Shen Zui chuckled, "Why don't you go quickly?"

"What I wish for."

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Shen Zui bought vegetables for two days, stocked up on some dry food, and quickly evacuated. On the way back, he was thinking about how to tell Huai Mo about this.

In fact, she should be justified. Why should she, a young girl, have to come to serve a man who lives alone? But she is not a thief, but she has a guilty conscience. She has turned over the words in her mind several times, but she can always find something wrong, for fear of

He seemed angry.

Huai Mo was feeling safe. When she opened the door, she saw him standing in front of the desk painting.

When he heard her coming back, he looked up with a very natural smile on his face, "You're back?"

It seems like this is their innate way of getting along with each other.

What model? Shen Zui thought deeply, and four words popped into his mind: ordinary couple.

Such thoughts frightened her, her hands trembled, and the plastic bag fell to the ground. The vegetables were all fine, except for a few apples that rolled on the floor.

When Huai Mo saw her reaction, the smile in his eyes immediately disappeared, and the brush in his hand paused in the air, adding a bit of depth to his gaze.

Shen Zui hurriedly knelt down to pick up the fruit, then ran into the kitchen without saying a word, never looking at Huaimo again from beginning to end.

Shen Zui usually rarely cooks. With Shen's mother at home and Xiao Yao outside, it's never her turn. She does it occasionally, and although she manages to finish it, she moves slowly.

The two of them had one meat, one vegetable and one soup. When they were ready, Huaimo's painting had been completed. They sat quietly on the sofa, so quiet that... it seemed as if they were deliberately listening to her voice.

When Shen Zui came out of the kitchen, he met Huai Mo's deep gaze. In an instant, his thoughts became more solid.

Say it, say it right away.

"Do you remember the son I told you about?" Net Bu Tiao said. Huai Mo said quietly, "Do you want to take a look at him?" Net Bu Tiao said.

"Where?" Shen Zui asked, breathing a sigh of relief.

If his son comes, then she will have more reason to keep her distance from him. This is good news.

Without thinking, Huaimo's answer was to point to a painting hanging there on the desk.

Intoxicated, "..."

He really has confidence in his painting skills.

No matter how much you love to show off your son, you should at least show him a photo.

"Go take a look?" Huai Mo looked directly into her eyes and said again.

It’s just a kid, let’s see what happens?

Shen Zui walked closer and saw a piece of rice paper spread out on the desk. On it, the ink was still wet and the colors were lifelike. The people on it seemed to be stepping out of the painting.

However, there is not only one child, but also... the child's mother

Shen Zui left Huai Mo's home as if he was running away, and slammed the door shut with such force, it seemed that he was trying to draw a clear line between him and her.

Before leaving, she only left one sentence, "An aunt will come to take care of your daily life tomorrow."

Regardless of his reaction.

Shen Zui ran into the elevator and laughed to himself. With his current leg injury, what was she afraid of?

If she had known that she could ignore his reaction like this, then why was she so entangled in how to speak just now?

But at that time, she didn't know that she would have such a big reaction when she saw Huai Mo's wife and children.

That painting shows a young woman in red holding a child.

The child is Huaimo's child.

It's white, tender, and chubby. It's obviously three or four years old, and the baby fat has not faded away at all, making it look like a grown-up swaddled baby.

"It's not good to raise him like this, isn't it?" Huai Mo said solemnly from behind her, "I know, I am selfish. I selfishly want him to be the same as when his mother left him. In this way, in the future

His mother could only recognize him at a glance when she saw him."

"I think she might not recognize me, but if she can recognize our child, then I will have one more chance."

"Actually, she has never held such a big child. The last time she held the child, the child was just one month old. Even this painting was my wishful thinking."

She was indeed right, Huai Mo had the ability to mesmerize people.

His painful and astringent voice slowly whispered in her ears. He talked about his family affairs, but she was just an irrelevant outsider. She listened with tears streaming down her face.

Staring closely at the young woman in red holding the child, tears streamed down her face.

The color is a gorgeous color that she also loves; the smiling expression is a very familiar expression that she often has; and that face, she has seen it in the mirror several times.

"She's really similar to you, isn't she?"

"Shenzui, have you ever wondered about your lost memory?"

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Do you all think that Nan Xiaomi won’t be able to finish writing the ending tomorrow? Do you think so? Do you dare to make a bet with me?...

Let me first explain the appearance of Shenzui. In fact, I will talk about it later. I think there will be many children asking: The appearance of modern Shenzui is different from that of ancient Shenzui. Here is the current Shenzui deliberately painted by Huaimo.
Chapter completed!