They can only say that Xiaoqian really knows how to mess with others!
"Toilet?" Shangguan Rui came over to study, his face flushed.
"Yes." Xiaoqian nodded, quite satisfied with his paintings.
"It's not like, your toilet has no lid, you have to draw a lid." Shangguan Rui tilted his head and commented.
While speaking, he also repaired a lid for the toilet.
"No, right! Still not right! There is no button switch in this toilet!" Shangguan Yu squeezed over and shouted like a new continent, and took a pen to fill in a button.
"There is also poop! There is poop!" Yuanye, who is the biological son, made up a big piece of poop on my face.
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Yuan Yang saw his terrible face through his son's pupils, and his eyes twitched silently...
This little devil!
Is he his own birth?
I actually used a yellow pigment pen to draw a super big piece of poop on my face, almost filling the entire toilet...
Yuan Yang was in a mixed mood and didn't know what to say.
The few families, regardless of his mood, continued to paint and drew one bucket after another on Yuan Yang's face.
Moreover, the little guys have very clear division of labor—
Xiaoqian paints the toilet base, Shangguan Rui paints the lid, Shangguan Yu paints the flush button, Yuanye paints the poop...
It's simply assembled production.
In an instant, several toilets appeared on Yuan Yang's face, not to mention how funny it was.
Shangguan Yasi did not express any comments and asked them to make a fuss.
Yan Hua felt that this way of playing was a bit too much.
Get up and walk towards Shangguan Yasi.
The vision in front of me suddenly dimmed.
Shangguan Yasi narrowed his eyes slightly and turned off the phone.
"What's wrong?"
"Is it okay for them to play like this?" Yan Hua asked worriedly.
Yuan Yang's face was so drawn that he could hardly recognize him.
"Zheng Yang caused the trouble, he ended it myself." Shangguan Yasi said indifferently, and the pattern on Xiao Qian's handsome face was very obvious.
Looks... very dissonant.
Yan Hua smoked a wet tissue and wiped off the pattern for him.
As soon as he wiped off half of the turtle, he immediately heard Yuan Yang screaming there, "Shangguan Yasi! The rules of the game are that the pattern on his face must be kept for a day! Twenty-four hours! Do you want to cheat?"
Yan Hua's movements were stuck and his expression was a little awkward. It was not right to continue wiping, nor was it right to not wipe it.
She had no idea that there were such rules in this game...
"Don't worry about him, treat him as a mental illness." Shangguan Yasi held Yan Hua's hand, wiped the pattern on his face cleanly.
"Hey! Shangguan Yasi! You dare to cheat! Hiss--Little Devil, are you really my biological child? He actually poked my eyes with a paint pen!" Yuan Yang struggled, trying to stop Shangguan Yasi from erasing the pattern, and the result was a
Accidentally, my eyes came to the wilderness's pigment pen and screamed.
"Don't move! The poop hasn't been drawn yet!" Yuanye bulged his face and lost his temper at me.
Yuan Yang: "..." He owed this brat a lot of money once in his previous life, otherwise he would not have been like this brat!
Although he was indignant, Yuan Yang sat down obediently in his movements and asked his son to continue painting on his face.
"Shangguan Yasi! You'd better be careful not to let me catch the opportunity, if I can catch the opportunity..."