Chapter 983

Lingjia villa.

After Ji Qianchen came back from Italy, he was also in a low mood. After all, it was the Italy she invited Cheng orange to go to. Now that the child has been lost, he is also very upset.

Seeing her sad face all day long, Ling Xiaohan thought she was still angry with him.

"How can this woman talk without calculation? It's been more than a month since she said a good week. Why is it still like this?" Ling Xiaohan, who was sitting in the living room, made his complaints loud on purpose.

Ji Qianchen is teaching his son painting upstairs.

No one answered Ling Xiaohan, but rob stood up and said to himself, "young master, young lady must not be unhappy because of you, but because of Miss Xuanxuan."

"Is it? I don't think so. "

"What do you think it is?"

"She has a prejudice against me."

Ling Xiaohan stands up and steps up the stairs step by step.

It's necessary for him to talk to her seriously about this matter. It's related to the harmony between their husband and wife. If it goes on like this, it's ok?

After going upstairs, I came to Ling Yichen's room.

Sitting at the desk, the little guy is seriously drawing with his head down, and Ji Qianchen is sitting by to guide him.

"Cough..."

Ling Xiaohan stood at the door frame and coughed twice.

Ji Qianchen and Ling Yichen turn their heads to see him at the same time.

"Daddy, you need to learn how to draw. Mommy is so good at drawing!" Ling Yichen takes the lead in opening his mouth, jumps down from the chair, walks to Ling Xiaohan and grabs his hand.

"I don't draw." Ling Xiaohan refused directly. I'm tens of years old. What's good for painting.

"But daddy, I want to compete with you! Mommy says I'm talented at painting! Isn't Daddy good at everything? He won't lose his painting to yechen, will he Ling Yichen blinked a pair of watery eyes and asked with a smile.

Ling Xiaohan knows that this stinky boy is digging a hole for him again.

And still in front of Ji Qianchen, I want him to jump down.

That's all. Just jump! If his son digs a pit, it will be his own.

"Well, come on." Ling Xiao and Han Songkou agreed.

"Oh yeah, that's great. I don't need to draw by myself anymore. Daddy, here is a piece of paper and this is a pencil and a watercolor pen!" Ling Yichen was very active. He assigned all the things he needed to use to Ling Xiaohan early.

Ling Xiaohan took these things, put them on the table, and then moved a chair to sit down.

"Let's learn to draw a tree today! A lush tree can be a banyan tree or a willow tree. You can play it at will. I'll guide you when I've finished painting, and then I'll draw when I've finished guiding you. "

Ji Qianchen gave an order to the father and son.

Sitting side by side, the father and son began to draw.

Ling Yichen grabbed a pencil and began to draw the outline of the tree, trunk, branches and leaves.

It looks very professional.

Ling Xiaohan doesn't know how to draw at all. In his mind, there are only data reports, only plans, only various projects

According to his preference, he drew a tree on the paper.

When it was his turn to color, he felt in trouble. He daubed the trunk with brown and the leaves with green.

After the father and son finished painting, they handed the painting to Ji Qianchen.

After Ji Qianchen took the painting, he picked up the red neutral pen in his hand to modify the works of the father and son.

I saw Ji Qianchen examine their works very seriously.

After careful consideration.

Ji Qianchen scored 90 points on Ling Yichen's works.

In Ling Xiaohan's works, he scored 50 points, not even passing the line.

"Hahaha, daddy is useless. Failed. "

Ling Yichen laughs at Ling Xiaohan wantonly.

Ling Xiao is full of cold and black thread.

Is this woman so cold-blooded and merciless in front of her son?

That's not true.

Ji Qianchen sent the paintings back to their father and son after correcting them.

"Why is my score so low?" Ling Xiaohan crumpled the painting into a ball of paper and held it in his palm. His face was full of anger.

"Can't you see it yourself? A big banyan tree, you have drawn the shape of an umbrella, there is no discernment. Although the leaves are green, the branches and nodes of the tree are too symmetrical, like the handle and bracket of an umbrella! This tree is no different from a green umbrella. "

After Ji Qianchen's comments.

Ling Xiaohan spread out the paper that was not rubbed like it, and laid it on the table. Then I studied my painting carefully.

At first glance, it looks like an umbrella. She doesn't say he hasn't found it.

Because he's a science student, all the compositions are well proportioned.

"Can't I draw abstract paintings?" At this time, Ling Xiaohan was still hard spoken and refused to admit that he was inferior to his son in painting."I didn't ask you to draw abstract paintings. Look at my son's, willow branches and leaves have beautiful lines, and the willows have different postures and perfect colors. You know who is better and who is worse in comparison." Ji Qianchen also took out his son Ling Yichen to make a comparison with Ling Xiaohan.

Ling Xiao's cold face was sinister.

Ling Yichen sat there giggling.

"Son of a bitch, try laughing again."

Ling Xiaohan threatened him.

Ling Yichen covered his mouth with a pair of small hands. "Daddy, I don't laugh. I know you can paint badly."

"You son of a bitch."

Ling Xiaohan raised his hand to fight with the baby.

Who knows that this kid is very flexible. He hides behind Ji Qianchen for a moment and makes a face to him.

"Daddy, no talent is not terrible. You can learn from Mommy. You can't learn from yechen. It's OK for yechen to teach you!"

Ling Yichen completely provokes Ling Xiaohan's anger.

"You're looking for death, aren't you?"

Ling Xiaohan breaks his fingers and makes a click.

Ling Yichen hugged Ji Qianchen's arm: "Mommy, help me, daddy wants to hit me again."

Ji Qianchen guards Ling Yichen behind him. "Don't be afraid, kid, Mommy is here. This kind of student, Mommy, who is not good at learning and is very arrogant, can't stand it. Mommy will help you clean him up."

"Yes, yes, clean him up and beat him up." Ling Yichen shouted.

Ling Xiao's cold face is black to the extreme.

He pursed his lips and slowly rolled up his sleeves. "Ling - Yi - Chen, you come to my death. If I don't clean you up today, I won't be Ling."

"Daddy, anger will grow old, and you are eccentric! Mommy bullies you too. Why don't you pick up Mommy? I know you're not good at beating me. I'm younger than you. "

"What else do you know about grace, your mommy is my wife, and what are you?"

"I'm your son!"

"Is it important for a son to have a wife?"