After divorce, the president of a vegetative state got married in a flash and gave birth to three ba

Indeed, Li Jingcheng was responsible for taking care of the children most of the afternoon.

But suddenly he disappeared, and those cute little babies would naturally throw a tantrum because they couldn't find their father. This is a very normal thing.

"I'm really sorry. I failed to communicate with them in advance, and ended up letting them bother you like this." Li Jingcheng looked at Xiao Miaomiao apologetically, with deep self-blame and regret in his eyes.

You know, Xiao Miaomiao is a very organized person with clear self-rules.

Generally speaking, people who are as self-disciplined as her know very well that once their carefully planned time is disrupted, their mood will be affected to some extent and become unhappy.

At this moment, after hearing what Li Jingcheng said, everyone present expressed their conviction. It turned out that his wife was true love and the child was an accident.

However, when Xiao Miaomiao turned to look at Li Jingcheng, she was helpless and speechless. She said with a smile: "Have you forgotten that your three little babies are only four months old, not four years old! Do you really think they can understand the conversation between us adults?"

After saying that, Xiao Miaomiao deliberately observed Li Jingcheng's reaction, only to see that he was stunned on the spot, and his look made people laugh.

Seeing this, Xiao Miaomiao could only shake her head helplessly, expressing her incomprehension of his naive ideas.

At the same time, Ou Heng, who had been watching Qiangwei silently at the side, saw this scene and secretly sighed in his heart that Feng Lang's understanding of Xiao Miaomiao was really thorough.

At this moment, Zhou Yi noticed the "as expected" expression on Ou Heng's face, and couldn't help but frowned and asked, "Ou Heng, you look like you expected this to happen.

You weren't surprised at all that Miaomiao painted roses. Could it be that you already knew the reason in advance?"

Zhou Yi stared at Ou Heng closely, trying to find some clues from his answer.

Ou Heng shook his head slowly and said seriously, "At first, I had the same idea as you.

But it was Feng Lang who discovered and told me about this. He told me that Miaomiao only loved to depict beautiful scenery and rarely drew portraits.

And what she drew yesterday was actually the cluster of gorgeous roses in front of where Wang Xin and his friends were playing, not Wang Xin and his friends themselves at all!"

At this point, Ou Heng couldn't help but sigh softly, as if he felt a little helpless about his previous wrong judgment. And surprisingly, in the end, it turned out that what Feng Lang said was not wrong at all.

At this time, Li Jingcheng, who had been listening quietly, began to recall some details of the past in his mind after hearing Ou Heng's words.

That's right. Thinking back carefully, Miaomiao has indeed been focusing on depicting various charming scenery and lovely animals and plants in recent days.

As for the portraits, the only one he had the good fortune to see only featured Yichen and the three innocent babies.

Thinking of this, Li Jingcheng sighed in his heart: It seems that Miaomiao does have different standards and preferences for the creation of character portraits.

At this moment, Xiao Miaomiao, who was concentrating on painting, suddenly stopped the brush in her hand, raised her head and looked at the people in front of her.

I have to say that Xiao Miaomiao's comprehension ability is really outstanding. If she still can't understand the meaning of such a clear and concise conversation, then she is really stupid.

She blinked her big, lively eyes, stared straight at Li Jingcheng and asked, "So... do you think that what I drew yesterday was actually Wang Xin and his group? Is that right?"

Then, she turned her gaze to Li Jingcheng and asked, "Do you think so too?"

Li Jingcheng nodded slightly with embarrassment, and said softly: "I never doubted you. This is all what Zhou Yi said. He said that you were drawing Wang Xin and the others, and he also sent me photos."

After saying these words, Li Jingcheng felt uneasy and quickly handed his cell phone to Xiao Miaomiao, wanting to let her see the so-called evidence photo.

At this moment, it was Zhou Yi's turn to feel extremely embarrassed, because he had indeed spoken nonsense blindly and confidently without understanding the situation clearly.

Xiao Miaomiao looked at Zhou Yi, who was feeling guilty, and could only smile helplessly. Then she turned to look at Li Jingcheng, blinking her big, lively eyes and asked, "Do you guys still want to continue playing today? Also, are you going to take off your shirt like they did yesterday?"

"Fight me, of course you have to, but don't take off your clothes." Li Jingcheng said embarrassedly.

"Are you planning to be a model for me?" Xiao Miaomiao raised the corners of her mouth and teased with a hint of joking.

Li Jingcheng did not try to evade the question. Instead, he met Xiao Miaomiao's gaze and responded calmly, "If I can inspire you to paint, I would be happy to become the artistic image you depict."

After hearing this, Xiao Miaomiao couldn't help but look Li Jingcheng up and down carefully again.

I have to admit that Li Jingcheng is first-rate in both his handsome face and his tall and strong body. He is simply a perfect model. It would definitely be a wonderful thing if he could be used as a model for painting.

Sometimes painting beautiful scenery can make people happy, and painting beautiful women is also acceptable. Xiao Miaomiao has been tempted and plans to paint Li Jingcheng later, but she does not plan to sell it and plans to keep it for her own enjoyment.

"I'll draw you in a moment, you guys go play ball first." Xiao Miaomiao looked at him and smiled.

Li Jingcheng didn't expect this unexpected gain, "I will definitely fight hard."

Wang Miao was the referee for them. After Xiao Miaomiao finished painting the rose wall, she looked up and saw many girls standing next to her and looking at the people on the court. Some of them saw Xiao Miaomiao stop painting and shouted out.

"Come on, Zhang Jie."

"Come on, Ou Heng."

"Come on, Chen Ming."

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Xiao Miaomiao was just thinking whether she should also shout "Come on Li Jingcheng!", when she heard someone shout, "Li Jingcheng will win."

Wang Miao, who was keeping score, heard the sound and the chalk in his hand broke. He looked over and wondered who was looking for death.

When Li Jingcheng heard the cry, he looked at Xiao Miaomiao nervously, hoping that she didn't misunderstand.

Xiao Miaomiao also looked over and saw a woman dressed very ladylike. She looked somewhat familiar. It wasn't that her appearance looked familiar, but rather her dress and appearance looked familiar.