"Send it." Shen Mo Chen deep voice says.
His cell phone text message rings.
Seeing the photo, Shen Mo Chen's eyes immediately flash a cold Yin, as if it is a poisoned arrow, sharp.
A little girl was painted in the room.
The little girl was wearing a beautiful skirt and holding a basket of flowers in her hand.
After drawing, she looked up and saw shuimiaomiao. Her eyes lit up and she raised a sweet smile. "How did Auntie come to our house?"
Li Chongming looked at Li Xiaoxiao in surprise and asked, "do you know him?"
"She is the mother of my classmate." Li Xiao small smile said, face a farewell, saw this classmate, more surprised, "how do you also come to our home?"
Li Chongming understood and said kindly, "so you are classmates."
Yan Yan cleared his throat and respectfully called out, "Uncle Li, my name is shuimuyan."
"Er." Li Chongming looks at shuimiaomiao in surprise, with a big talent's thinking in his eyes.
Shuimiaomiao explained: "also called Shen Muyan, the name has not changed."
"Ha ha." Li Chongming gave two embarrassed smiles.
Shen Mochen pushed the door in, his face was livid, and he swept shuimiaomiao's face with displeasure in his eyes.
Shuimiaomiao is startled. She seems to have been shot lying down.
"What's the matter?" Shui Miaomiao asks anxiously and goes to Shen Mochen.
Shen Mo Chen looked at Li Chongming, raised a graceful smile and said, "we have something to do. Go out for a while."
"Oh, please." Li Chongming said with a smile.
Shen Mochen takes shuimiaomiao's hand and goes out.
"I think your parents are going to fight." Said little, looking at the door.
"It's OK. They always do this. They'll make up soon." Yan Yan said, lying beside Li Xiaoxiao, he took a red pen and was ready to paint her painting.
Li Xiao small impolitely grabbed Yan Yan's pen and said, "this is my birthday gift to Wang Xinyin. Don't touch it. "
Yan Yan was not happy and pursed her lips. "I'm helping you."
"Only when you give someone else a birthday present, you have to finish it yourself." Small said, put the red pen into the pen, choose the pen has been green.
"I'm going to have my birthday too. On the day of our holiday, you come to my house for dinner." Yan Yan sincerely invited.
"I don't know you well, so I won't go." Li Xiao is painting with her head down.
Yan Yan chuckles and grabs Li Xiaoxiao's painting directly. His eyes are red.
"Why do you rob me of my painting?" Li Xiao asked unhappily.
Yan Yan began to tear the painting.
Li Xiao small fire big, pen toward Yan Yan's face painted a green.
"Little, don't be so rude." Li Chongming stopped.
Li Xiao looked down on her father, scolded her, aggrieved, said: "he tore my painting first."
"Tear it up and draw it again. It's impolite for you to treat others like this." Li Chongming said in his eyes.
Li Xiaoxiao pursed her lips down and didn't control it. She cried.
Her crying heart was broken.
He felt that Li Xiaoxiao didn't like her any more.
He returned the painting of Li Xiaoxiao to Li Xiaoxiao.
Li Xiao looked down on the paper is good, not torn off, surprised to see Yan Yan, big eyes inside also contain tears.
"Stupid, I'm kidding you." He put the paper on the table and went out with his head down.
Li Xiao looked down on the painting or good, and took a look at Yan Yan.
"If he likes this painting, it means that you are good at painting. You can send him one and paint again. Right, little Li Chongming's loving relief path.
Little nodded and took a red pen to paint.
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