Chapter 377

At the moment, he stood behind her with his pants pocket in his hands, looking at her painting, feeling like that leisurely.

"Why are you here?" Jos's eyes were wide open, and the corners of his mouth could not help turning up.

Looking at her surprise, Jing chihan naturally put her hand on her head, rubbed her wet hair a little, and said gently: "when the car passed by, I saw you in the rain, how can I get out?"

Jos didn't say much. He just made room for him to sit down.

Jing zhehan sat beside her and picked up the baby picture.

Joss snatched it at once, blushing at the bottom of the book and not talking.

He squinted and looked at her: "I didn't know you could draw."

"Graffiti." Jos felt that this skill was useless.

He took out the pen and paper in her hand, turned a new page, and described it to the little girl opposite.

Jos was very surprised: "you... Can draw, too?"

Jing chihan looked at her with a smile: "don't you know?"

"I don't know." Joss shook his head, but when she thought about it carefully, there were some painting books in the study. She thought he just bought them and put them away, but she didn't know that he could really draw.

Jing chihan doesn't like painting at ordinary times, but he has such an interest. In the past, when he was upset, he would draw two strokes casually, just because when he was painting, he could think of many things clearly, which was a kind of adjustment.

He didn't draw much, but he was many times better than joss.

Jos looked at the pen and turned it into a line with a line in his hand. At last, it formed a delicate sketch. His eyes were shining.

Soon after the little girl finished drawing, he tore off the picture and handed it to the child.

The little girl took it, and her face immediately began to laugh: "it's beautiful. You're a good painter." But at this point, her face broke down again: "but so good, isn't a dollar enough?"

"You're the first guest. You've got a treat. A dollar is enough," he said

"Really?" The little girl jumped up with joy, holding a milkshake, sitting on the opposite side, also carefully looking at the painting in her hand, really the more she looked, the more beautiful she was.

The little girl after painting, Jing chihan did not put down her pen, but started again on a new page.

As he moved, joss saw what he was drawing, and his face turned red again.

"You..."

"Is it good?" He asked her in a soft tone.

Jos didn't know what to say. What he drew was also a little baby, a very beautiful baby with bright eyes, tender mouth and fat face.

The baby has eyes like him, eyes like her, nose like him and small mouth like her.

If the one joss painted before is just a little like their combination, then this one is a living person.

It's like, there really is such a baby.

When he finished drawing, he put down the pen, tore down the drawing, stuck her in the book, took out the one she had drawn, put it in front of her, took her hand, and said, "then have two."

Joss chuckled.

She didn't know if he was joking, but she was really warmed by his words.

Jing zhehan is more careful with his children. This joss found out a long time ago, because he would buy a condom regularly. Joss knew that he had no plan to have children at present.

Since he didn't want to, she certainly wouldn't force him. After this incident, she felt that it was very unwise to have children now.

She didn't know whether the person behind her was Cheng Xue. Although she doubted, she couldn't be sure. But if she was in such danger next time, wouldn't it be more dangerous if the child was in her stomach.

Joss thinks that Jing chihan's worries are right. Now, it's not the right time to have children, but it's one thing to know and another to think.

She likes children and is eager to have a child of her own, so her eyes are always turning around unconsciously.

This painting expresses her inner expectation, but she doesn't want to force him.

After calming down for a while, she said, "in fact, I'm just painting casually. I used to be good at abstract painting, which is what I don't have in reality..."

Before she finished speaking, the little girl across the street suddenly cried out, "Mom." Then, holding a milkshake and a picture, he spread his short legs and ran out to the restaurant,

Joss looked and saw a white sports car just passing by outside the supermarket. At this time, the little girl had already run to the door and yelled at the sports car.

The people in the car probably heard it, and the car began to reverse. Then, the door opened, and a blonde woman ran down, hugged the little girl by the side of the road, scolded her, took her hand, and got on the car.

Knowing that the white sports car left again, Qiao Si turned around and found that Jing zhehan was looking at her all the time.

She felt her face, was stunned for a moment, and then came back to herself: "where did I say just now? Oh, yes, I will draw this painting casually. You don't have to worry about it. I don't mean that. Don't get me wrong... "

He pinched her chin, leaned over and gave her a peck on the lip.

Joss blinked. He didn't understand why he suddenly ate her tofu again. But he looked around sensitively and found that because of the bad business, the waiters were playing with the computer and didn't look at them at all, so he was relieved.

She patted away his hand that held her chin and murmured, "what are you doing?"

He chuckled: "just suddenly want to kiss you."

Joss blushed. "This is a public place."

"Well." He answered casually, took her hand: "then go back."

Jos let him pull, still holding the two pictures in his hand.

When the car stopped outside and they got on the bus, joss remembered and asked him, "didn't you say you would come back in the evening? Why did you come back at noon? "

"It's raining. The appointment is cancelled." He said, driving the car, driving two steps, he asked: "after I left, what did he say to you?"

"Well, who?" Jos looked at him.

He gave her a look and said nothing.

Joss sighed, knowing that he had guessed. After all, it was his father, and he must have understood.

"Nothing to say, just a little chat." After all, the president said one thing, but she said too much.

"How much do you want?" Jing chihan said

How do you know? Do you have eyeliner in the villa? "

He glanced at her and sneered, "you can guess."