Mark was stunned and said, "Hey, Kay, we're going to talk about women and football all night. How can we drive me away now?"
"That's your wishful thinking," Zhang Kaifeng said mercilessly. "I don't have the habit of sharing secrets with others. You already know too much. If you don't want to be silenced, you'd better disappear immediately."
"It's heartless," Mark said, getting up lazily and rubbing against the door.
"In fact, you can leave me. I can help you analyze women's hearts. You know, I have a lot of practical experience. Any kind of woman can help you win. By the way, isn't that kid still interested in painting? I can help you coach the child, so that you can contact her again? Hello, I have so many functions. It's your loss to give up me. "
By the time he said the last word, mark had been pushed out of the door, but his hands were still clinging to the doorframe, and he was still lobbying.
But Mark's words reminded Zhang Kaifeng. He did support Lin Yuqing. He said that xuan'er likes painting, but he has never studied systematically. If this guy can coach Xuan Er, it's really a good thing.
Looking at mark suspiciously, Zhang Kaifeng asked, "are you sure you can teach Xuaner well?"
With his chin raised in pride, mark farted, "of course, I'm a professional."
"Well, I'll trust you first."
On hearing this, mark went in cheerfully, put his legs on the table again, and looked at Zhang Kaifeng triumphantly.
……
Putting the pencil on his lips, Mark looked at xuan'er's drawing, his eyes rolling.
He leaned to Xuaner's side. Mark asked, "boy, why is your mother the only one with you, your father?"
"Dad is busy with other things. When he is finished, he will take us and mom back to China." Xuan'er's eyes didn't leave the canvas and carefully sketched.
Seeing that xuan'er looked like a little adult, Mark thought it was cute. He put his hand on his face and said, "a child should look like a child. Why are you so serious? Come on, smile to my brother
He raised his hand and rubbed his cheek in disgust. Xuan'er said solemnly, "uncle, you are not young. Can you stop being so naive?"
"Childish?! Me? " Mark could not believe that he would be so appraised by a child. At that time, his face was crooked and he said angrily, "if you have grown all your hair, you dare to say that it's childish! Hey, kid, apologize to me quickly. If you can't make me happy, I won't teach you to draw! "
The little hand scratched on the drawing paper and dazzled her head and said, "whatever. Anyway, I'm just learning painting to make Mommy happy. If you don't come, I still feel quiet."
"You..."
It was the first time that mark let a little boy hold him. With his strange temper, he would fall off the stool and leave. But think of Zhang Kaifeng, he can only bite his teeth to bear down, think of a child, sooner or later have a chance to get back from him cheap!
Taking a deep breath, mark swung his pencil and said, "you're a child. I don't know the same thing about you."
In fact, xuan'er is very talented in painting. It's very good to see his writing and composition. But mark is holding his breath, unwilling to praise him, and is always looking for trouble, which makes Xuaner unable to concentrate on his painting.
But he stopped his brush, dazzled at mark and said, "you should tell me about the graphic structure and shadow drawing today. Why do you always look for my mistakes in color? Isn't that the next lesson? "
After hearing this, mark was still very surprised and muttered "freak" in French
"I'm not a freak, I'm just a genius at best."
Almost falling under the chair, mark asked, "haven't you ever learned French?"
"I watched some French cartoons the other day, and then I taught myself a little bit."
With his sleeves rolled, Mark thought that he couldn't control the little guy without some real skills.
After holding the pen in xuan'er's hand, mark began to finish the second half of his painting. In a short time, a first-class figure oil painting was finished.
After the painting, Mark looked at xuan'er with pride. His expression seemed to say, "look, I'm very powerful.".
Dazzle son white mark one eye, slowly take out a piece of clean drawing paper.
At the beginning, Mark thought that the child was enlightened and wanted to ask for advice from himself. However, when he looked at Xuaner's skillful brushwork, he copied his own painting bit by bit, and finally presented it to him, he was completely stupid.
Put away your brush carefully, xuan'er said coldly: "are you so good? Not even a five-year-old. Hello, I said that you won those awards in the international arena. I don't think you bought them back! "
"What did you say?"
"I said that you are an embroidered pillow. It's a sham!"
"You..."
Lin Yuqing, Zhang Kaifeng and others are drinking tea in the living room, chatting and laughing with each other, and the atmosphere is relatively harmonious. But all of a sudden, the door of the little bedroom was thrown open, and Mark came out of it angrily, his eyes still alive.When he came to Zhang Kaifeng, Mark said angrily, "Zhang Kaifeng, go and teach the little boy to draw. I'll go back and have a rest."
It's really a waste of a day on a child, what news did not set out, but a belly of fire, or was put together by a child, it's really depressing! How about having time to go to the booze shop! With such a son, he really feels sorry for Zhang Kaifeng.
Seeing Mark's appearance, Lin Yuqing knew that it must have something to do with xuan'er. She said with regret: "I'm sorry. Did xuan'er do something too much? I apologize for him first. "
"No, I can't teach him because of my limited ability. Your son is a genius. He won't pay any attention to me!"
With that, mark left angrily.
Seeing that mark is very angry, Lin Yuqing goes to the small bedroom. Looking at xuan'er, who is cleaning up his painting tools, she frowns and asks, "xuan'er, what happened? Why is mark so angry?"
Xuan'er lowered her head and said, "this man asks questions and says bad things about his father. I don't like him."
To say that mark can do these things, Zhang Kaifeng can fully expect, but did not expect that he can not even deal with a child, also let the scene become so embarrassing. The Mou color sinks, Zhang Kaifeng says apologetically: "mark is such heresy, I take him to have no way.". But he is not bad, even if his mouth stinks, it's inevitable that xuan'er will hate him. "
Having said that, Lin Yuqing still feels very sorry that she invited someone to tutor xuan'er.