Chapter 672

"Affection is your Su family's hereditary coquetry." Make fun of a, Luo Fei son raised hand to pinch next daughter's small face, "how, baby."

Su Yun can't help laughing when she looks at Qingqing who is just like her coquetry. It's like looking in the mirror. It's really fun.

Qingqing tilted her head and didn't know where the two people's laughing points were.

In order to make a good appointment with her father, Qingqing said with a smile: "today, the art teacher left homework for us to draw our parents. I just asked my father, and my father agreed. What about my mother?"

Listening to her daughter's milk voice, Luo fei'er felt that her chest was like a feather brushing, itching, but it was very comfortable. But when she tasted the meaning of the words, she froze her lips, and then glanced at the man sitting on the sofa who was sparing words like gold.

"Do you want to draw mom and dad alone, or two people together?" Lovell asked a silly question that made her want to bite her tongue.

But when she regretted it, her words had already been spoken, so she couldn't take them back.

See Qingqing giggle, and then Jiaoli Jiaoqi said: "of course, two people to draw together, because the title of the painting is my mom and Dad, my mom is really stupid, but stupid lovely."

Well

It's really shy to be called cute by my daughter.

As for being said stupid by her daughter, she automatically filtered that word down.

Luo Fei Er blinked and asked again, "is it OK to just sit there and let you draw?"

Qingqing nodded and said yes.

Luo Fei Er's black eyes blinked and said, "how about mom looking for some photos for you? They are all from Mom and Dad, so it's easy for you to draw, and mom also..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Qingqing drop her hand, a small face wronged.

"Mom said yes, just fine." Qingqing sniffed, a pair of I want to be strong, I am very strong said: "it doesn't matter, my mother is very busy, I know, I can't disturb my mother, I am my mother's little cotton padded jacket."

This wronged, immediately let Luo Fei son's heart split.

Who told their own birth, what can be, of course, is the pet, should be.

"Mom is just playing. How can you take it seriously? No matter how busy mom is, she will stop for you. You are the most important thing." Luo Fei Er squats down and takes Qing Qing Qing into her arms.

She did not see, in her arms, Qingqing face where there is a little grievance, a small face bright like the warm summer sun.

"It's very kind of mother. Qingqing loves her most." The voice of sweet glutinous glutinous, listen to people's hearts are suffused with pink bubbles.

One side of Su Yun looking at this scene, can't help touching his stomach, "if only I could have a daughter." She whispered.

After lunch, Qingqing takes luofeier and suximu to the terrace on the second floor. She makes them sit together and tells suximu to put her hand on luofeier's shoulder.

Luo Fei Er: "I feel like I'm falling into the pit.

One side of suximu smile but don't speak, like a clever puppet doll, listen to the daughter's command, let luofeier also can't see why.

"Mom, when you look up at Dad, you have to smile sweetly, just like eating honey." Qingqing sits opposite them with an easel in front of her.

No matter what the technology is, it's very serious.

Luo Fei son full of words, in see daughter busy and serious look, but all swallowed down.

Qingqing is so serious. It must be for her art work. It's not that she's standing on the same road with someone to dig a hole for her, so it must be her illusion.

On her side, suximu looked at her smiling face in quotation marks and couldn't help laughing: "you'd better not smile like this."

"You mean I have a bad laugh?" Smile ugly, not ugly, don't know, anyway at the moment Luo Fei son's face is very ugly.

Suximu was flat and knew that she had said something wrong.

He didn't understand anything else, but she was not happy. He could see it.

If someone else's words, then he is absolutely indifferent, but who call it her.

"You look good when you smile, but you don't look good when you don't smile. You're scared." Suximu said, staring at her tightly for fear of missing something.

However, Luo Fei son just pulled the corner of the mouth, did not give a response at all.

Disappointment belongs to disappointment, but giving up will never happen.

Suximu gazed at the little woman beside her, raised her lips gently, and raised a smile that she was sure to get.

For a whole afternoon, under the command of Qingqing, suximu ate a lot of tofu secretly. Even if luofeier was upset, she felt that she thought too much about her daughter's innocent eyes.

When she yawns and sleeps, Qingqing is finally successful.

Happily ran over to see the results, and saw that the shape of the paper was mellow, two match people nestled together, Luo Fei Er's mouth beat hard.

Rao Shi suximu had been prepared for this painting. When he saw it, a mouthful of water just came out of his mouth.

"How are you, good-looking?" Little people blink bright eyes to see them, palm big small face hanging look of expectation.

Struggling, Luo Feier quickly chooses the white lie between the truth and the white lie.

"It's very good-looking, especially funny and lovely. Although the technique is green and astringent, it's your first time. It will be better in the future." I can't. I'll take a painting class. Otherwise, next time, she really doesn't know how to boast.

One side of suximu heard her words, raised her eyes to look at her deeply, eyes with doubts, seems to say: we are looking at the same painting.

Luo Fei son don't open an eye, don't go to see him, think to say, don't say so, return to tell the truth! I don't know how old it is. It's the age to be encouraged. OK.

"Dad, why don't you talk? Do you think Qingqing's painting is not good-looking?" Qingqing looks at suximu, her big bright eyes full of doubts.

Clearly lovely people can not say a word, but sushimu always feel that she is like a little fox, eyes with cunning light.

Suximu hooked his lips, raised his hand and gently rubbed Qingqing's head, "it's very good, but dad still likes Qingqing, who is domineering like a female general."

Luo Fei son hears speech, surprised of see to Su Ximu.

The latter eyebrows at her, as if to say: Rainbow fart what, for him is a piece of cake.

Luo Fei son rolled a white eye, the vision once again flits over the drawing paper, looking at the eyes of oneself that size different on the drawing paper, the whole body a excite spirit.

"Mom and dad like it, so I'll give it to you. You remember to put it in the most conspicuous place in the room."