The world's most sassy sweet wife

He Xuanchen pretended not to hear, and silently followed them to pick up fallen leaves.

For an hour, the bag was filled with all kinds of leaves.

Maple leaves, ginkgo leaves, large and small, are very rich in variety.

After returning home, He Xuanchen went to cook, and Yu Ziqing went to prepare the tools and materials for leaf painting.

Obviously there is no clear division of labor, but some kind of tacit understanding has been formed inexplicably.

Ke Yan kept turning around Mommy: "Mommy, am I handsome? Am I more handsome today than yesterday?"

Yu Ziqing felt that this kid has become more and more clingy recently, and said with a smile, "Handsome, very handsome."

You don't want to ask her for anything, so you will try your best to please her, right?

Ke Yan didn't stop there, and asked, "Then I will compare with Ke Xin, who is handsome?"

Yu Ziqing smiled and said, "You are all handsome."

They were all born by her, and they were all equally beautiful.

Ke Yan continued to ask: "Then what about me and that person?"

Yu Ziqing replied without hesitation: "You are handsome!"

No matter who he was talking about, he couldn't compare to her son anyway.

The mother filter is so strong.

It can be said that he finally left contentedly.

Yu Ziqing finally discovered a fact. She used to be curious about how her clingy personality was formed, but now she came to the conclusion that she probably followed the man who was cooking in the kitchen.

After dinner, everyone started to make leaf paintings.

He Xuanchen cleaned up the kitchen and sat at the table. Seeing that the children were half done, he also took a piece of cardboard from the material bag.

Then he was dumbfounded and asked, "What are you going to do next?"

No one cares about him.

He Xuanchen stared at their almost finished work for a while, but still had no clue.

It can be said to be a lion.

Ke Xin became a tiger.

A cute little pig.

He Xuanchen was still helpless.

Yu Ziqing ate the fruit platter he just brought over, and chatted with Su Yan on his mobile phone.

Hearing that Mrs. Su's condition is not bad, she feels very relieved.

The children are very proficient and can make many beautiful leaf paintings with their own imagination without her demonstration.

She was idle and bored, looked up at the man sitting over there, and saw that he was thinking hard.

The guy was jumping in the morning and can't spell anything now.

Are you kidding me?
He Xuanchen's expression was serious, and he intended to participate in it, but found that he couldn't.

But the woman saw it and didn't come over to help.

Yu Ziqing looked at him gloatingly, just about to sneer, but thought of his past experiences, but stopped.

However, He Xuanchen suddenly had an inspiration and began to fiddle with it.

The three children quickly completed their work.

Ke Yan raised his work and cheered loudly, "I am No.1!"

He glanced at He Xuanchen, seeing him making a mess, not knowing what it was.

He secretly rejoiced that he had inherited his mother's artistic cells.

Yu Ziqing gave her son a thumbs up and praised, "Awesome! Perfect! Put your work together with your schoolbag, don't forget to take it tomorrow."

As long as you finish it carefully, she will not put adults' aesthetics on children's works.

She will not help them revise, it is not the children's work.

At this moment, Ke Yan suddenly discovered that there was something wrong with the mobile phone cases of Mommy and the villain.

Except for the different colors, it turned out to be the same style!
He is not happy!
He snorted and got off the table, "Mommy, I'm going to watch a TV series."

You must work hard to learn acting skills and improve yourself!
Grow taller and become more powerful!

Ke Xin and Ke Ke also had their own things to do, and they left the table one after another.

After putting away their works, they went back to their respective rooms to do their own business.

There were only two adults left in the living room.

Yu Ziqing looked at He Xuanchen's sticky mess, and couldn't even make out a rough shape, which was somewhat horrible.

But his attitude is very serious.

His sword eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his expression was focused, and he exuded the charm of a man.

"What did you do?" She couldn't help asking.

He Xuanchen asked with a smile: "Can't you see it?"

Yu Ziqing shook her head honestly, and was wondering if she should help him.

He Xuanchen seems to be immersed in his creation, looking at it with satisfaction, the more he looks at it, the more proud he is.

"You'll know when it's done."

Yu Ziqing said in distaste: "Obviously not, but I still have to challenge the difficulty."

He Xuanchen looked at her with a smile on his face: "I said no, can you teach me? Teacher Dark Gray?"

A deep and deep voice, with a hint of demagogic tone.

Yu Ziqing said with a straight face: "Stop laughing with me!"

She yawned, got up and left, and let him mess around.

He Xuanchen looked at her back and sighed, "What a cruel heart."

Then he continued to work with gusto.

When Yu Ziqing returned to the room, she felt drowsy and fell asleep.

The headache symptoms are basically gone, but it is easy to feel sleepy.

I don't know how long I slept, but I always felt a pair of eyes staring at me.

When he opened his eyes, he found the man sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him.

A trace of irritability rose in Yu Ziqing's heart, and he looked at him: "What are you doing?"

Seeing that she woke up, He Xuanchen said excitedly, "It's done."

Yu Ziqing was a little confused: "What?"

She is now in a daze, wondering if she is dreaming, and has long forgotten what happened before going to bed.

He Xuanchen took out a piece of cardboard and showed it in front of her, "My leaf painting."

Yu Ziqing frowned, restrained her impatience and looked at the so-called work in his hand, then froze.

The word "Qing" pasted with leaves hit her eyes.

Every stroke, you can see the intention of the person who made it, without any perfunctory.

With a calm expression, she looked back, "Not bad."

Then turn over.

I still remember He Xuanchen's words "eyes can't deceive people", and I was worried that my reaction would be seen by him.

It was completely unexpected that He Xuanchen was so serious, so focused, and spent so much time doing her name.

There was an inexplicable throbbing in my heart.

He Xuanchen climbed onto the bed and lay down in front of her, "Only these three words for evaluation?"

Yu Ziqing turned over to the other side again: "What else?"

He Xuanchen rolled over and passed her to the other side, "This is the first leaf painting in my life, and I made it with special care."

Yu Ziqing looked at his face and said perfunctorily, "That's great, Mr. He."

He Xuanchen grinned and said, "It will be framed tomorrow, where do you think it would be better?"

Yu Ziqing sullenly said, "You should put it in your own room."

He Xuanchen seemed unaware of her indifference, pointing to the bookshelf in the corner: "Just put it there."

Yu Ziqing saw that he was happy like a child, but she couldn't bear to hate him after all.

Who would have thought that the president of the He Group, who is all-powerful outside, has done business worth billions or tens of billions, but in private he became a fool because of a painting of leaves.

If it was acting, it would be too costly.

Her tone softened: "Well, just let it go."

He Xuanchen smiled and said, "Okay. Then I'll go first."

Yu Ziqing didn't respond, but when she was alone in the room, she looked at the painting of leaves and fell into deep thought.