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Four fifths of a breakfast went into Liao Muyang's stomach.

Lin Sheng looked at the empty bowl in front of him, and silently rejoiced in his heart that he had made preparations earlier and made a lot of beef pies, enough to feed Liao Muyang's astonishing appetite.

Brother Liao ate and drank enough to support himself, and felt sleepy for no reason. After all, it is winter when food and clothing are thought of, and the words of lust can be used at any time.

It's a pity that there is still business to do, Liao Muyang leaned on the chair for a while and then stood up.

Lin Sheng was sitting on a chair and packing up the bowls and chopsticks. He had just stacked up the porcelain bowls and was about to send them to the kitchen for cleaning, when Liao Muyang snatched the bowls with a knife and smoothly squeezed his head.

Lin Sheng didn't hate being touched by Liao Muyang like a plush toy, and even liked it somewhat.

Lin Sheng quickly came back to his senses after being stunned, and followed Liao Muyang into the kitchen, took a clean towel and wiped the table he had just used.

Liao Muyang watched the little one turning around beside him, but he didn't say anything, after all, he already understood Lin Sheng's restless character.

The used dishes and chopsticks were thrown into the dishwasher one after another, and the remaining pots that were not easy to throw in the dishwasher were violently cleaned by Brother Liao again.

Lin Sheng stood aside and looked at the tormented Guo, and typed a few words to Liao Muyang with his mobile phone.

"need my help?"

Brother Liao couldn't take Lin Sheng's cell phone with his hands full of foam. With Lin Sheng raising his hands high, he read all the words above, and replied with a smile with his thick eyebrows slightly raised and the corners of his lips curled up.

"Don't bother, just sit down and wash right away."

Lin Sheng blinked his eyes and thought about these words, always felt inexplicably familiar, and only then did he realize that this sentence was what he said to Liao Muyang when he was making breakfast just now.

Lin Sheng naturally knew that Liao Muyang didn't mean any harm, but when he was teased in reverse by his own words, his thin skin couldn't help becoming hot again.

Liao Muyang lowered his eyes, looked at Lin Sheng's super shy appearance, hummed and laughed twice, and continued.

"Okay, let's go play, you can do your homework, you can draw, you can do your hair, you can do whatever you want."

"The drawing paper and charcoal are still on the table, if you want to draw, take it yourself."

Lin Sheng listened to Liao Muyang's words, nodded slightly with his drooping head, and sat back at the table rigidly like a robot.

Liao Muyang watched Lin Sheng's movements, guessing that the child was still immersed in his own world, so he didn't open his mouth to wake him up, just smiled and continued to wash the pot in his hand.

The table on the first floor is very long and large, it can be used as a dining table or as a drawing office.

The sketch that Liao Muyang finished yesterday was laid flat in a far corner.

Lin Sheng raised his eyes and quietly looked at the painting on it. Because he was looking backwards, it took him a little time to see what it was.

On the drawing paper was a colorful astronaut standing in front of a black hole. Lin Sheng couldn't tell what this style of painting was, but he thought it was very beautiful and individual. The gluttons who wanted to draw were seduced again.

For the first time, Lin Sheng, a three-good student, abandoned his unfinished homework and gave up studying to paint.

The pure white paper appeared in front of his eyes, which always aroused inexplicable desire to create. Lin Sheng took the charcoal pencil, looked at the big hair in the corner and burst into inspiration.

After Liao Muyang finished cooking the kitchen, what he came out to see was Lin Sheng drawing something seriously with his head lowered. From that appearance, Liao brother knew that it was the investment of inspiration.

Liao Muyang simply didn't bother him and let him complete the creation with peace of mind, while he sat at the opposite corner of the table and finally revised the drawing.

Time passed minute by minute, both of them were able to devote themselves to it, until Lin Sheng finished sketching the line draft, raised his eyes to look at the whole basket of markers beside Liao Muyang, and hesitated whether he should speak or not.

This entanglement was so entangled that Liao Muyang felt the gaze on his own, raised his head and looked back, and said.

"what happened?"

Hearing these words, Lin Sheng put aside his hesitation in a panic, and raised his hand to Liao Muyang.

"Can I borrow a marker?"

Liao Muyang didn't even think about it, he raised his hand, put the pile of markers in front of Lin Sheng, lowered his head and kept changing the color of his hands, and said to Lin Sheng.

