Qiu Yueniang nodded hurriedly: "I'm really sorry for the long one..."
Another portrait, gorgeously thrown off the table...
The pile that had just been full was now left with an empty desktop...
"Yaoyao, what exactly are you looking for? Tell daddy, so daddy has a goal and a direction!"
Father Nangong almost burst into tears at this moment. He doesn’t want the tall ones, he doesn’t want the short ones, he doesn’t want the fat ones, he doesn’t want the thin ones, he doesn’t want the ugly ones, he doesn’t want the ones who are in bad health, he doesn’t want the ones with concubines, he doesn’t want the ones who are too young, and he doesn’t want the ones who are too old.
It doesn’t work... I’ve been picking and choosing, but the husband who seems to be suitable for Yaoyao hasn’t appeared yet...
"Yes, Yaoyao, tell me what you want! Master will definitely find it for you!" Ji Tian was so shocked by Yaoyao that he had no energy to get angry with Nangonglou.
"Since you insist on forcing me to say it, I won't be polite!" Since Yaoyao's image of a lady among the ladies has been exposed, Yaoyao doesn't want to pretend anymore.
"Say, say! You're welcome!" Qiuyue's mother encouraged her very enthusiastically,
Yaoyao raised her wrist and drew a picture with her sleeves from the secret compartment beside the bed. Now everyone no longer cared about Yaoyao's skills, and all three hands were busy and eager to uncover the picture...
The man in the painting has a handsome expression, beautiful peach blossom eyes, with a touch of alienation, a slender body, and is wearing a pale white dress, which gives people the impression of being out of the world. You can't help but long to get close, but he is so naturally attracted to you.
The casual coldness exuding was frightened away. Who else could it be if it wasn't Leng Haofeng?
Yaoyao nodded at him and said with a slight smile to the three eager parents, "That's him!"
"Daughter, you have good taste! The young man is quite handsome, but he is a little cold!" Mother Qiuyue said very pertinently, and when she finished, she seemed to be saying to herself: "How could Leng Ran give birth to such a cold son?"
Father Nangong looked a little embarrassed: "Yaoyao, that time Leng Ran wanted to arrange a kiss with the baby, but I pushed him away. Now, what should I do? How about changing the partner!"
"No!" Yaoyao shook her head very simply,
"Baby, do you like him?" Nangong asked with some reluctance.