When I got up early, Huanhuan stayed in bed for ten minutes before slowly getting up. My daughter had a day off today and didn't have to be sent to kindergarten, so she was lazy.
Somewhat dazedly, she dressed neatly and came to the mirror, her lips grinning involuntarily.
He said that he made a contract with her...
Thinking of it, she kept laughing shyly.
Seeing the woman smiling silly in the mirror and the dazzling golden peacock lying on the balcony, he shook his head disdainfully, then spread his wings and flew into the air. It still had important things to do.
!
Huanhuan suddenly realized something. She grabbed the frame with both hands and moved closer to look at the sloppy version of herself inside. An old shirt, a pair of jeans that had been washed to white, a pair of flat canvas shoes, a ponytail, and black-rimmed glasses...
The old style that has remained unchanged for thousands of years looks like an underdeveloped high school student, not feminine at all, let alone the mother of a five-year-old child!
She frowned, rushed into the bathroom decisively, took a shower as quickly as possible, blow-dried her hair straight, immediately opened the closet, saw a row of clothes there, and randomly picked a knee-length set.
A small dress and a pair of white high heels.
After dressing up again, she came to the mirror again and smiled with satisfaction. Walking uneasy steps, she walked out of the room, looking forward to meeting someone at first sight...
There was cheerful laughter in the living room.
She paused and stood in the stairwell, looking down suspiciously.
Downstairs, Song Xiaojia was sitting next to Su Xiaoyou, holding hands with her to draw. Mo Jia was sitting on the sofa opposite, looking at her daughter softly.
"Youyou is so smart and her paintings are so good!" Song Xiaojia pinched her little face affectionately and smiled very nicely.
Su Xiaoyou was very happy and held up the painting and handed it to Mo Jia, "Daddy, look, am I good at painting?"
Mo Jia smiled and said, "Youyou's painting is very good."
After receiving her father's approval, Su Xiaoyou smiled happily and said, "Aunt Xiaojia, please teach me how to draw again!" Song Xiaojia said softly, "Then Youyou can draw as a teacher here."
"Really?" Su Xiaoyou's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked up the brush and painted seriously on the drawing board.
Song Xiaojia sat there with a smile, modeling for her. It happened that Mo Jia was in front of her eyes, and she could look at him without hesitation. After looking at him for a long time, a strangeness spread in her eyes unconsciously.
Come on.
Mojia lowered his head and looked at his daughter, as if he wanted to try to make up for the gap that he had not been able to participate in her growth in the past five years.
Huanhuan stood on the stairs, the smile on her face was stiffening a little. The emotion in Song Xiaojia's eyes that she had no time to conceal was accidentally captured by her.
Huanhuan was stunned and stood there without moving for a long time.
Her heart felt like she was suddenly hit by something. She obviously thought that Song Xiaojia was just a child, but at this moment, she realized that she seemed to be wrong.
Huanhuan frowned, pursed her lips tightly, lowered her eyes, calmed her mind a little, and slowly walked downstairs.
Hearing the footsteps, Mo Jia turned around. The moment he saw her, his expression was startled and a little stunned. Then, the smile in his eyes immediately spread, and he stood up and walked over.
His burning gaze made Huanhuan a little shy, but she still raised her head bravely, without avoiding his gaze, and asked shyly in a voice that only two people could hear, "Does it look good?"
He nodded and also lowered his voice and said, "She is obviously not very beautiful, but I don't know why, but I just can't look away."
Huanhuan glared at him with an angry look, "I'm not beautiful anymore. My daughter is so cute just like me, okay!"
"Well, like you." Mojia raised his lips and followed her words.
At this time, his cell phone rang, and he signaled to answer the call, Huanhuan nodded.
"Mommy!" Su Xiaoyou raised the painting and ran to Huanhuan, "Mommy, look, does the Aunt Xiaojia I painted look like?"
Song Xiaojia stood up from the sofa and greeted Huanhuan with a smile, "Miss Su."
Huanhuan smiled, "Xiaojia, you're here so early again today."
"Well, there are no classes today." After Song Xiaojia finished speaking, she left the living room and went to do her daily cleaning work.
Looking away from her, Huanhuan picked up her daughter's painting and said, "Here, let Mommy take a good look."
That painting depicts three people. Su Xiaoyou is still very young. Although the characters are not very similar, she cleverly captured the characteristics of each person so that you can recognize who she painted at a glance.
On the left is Mo Jia, and you can tell from his long hair. In the middle is the cute kid Su Xiaoyou, and on the right is Song Xiaojia with medium-long hair. Behind the three of them, there is a beautiful
A big house with flowers planted on both sides.
Seeing this painting, Huanhuan's eyes changed slightly, but the smile on her face never disappeared. She asked her daughter gently, "Is this what Aunt Xiaojia taught you to draw today?"
"Yes, Aunt Xiaojia first taught me how to draw a beautiful big house, and then asked me to find my daddy as a model. Finally, she modeled for me again! Mommy, look, do I look like it in my painting?
Like?"
Looking at her daughter's expectant eyes, Huanhuan smiled and said, "Youyou's painting is great."
"Then I will continue painting!"
"Haha, go ahead."
Su Xiaoyou ran back happily, lowered his head and began to draw seriously again.
Huanhuan turned around, looked at Song Xiaojia who was cleaning hard not far away, and gently closed her moist eyes.
Women may not be smart or insightful, but they must trust their intuition.
She calmly approached Song Xiaojia, smiled, and asked casually, "Xiaojia, you are so beautiful, there must be many boys chasing you in school, right?"
Song Xiaojia mopped the floor and replied with a smile, "They are all self-righteous boys. I won't consider them at all."
Huan Huan smiled, "There's always something you like, right? Come on, tell me, what kind do you like?"
Song Xiaojia lowered her gaze and said calmly, "He... must be responsible, must have enough masculinity to conquer me, let me admire and impress me, he must be a unique man in this world..." Suddenly, she paused, maybe
He was surprised to make a mistake, so he smiled and said, "Ms. Su, don't laugh at me. You usually only talk nonsense after reading too many novels."
Huanhuan lowered her eyes, waved her hands carelessly, but said with deep meaning, "Not everyone can control such a man."
He turned around, left her sight, and walked towards his daughter, "Youyou, would you like to give Mommy a painting?"
Su Xiaoyou happily agreed, "Haha, okay!"
Looking at her back, Song Xiaojia was stunned on the spot.
Is it her illusion? Why does she always feel that there is something in Su Huanhuan's words?