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"Tut, the child is still very angry? You're not working on creation. Why are you so angry? "

When Shen Chaosheng heard this, he immediately stopped and let out a sneer from his nose.

"You are my mother! I'm not creative. What am I doing? Is it reasonable to disturb my creation? "

Xiao Yun knew that Shen Chaosheng would become very irritable when he was disturbed when he was painting. She also thought for a few seconds before she rang the doorbell. If Shen Chaosheng's painting was interrupted, how would she end up.

But when she saw that Shen Chao was born to open the door, all these concerns disappeared.

After all Who is wearing a white sweater when drawing? Do you want to die?

"Your clothes are so white that they are not stained with paint! And why do you paint in white? " Xiao Yun digs the topic away, trying to divert Shen Chaosheng's attention. "Don't you all wear aprons when you paint? The white sweater on you is very expensive It costs nothing to paint and wash? "

Shen Chaosheng looked down at his white sweater and beige light colored trousers, and grabbed a handful of hair impatiently.

"Mom, you don't understand."

"Oh, all right!"

Taking advantage of Shen Chaosheng's inattention, Xiao Yun took another cake and chewed it.

Shen Chaosheng listened to the sound of smashing his mouth behind him, wiped his face and walked into the studio.

He knew his mother's temperament well, and he must walk around his house for a few times before he came to talk to him about business.

So he didn't close the door after entering the studio. He kicked off his slippers at the door and stepped on the white plush carpet barefoot to continue painting.

Xiao Yun saw that Shen Chaosheng really ignored her and went to create. Finally, he took a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth, and quietly walked to the door of Shen Chaosheng's room.

She glanced back at the door of the studio, making sure that Shen Chaosheng had no sign of coming out, she gently opened the door and went in.

As Shen Chaosheng's mother in law, Xiao Yun said it was impossible not to worry about her son's lonely life.

Although Shen Chaosheng doesn't have hundreds of millions of assets to inherit, she still envies others in the community who are about the same age holding their grandchildren around.

She once asked Shen Chaosheng, "when will you have a child to play with?"

Shen Chaosheng replied solemnly: "next life."

"I don't believe it. My son is so handsome and so excellent. She hasn't been chased by girls and has not dated several girlfriends."

Xiao Yun thought in his mind that he had opened the drawer at the head of Shen Chaosheng's bed.

She looked at the picture book full of drawers, blinked her eyes, and then reached out to rummage. After making sure there was nothing in it, she went back to the other drawers.

Five minutes later, Xiao Yun, who had searched all the places in Shen Chaosheng's room, almost fell to the ground in front of him.

As a 25-year-old boy, Shen Chaosheng doesn't have any adult products in his room!

Xiao Yun took a long time to accept the fact that her excellent son had not talked about his girlfriend recently. She walked out of Shen Chaosheng's room and walked slowly to the door of the studio.

"Cough." Xiao Yun coughed gently to cover up her embarrassment, "Chaosheng..."

"Well."

Shen Chaosheng was painting the last few strokes of paint. When he heard the noise at the door, he just gave a perfunctory reply.

"I tell you If you live with chaoluo, you should go out and play with him properly. Sometimes, you can learn from him, you know? "

Shen Chaosheng is immersed in his own creative world. He has no idea about Xiao Yun's words.

Xiao Yun waited for a while and saw that Shen Chaosheng didn't respond. He asked again, "did you hear that?"

After finishing his last stroke, Shen Chaosheng took back his hand, wrote down his signature on the paper, and slowly raised his head.

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

Xiao Yun: "well You have painted with me