Chapter 1308： Angel boy, lovely (20)

Chapter 1308 Angel boy, lovable (20)

"can not you do it?"

"Then I will teach you."

Su Qiao took the phone, downloaded the game proficiently, and helped him register and recharge.

then explained it to him in detail, and showed him the operation on the spot.

In the silent basement, there was only her voice with a light sand texture.

is like a piece of beautiful music that has been flowing in the heart of the boy.

The indifferent eyes, like an ice lake, gradually became brighter.

Su Qiao said dryly, but fortunately, she bought juice before.

"How is it? Will it happen?"

The boy hesitated a little, and under her expectant gaze, he nodded lightly.

Su Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

put the phone back into his hand, and said: "You have to be smart, don't hold me back."

tried to call for a while, the boy put the phone in front of Su Qiao a little embarrassed: "Yes...Is that so?"

"Yes, that's it, you are so smart."

It’s not that Su Qiao is exaggerating. The IQ of her man is definitely first-class.

A person who is exposed to the game for the first time, but can play like an experienced player, she has to boast.

Furthermore, don’t you always say that children should praise more?

It’s true.

It was so happily decided.

Su Qiao didn't even feel that she had put herself in the role of ‘parent’.

Jiang Yihan heard this, his face was a little red, and he whispered: "I'm not smart."

paused.

"Not as smart as you."

She usually goes to class either sleeping or playing games, and she also says that she takes first place in the exam.

The really smart person is her.

Su Qiao also inherited the principle of ‘children must be more boastful’, and quickly said seriously:

"No, you are very smart, you are the smartest person I have ever seen, and the pictures you draw are also very good, the best I have ever seen."

Occasionally, his painting book was touched on the ground by a classmate and was laughed at by many people.

Xiao Si showed some of the works he had painted to Su Qiao.

Perhaps everyone's appreciation angle and level are different, but Su Qiao thinks it is quite good.

His paintings are...it gets darker.

is all dark.

may be related to his childhood life experience.

A light flashed in Jiang Yihan’s eyes: "Do you like painting too?"

Su Qiao nodded: "Yes, when I am in a good mood, or when I am depressed, I like to paint and express some of my thoughts through painting."

"I liked ink painting at first, and later I liked oil painting. How can we go to the suburbs to paint scenery together?"

The light in Jiang Yihan's eyes is getting brighter and brighter, and even the scene of the two paintings on the beautifully landscaped lawn appears in his mind.

He involuntarily wanted to nod, but at the last moment, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he shook his head slightly.

"why do not you go?"

Although the light is not very bright, Su Qiao still saw the hopeful light in his eyes.

"you hate me?"

Su Qiao frowned and thought for a while.

"Are you, like those people, think that my brother is a **** and I am a gangster, so you look down on me and don't want to play with me?"

Jiang Yihan did not expect that she would misunderstand, and shook his head anxiously: "No, I...I..."

"No? Why is that?"

It was common for Su Qiao to climb a mountain or something during the holiday, so she forgot about Jiang Yihan's situation for a while.

"I...I don't have time." Jiang Yihan lowered his head somewhat dejected.

Except for school, he can only stay at home and is not allowed to go anywhere, even on Sundays.

How can there be no time?

(End of this chapter)