"Okay then!" Mom Xie scratched her head: "This afternoon, it seems that his kindergarten is over early. How about I call him over?"
Huanyan felt happy for a while, thinking that she would not be able to spend the whole afternoon and evening today, so she smiled brightly and said: "Okay, then, let him come to the study room, and I will teach him how to draw!"
"That won't work!" Xie Ma shook her head: "We are servants, how can we just enter your study room? How about we paint in the garden?"
Huanyan knows that Xie Ma attaches great importance to class etiquette and would not violate her wishes.
He looked up and saw that it was a nice weather outside, so he nodded.
Not long after, Xie Ma's grandson came as expected. His name was Xie Xiaohu. He was a five or six-year-old boy. As his name suggests, he had the head of a tiger and the head of a tiger.
Although I was a little shy at first, I gradually became less afraid of giving birth.
Huanyan moved all the oil brushes, paints, and colored pencils to the garden, and taught Xie Xiaohu to copy a delicate rose under the setting sun.
Mother Xie looked on with kindness and looked like a happy and harmonious scene.
Xie Xiaohu took pictures of cats and tigers, and also followed Huanyan's footsteps and drew a rose. Although the drawing looked like a pickle, it was still drawn after all!
Huanyan held back her laughter and touched his head: "Yes, there is still room for improvement!"
"My sister's painting is much prettier than mine!" Xie Xiaohu compared the two paintings and felt the difference.
With a grimace: "But one day, I will be as beautiful as my sister's painting!"
She smiled happily: "Okay, okay, as long as you study hard, one day you will be as beautiful as my sister's painting!"
Mother Xie quickly scolded from the side: "Sister, sister, this is the young mistress! Xiaohu, you can't talk so randomly!"
"No, no, thank you, Mom. Calling me young lady seems to make me old, so just call me sister. It's good. I like others to call me sister!"
"The roses my sister painted are so beautiful!" Xiaohu was always a naughty child. At this moment, he was tugging at the corner of Huanyan's clothes and was unwilling to let go: "However, no matter how beautiful the roses are, they are not as beautiful as my sister! Sister, I think
Pluck this flower and put it in your hair, okay?"
Huanyan blinked and smiled: "Okay, Xiaohu, you know how to chase girls at a young age! There must be many girls in your elementary school who like you!"
Xiaohu hesitated shyly: "They are all brats, I don't like them! I like beautiful big sisters, just like you!"
Mother Xie was anxious beside her: "How can you, a little hozen, talk?"
Huanyan smiled, as loud as a silver bell: "Okay, okay, Xie Mom, don't be angry, he is praising me with good intentions, Tongyanwuji, I am very happy to be praised like this by him!"
Xie Ma was helpless: "Hey, Xiaohu, why don't you go and thank the young lady..."
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"——Oh? Aren't you happy to be praised by me?"
On this side, Huanyan was playing with Xiaohu, when suddenly a cold voice came from behind!
The sound was like a whip, hitting Huanyan's back hard!
Huanyan looked back in panic, and sure enough, the man in front of her, dressed in black and with gloomy eyes, was not her husband, Situ Chenjue, so who was it?
Oh my god, it's not dark yet, why did he come back so early?
This chapter has been completed!