"Use it, don't ask me in the future, just use whatever you want."

Listening to Liao Muyang's words, Lin Sheng wanted to raise his hand to signify that using things must be approved by the owner, but seeing Liao Muyang concentrating on the drawing so as not to be distracted, Lin Sheng didn't interrupt.

He looked down at the colorful markers in front of him, and carefully chose the color, but he didn't take Liao Muyang's words seriously in his heart.

From the bottom of his heart, Lin Sheng felt that Liao Muyang was a very nice person, at least he had nothing to say, but he and Liao Muyang were not very close friends, no matter what Liao Muyang thought, anyway, Lin Sheng It's that self-knowledge that goes too far.

He thought that no matter what, he should abide by the due manners, and he was afraid that if he didn't do something well, he would lose the soft and quiet comfort zone in front of him, as well as the person he liked in front of him.

The two of them devoted themselves to their painting for two hours, and it was almost noon and they still didn't stop.

Until the doorbell rang, the immersed thoughts were interrupted at the same time.

Liao Muyang got up and was about to open the door, but Lin Sheng froze in place holding his pen.

He was afraid that it would be Lin Shuping who would come. Even though it was Lin Shuping's shift at this time, Lin Sheng was still afraid, because it was no secret that he was here, Lin Shuping knew about it.

He seemed like a fish that was about to dry up and die after being exposed to the scorching sun.

It wasn't until the laughing Yangzi sounded in his ears that Lin Sheng held the marker until his knuckles turned white, and then he slowly let go, and the picture in front of him began to come alive again.

He is glad that it's okay... Fortunately, it's not Lin Shuping.

Liao Muyang looked at the old-fashioned Chou Sen in front of the door, who was armed like a peacock, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said angrily.

"It's only eleven o'clock, why are you here so early?"

"Tsk, Yangzi, don't be like this, don't you want to come here for lunch, and take a look at your child early by the way."

Chou Sen specially lowered the second half of the sentence, but still got Liao Muyang a look of disgust, he threw a pair of slippers for him, and said.

"Come in after changing your shoes." By the way, he lowered his voice and said again.

"Restraint, the child is timid, you will scare him when others come crazy."

Hearing this, Qiu Sen nodded with a smile, like a live fox.

Liao Muyang looked at him like this, and subconsciously twitched the corners of his eyes with some bad premonition, but he still had to let him in.

It's all here, so it's impossible for people to be kicked out.

Lin Sheng regained his composure, and wanted to take a look at the door curiously, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a colorful figure flying towards him.

The frightened Lin Sheng trembled subconsciously, and the little quail shrank its head.

Chou Sen rushed towards the large table, half of him lying on the table, propping his chin with one hand, and rubbing Lin Sheng's black and soft hair with the other, he opened his mouth in a startled manner in line with his nature.

"My god, this is too cute, Yangzi, where did you abduct this little baby back home?"

Lin Sheng shrunk his head, blinked his eyes and let Chou Sen's hands do whatever he wanted, until Liao Muyang walked forward and snatched Sheng.

"Put your paws away, don't mess with my children."

In order to prove that it belonged to his own family, Liao Muyang even squeezed twice on Lin Sheng's head that had been smashed by Qiu Sen, as if to remove the mark.

Seeing his precious appearance, Qiu Sen clicked his tongue in distaste, but he no longer acted like a frightening person. He sat upright on the chair, propped his chin with one hand, and stretched out his other hand towards Lin Sheng, and spoke. road.

"Hello, my name is Qiu Sen, Yang Zi's friend."

Lin Sheng was a little overwhelmed by the operation in front of him, but he subconsciously knew that it was a basic courtesy to shake hands with others.

And Qiu Sen looked at Lin Sheng's naturally cute look, his boyish heart couldn't help but burst out, and he asked straight away.

"What's your name? Yangzi hasn't told me what your name is yet."

Lin Sheng was taken aback when he heard this, not sure if Chou Sen could understand sign language, so he hurriedly picked up a charcoal pencil and wrote on the paper.

"My name is Lin Sheng, hello."

Liao Muyang looked at the scene in front of him, subconsciously it was too dark, he had to be on guard, but he forgot to remind Chou Sen that the child could not speak anymore.