Chapter 1591

Ling family.

Song Xi is holding a picture book to draw a simple sketch for Ling Yichen.

Ask Ling Yichen to be a model.

Half an hour later, Ling Yichen's whole body was stiff and aching? I'm working hard. "

"It's not hard for you to paint, but you call it hard? Don't move. If it moves, it's a turtle

"Then do my eyes always move?"

Ling Yichen asked miserably, a pair of eyes that looked like stars turning up and down.

"Why are you so skinny?"

Song Xi turned his white eyes and could do nothing about him.

"I've been so skinny since I was a kid. I've been skinny to big. no way out. I suddenly feel that my mouth is very dry. Can I quench my thirst? " Ling Yichen asked again.

"Here you are." Song Xi took a glass of water from the side and handed it to his lips.

"I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about that."

Then Ling Yichen held her shoulders and kissed her lips.

The best way to nourish his heart is to twist his lips and tongue.

After Song Xi was kissed, his cheeks were red. "Remember what I said just now?"

"Don't move. If you move, it's a turtle and a bastard."

"You moved, so I will punish you." Song Xi picked up a black oil pen from the table, went to Ling Yichen, and drew a big turtle with four feet in front of him.

"All right, son of a bitch, take a look at yourself in the mirror."

Song Xi handed him a mirror.

Ling Yichen picked up the mirror and swallowed the helpless saliva.

The handsome face was painted as a big turtle, and the image was greatly reduced.

"You're a little cruel, aren't you so kind to your husband?" Ling Yichen is going to wipe it by hand.

"Don't move. Don't wipe. I'll ignore you."

“……”

Ji Qianchen, holding Ling Xiaohan's hand, just walked down the stairs.

Ling Yichen heard footsteps and sighed.

Immediately, I picked up a magazine from the sofa and pretended to be reading it to block my turtle face.

If his parents saw him, they would not laugh at him, especially in front of his father, he had better face.

"Yechen, Xuanxuan, what are you doing? I heard you making so much fun downstairs from upstairs." Ji Qianchen came here smiling.

"Mom and Dad, I'm sketching for Yichen."

Although not married, but Song Xi has changed his mouth, shouted his parents.

Anyway, they are short of a wedding, which is no different from marriage.

"Let me see."

Ji Qianchen curiously walked over, took a look at the half of the sketch that Song Xi had drawn, nodded repeatedly, "this painting work is not so good, I can't compare with it, Yichen, you are blessed."

"Well, Ma, I don't think so. I think it's a disaster to have a good painting."

Ling Yichen has been using magazines to block her face, and when she speaks, she also blocks her face.

Ji Qianchen thought that he was strange all over. "How can it be a disaster? How well you read the pictures and talk to you. Why do you still read the magazine? You don't understand the politeness at all. Take the magazine down."

"Mom, it's not convenient for me."

"What's the matter?"

"Mom, I just put a little makeup on Yichen. He's a little shy now." Song Xi said, fanning the flames.

"Aha, make up? Let mom have a good look. "

Ji Qianchen reaches out and grabs Ling Yichen's magazine.

Ling Yichen didn't catch the magazine. The turtle on his face was clearly seen by Ji Qianchen and Ling Xiaohan.

"Hahaha..."

Ji Qianchen's hearty magical laughter echoed in the villa.

Ling Yichen quickly covers his face with his hand.

Although Ling Xiaohan didn't speak, he was also amused.

"Mom, don't laugh. What's funny?"

"Well, mom doesn't laugh, she doesn't laugh. You are young enough to play. Don't tell me, this turtle painting doesn't seem to contradict you. Only Xuanxuan dares to do this. No one is afraid to stop you in the future."

"Dad, mom, you don't blame me, do you?" Song Xi is embarrassed to ask, after all, what she is bullying is their baby son.

"How can you have a good time. You know what? When I was young, I used to paint for your father. I always made his paintings extremely ugly. Later, he had no way to help my painters

"I have lost the dead. I'm going to wash them off."

Ling Yichen immediately stood up and rushed into the bathroom.

Ling Xiaohan picked up the eyebrow and said, "someone has dealt with this boy, Xuanxuan, keep on cheering. Dad looks after you. "

Song Xi was surprised to get lingxiaohan's praise. The father who didn't like words could say such words."In fact, I wonder if I'm going to go too far?" Song Xi grabs his hair and is embarrassed.

"It's your business how you young people play. We can't control it. If we want to go out, we won't delay."

Ji Qianchen takes Ling Xiaohan's hand to say goodbye to them.

Ji Qianchen has been dressed carefully. It seems that the old couple are going on a date.

Song Xi looks at the back of their departure, and can't help admiring. If she and Ling Yichen could love each other as much as their parents.

"Xuanxuan, why can't you wash it? What kind of paint pen is it?"

Ling Yichen asks for help in the bathroom.

Song Xi went in and saw that he had rubbed his face red, so he had to rub the next layer of skin.

"Ah? I have forgotten that the paint pen seems to be waterproof and hard to remove. It will take 34 days to completely eliminate. "

"What? How can I go out and meet people? "

"Hat, sunglasses and mask are for you."

Song Xi said with a bad smile.

"You want me to go to work armed like this?"

"Why not?"

"They thought I was ill."

"Then I'll rub it for you."

"Don't rub it. It hurts." Ling Yichen covers his red face and wants to cry without tears.

He was mischievous when he was young. Xuanxuan was the girl who calculated. What a miscalculation.

The most important thing is that he still has to smile and not get angry.

"Tinkle, tinkle."

Song Xi's cell phone rings suddenly.

She picked up her cell phone and put it through.

"Hello, who is that?"

"Is it miss song? We are the staff of the museum. I don't know what happened. The fire broke out in the museum and burned down your father's painting. "

"What do you say?"

Song Xi was furious when he heard that the painting was burned.

It took her three months to paint for her father, Jin Si, who died. The painting expressed all her guilt for her father, and she wanted everyone to know his greatness before donating it to the museum.

How can it be good? It will burn.

"I'm very sorry. It's our poor supervision. You'd better come here as soon as possible to see if there is a remedy."

"OK, I'll be right here."

Song Xi hangs up the phone and goes out.