives in two sofas to jump up and down, jumped to the sofa opposite Xiao Yun, curled up and sat down.

"The pastry was brought by editor Xu last time when he came to get the manuscript. He said that the cake was distributed by the company, and every writer and painter had it."

Xiao Yun ordered his head and took a piece to eat. He smashed it with satisfaction and said, "this thing tastes really good."

Shen Chaosheng leaned on the sofa and bit his fingers for a while. When Xiao Yun began to eat the fifth cake she had entered, he was finally fed up.

He pulled over the plate of cakes on the coffee table, reached out his finger and knocked twice on the table.

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

Xiao Yun smashed a few mouths, mumbled a "really stingy" clapped his hands and raised his legs.

Shen Chaosheng looked at his mother and took a deep breath. He was about to get angry.

"I just came to see you." When Xiao Yun saw that he was good, he put his legs down, sat upright and set his posture.

Shen Chaosheng was silent for two seconds. His jaw line was stretched into a beautiful line because he was biting his teeth.

"Play by yourself."

Shen Chaosheng got up and was about to walk into the room.