In this way, Zheng Yuanjie followed Bai Lu's house together.

When he got home, because Jun Ye came back first, he had already brought his two children back to his house. Xiao Baozi and Tongtong were waiting for his mother to come back to help take a shower. Jun Ye didn't try to help his wife share the housework, and wanted to rush the two children to take a shower first. However, Xiao Baozi and Tongtong were both afraid of him, especially when he remembered the scene of how he grabbed Tongtong and brushed his teeth last time.

Jun Ye had no choice but to let the two children draw in the living room.

Baozi took the brush given by his sister and drew a small house on the drawing paper. In the house, there were parents and sisters.

Tongtong looked at his paintings while showing her small teeth from time to time and smiled.

Baozi didn't expect that his sister would joke with him like Luo Luo's younger brother. He also boasted that he had drawn something and raised it for his father to appreciate it, saying, "Sister likes it, Dad, please see!"

Jun Ye turned around and saw what his son drew, and he almost fainted.

Finally I understood why my sister Manman, when answering that others had made progress in her art courses, usually had a mute expression of eating coptis chinensis.

"Zhengzheng, what are you painting?" Jun Ye asked.

"House!" Xiao Baozi replied.

Is the son drawing a house? Although Jun Ye guessed that his son wanted to draw a house, the painting was too different from the house. It was crooked and slanted. If he didn't know, he thought the house had been earthquakes.

Jun Ye walked over, picked up the brush, and wanted to teach his son how to draw. However, when he picked up the pen, he found that his mind was blank.

This is all caused by inheritance. If your son doesn’t draw well, can you expect his father to draw well?

"Dad, what do you want to draw?" The little bun squatted next to Mr. Jun's father, his little face full of expectations. He can draw this bun, and I guess what his dad draws is as amazing.

Jun Ye was stared at by his son's two expectant little eyes and sweated heavily.

After reaching out to touch my son's head, Jun Ye stopped showing his ugly face after thinking about it. The main reason was that he still wanted to maintain the perfect image of his son's father in his mind and put down his brush.

"Dad will not draw it?" Xiao Baozi was indeed full of disappointment.

Jun Ye glanced at the quiet Tongtong first.

Tongtong didn't speak when the father and son were discussing, as if she was afraid of his Jun Ye, but she seemed to have seen his Jun Ye's painting skills as clumsy as a bun, so she didn't dare to speak out.

This child is a clever child, comparable to his little niece.

Jun Ye turned around and whispered his son, saying, "Dad will draw it when you have time. Don't you want to eat fruits? Dad will make you a fruit platter."

yeah!

Some people eat it, but Xiao Baozi quickly left the question of whether his father was drawing or not.

Food is the most important thing for the people of the world, and his father is a chef. There is no title that is more brilliant than a chef.

When Bai Lu and Zheng Yuanjie were about to walk to the door of their stairs, they saw Miao Xin walking in front of them. Miao Xin had just returned. Today, in addition to visiting Miao’s father, they also had to go to the spicy and sour rice noodle shop. It was almost the end of the month and they had to pay the bill and pay the salary, which made her so busy. For this reason, Uncle Chen suggested to her that since she was busy, all Tongtong’s admission to school would be left to their Chen family to handle.

Miao Xin quickly thought that he could be with his daughter for a long time.
Chapter completed!