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Chapter 583
Chen Zhengqian put down the bowl and chopsticks, and went to wash his hands with Qi Xiaoyu in his arms.

Although Qi Weiwei has emphasized many times that she should not spoil her so much at home, and she is not without arms and legs, Chen Zhengqian still happily walks around with Qi Xiaoyu in his arms.

For him, Qi Xiaoyu is still a child who needs help from adults in everything. Independence is important, but this can't be rushed, you have to take your time.

Besides, a hug is no big deal.

Qi Weiwei felt so powerless, she had already given up preaching to him, and they could do whatever they liked with their father and daughter.

She started to clean up the mess on the dining table, sorted the garbage, so that she could take it away when she went out tomorrow, and then started to clean the kitchen utensils.

Chen Zhengqian wanted to help, but she refused.

The reason is still the same, and I am not without arms and legs.

Well, what a powerful reason, Chen Zhengqian naturally had no way to refute it.

"You cook the rice, and you cook the dishes. How could I not be happy even washing the dishes?" Qi Weiwei asked lightly.

Chen Zhengqian didn't dare to answer.

Compared with many women who don't touch the spring water, Qi Weiwei is indeed extremely virtuous.

In her opinion, women should also do housework, and whoever is free can do it, so there is nothing to argue about.If even the division of housework is so clear, can such a family go to the end smoothly?
Qi Weiwei expressed disbelief.

Not only the kitchen, but the whole house is in Qi Weiwei's hands, and it is also well-organized.There is no need for a nanny or auntie, everything is arranged by herself, and it is still done very well.

She was just washing the dishes, but Qi Weiwei couldn't help thinking further.

What is the relationship between myself and him now?

Teachers and students?

He has already graduated.

friend?

It seems to be a bit over the top.

lovers?

Neither he nor he ever admitted it.

As for other more excessive relationships, Qi Weiwei didn't want to think about it, and felt that it was quite messy now.

Although Xiaoyu called him dad, he never minded, but he always felt that there seemed to be an invisible huge gap between the two.

This gap completely cut off the possibility of me and him getting together in an open and honest manner.

Is it age?
No.

Is it a degree?
Nor is it.

Or family background?

possible.

What's more, Qi Weiwei thinks it should be from a worldly perspective.

After all, I am his teacher, and I am so much older than him, and I have a child with me.

Can I really let go of all burdens and bravely face all kinds of gossip?

She felt that she couldn't do it, and she didn't have such a strong psychological quality.

If it is a foreign country, maybe those people can do it, not to mention that the man is ten years older, even if he is two or 30 years old. For example, French President Macron just married his classmate's mother.

However, in this country, there is an idiom called people's words can be feared.Thousands of years of tradition cannot be countered by one person's strength.

The more she thought about it, the more distressed she became, Qi Weiwei's brows were almost tangled together.

As for Chen Zhengqian, what is he doing now?

He was quietly drawing a picture, and the subject was Qi Weiwei who was washing dishes in the kitchen.

Just a beautiful back and profile made Chen Zhengqian think about it. He directly picked up Qi Xiaoyu's notebook and pen and started drawing by comparing them.

"Father, what are you doing?" Qi Xiaoyu asked curiously.

Chen Zhengqian said without turning his head: "Father is studying the direction of human art."

Qi Xiaoyu: "???"

In less than 5 minutes, a good work was born in the hands of Chen Zhengqian.

Although it was just a pencil sketch, the person in the painting was drawn with both form and spirit, and was extremely vivid.

"Father is a big villain, you pay me for my homework..." Qi Xiaoyu pursed her mouth and felt aggrieved.

I still have to use it for homework, and now I will be scolded by the teacher.

Chen Zhengqian hurriedly said: "Okay, dad is wrong, can dad buy a new one for Xiaoyu?"

Only then did Qi Xiaoyu stop being angry, and ran to present treasures with Chen Zhengqian's drawing: "Mom, mom, look!"

Qi Weiwei was stunned when she saw the sketch in the homework book, feeling like she was looking at another self, but her face was blushing and her heart was beating.

"The drawing is not bad."

She glanced at Chen Zhengqian and said calmly, resisting the urge to tear off this piece of paper and keep it well.

It's not only possible, it's obviously very good, at least I can't draw it myself.

Although she sent her daughter to the art class to learn painting, Qi Weiwei herself can't paint, and she belongs to the kind of person who can't even paint eggs well.

Naturally, I am envious of those who are born to draw and draw very well.When I saw that Chen Zhengqian could draw a good-looking work with two or three strokes, I felt jealous for a while.

More importantly, the person in the painting is himself.

When Chen Zhengqian heard this, he felt a little proud. After all, men always have vanity. The key is who they look in front of.

Qi Weiwei actually praised herself in front of her face, thinking about it, she was quite happy.

"If you like it, I'll draw a few more." Chen Zhengqian said generously.

Qi Weiwei really wanted to say no, but she couldn't refuse such a temptation in her heart, so she nodded in a strange way: "Okay!"

Chen Zhengqian seemed to have returned to the age when he could be happy for a long time after being praised by the teacher.

Almost blurted out: good teacher.

But think about it, I am not a student now, so I can only stuff this sentence back into my stomach regretfully.

But, there's nothing wrong with the teacher, I even spanked Teacher Qi's ass.

Chen Zhengqian was very proud again in a blink of an eye.

Ignoring Qi Xiaoyu's protest, Chen Zhengqian took her homework book again and began his own artistic creation.

In his eyes, every movement and expression of Qi Weiwei can easily constitute a painting, a picture of a beauty at home.

After his description, Qi Weiwei's image appeared on the paper in a series, similar to a comic strip.It's just more complicated than that simple dynamic painting, because Chen Zhengqian draws very quickly.

Qi Xiaoyu has stopped making trouble, just sitting quietly beside her, watching her father keep drawing and drawing, feeling that her father is really good, even the art teachers can't draw such beautiful pictures.

The only thing Chen Zhengqian felt was a pity was that Qi Weiwei's expression was always indifferent. It would be even better if he could smile a little better.

"How about a smile?" Chen Zhengqian asked tentatively.

Qi Weiwei looked over and shook her head: "I can't stop laughing today."

Chen Zhengqian was a little speechless, what does it mean not to smile?

Could it be that one is here?
But don't laugh if you don't laugh, it's not a big deal, this kind of gentle and quiet temperament suits her quite well.

When he finished drawing the last action, Chen Zhengqian felt that he had taken a big step towards the big touch level.

Qi Weiwei took the homework book over and took a look. It was full of portraits of herself. She blushed for a moment, and when she flipped through the paper, the throbbing feeling became more and more intense.

"The painting is really good." Qi Weiwei showed a faint smile on her face.

……

"Qi Xiaoyu, is this the homework you have to hand in?" Teacher Wang frowned and asked Qi Xiaoyu.

Qi Xiaoyu anxiously looked at the series of portraits on her homework, feeling so wronged that she wanted to cry: "Teacher, I took the wrong homework."

Teacher Wang was speechless. Seeing that the homework book was full of portraits of Qi Xiaoyu's mother, she didn't understand what was going on.

It is enough to be fed a mouthful of dog food even if you correct an assignment by yourself!
　Chapter 600, I feel a lot of emotion. Thank you everyone for your support and accompanying me all the way. I hope you can accompany me through the last short journey of this book.

　　
　
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