"Take a break and get busy." Yin Shaolong couldn't help but drag her to the table.

As a result, as soon as I got to the table, Xiang Tianqing saw that the pair on the table had not been completed. He turned red and was about to leave.

Yin Shaolong was quick, but she pressed her on the chair. Xiang Tianqing couldn't help getting angry: "Yin Shaolong, what do you want to do?"

"The painting is not finished yet. Go ahead."

Xiang Tianqing's face was slightly stiff: "there are still flowers that haven't been sorted out. I have time to..."

Just standing up, he was once again pressed on the chair by Yin Shaolong: "if you don't want to annoy you that I haven't played anymore, you should finish the painting first. I'm waiting for it to be collected You made it yourself. "

Smell speech, Xiang Tianqing took a look at him, and finally decided to sit at the table to continue to work before.

As he said, Yin Shaolong has been sitting opposite her and looking at her without any intention of leaving. Xiang Tianqing can't help being a little stiff. He has to stare at him blazing eyes and continue his previous work, but he can't help but scold himself for nothing

He was busy for several hours, until in the afternoon the painting was finally finished by Yin Shaolong. Xiang Tianlai couldn't wait to get out of his sight, threw the tweezers in his hand, and then turned around to continue to toss her flowers.

Yin Shaolong did not stop her this time. Instead, he took the painting in his hand and appreciated it repeatedly, with a touch of joy in the corner of his eyes and eyebrows.

For several days, the relationship between the two was very harmonious, and a warm atmosphere gradually rose.

Until a week later.

"Are you going to a party tonight?" Yin Shaolong will serve breakfast and look at the woman beside him.

Xiang Tianqing frowned slightly and subconsciously wanted to refuse. But as soon as she looked up to the expectation in his eyes, she even nodded in a ghostly way: "OK, but I don't seem to have the right clothes."

"I'll get it for you then."

Xiang Tianqing answered and turned to look at the hanghang beside him: "is hanghang going with Ma Ma and uncle yin?"

Hang Hang blinked a pair of watery eyes at Yin Shaolong, then looked at Xiang Tianqing, and said in a soft voice, "I want to find my father."

Xiang Tianqing was slightly Zheng, and her heart was sour with some timid eyes on the child.

She and Yin Shaolong together really feel very happy, he is considerate, gentle, but also with an inexplicable fierce.

So she often forgot the man who had taken care of her for several years. Every time she thought of it, she would feel that she was really a bit of a wolf in the back.

But she is a wolf in the stomach, but it does not mean that Wu Yihang will be the same.

Wu Yufei is his father. He grows up with him. He has no reason not to miss him.

"Can't you?" Wu Yihang spoke in a soft voice, and seemed to bow his head a little lost.

Xiang Tianqing's eyes were so sour that he even said, "yes, of course. Whenever you want to see your father, you can do it, and your father must want to sail."

Hearing this, Wu Yihang's small face showed a knowing smile and held the spoon in his hand high: "then I'll clean up my clothes. I'll sleep with my father tonight."

After that, Wu Yihang couldn't even afford to eat, so he turned and ran into his bedroom.

Xiang Tianqing's eyes fell on Hang Hang Hang's back, a little guilty. Hanghang was so sensible that she thought he didn't say that, in fact, she didn't Miss Wu Yufei so much. In fact, although he was still a child, he still had feelings.