Chapter 2411 Fanwai is a bit uglyhistorical

  The old lady kept looking at Mianmian after she entered Meng's house, before she finally looked away.

  After Mianmian returned to Meng's house, she immediately let go of Ying Xi's hand and ran to the study.

"Daddy, Daddy, I'm gaining weight."

  Meng Yunzheng was writing. Hearing this, he immediately put down the pen in his hand. Just as he opened the door of the study, Xiao Mianmian ran in blushing.

"Daddy."

  Meng Yunzheng picked up his daughter, carefully wiped her sweat with a handkerchief, and asked with a smile, "Are you having fun?"

"Happy." Mianmian nodded vigorously, "Daddy, what are you doing?"

"Writing." Meng Yunzheng hugged her and sat behind the desk, pointing to the words on it and asked her, "Do you still recognize the words I taught you yesterday?"

  Xiao Mianmian narrowed her eyes, squeezed her face into a ball, then shook her head, and said confidently, "I don't recognize it."

  Daddy taught so many words yesterday, she couldn't hold them in her small head. When I was playing today, I poured some out.

  Meng Yunzheng, "..." Come on, this word has a little more strokes, it's really not easy for a nearly three-year-old doll to remember.

"Then Daddy will teach you again?"

  Mianmian shook her head, "Yesterday I learned to read, today I should draw."

  Meng Yunzheng laughed loudly, "Okay, whatever you say is what you say, then let's draw, and let's eat after painting."

  The little guy immediately became excited, and took out two sheets of drawing paper familiarly, handed one to Meng Yunzheng, and unfolded the other in front of him.

  Meng Yunzheng put her on the high stool beside her, which was her own, and Lu Erbai made it according to the children's dining chair painted by Shu Yu. The height of the chair was at the same level as the desk, and the front support board could be removed directly, so that she could spread the drawing paper on Meng Yunzheng's desk and draw side by side with him.

  Meng Yunzheng moved his chair to the side, giving him half of the seat.

  Mianmian sat down quickly, spread out the paper and grabbed the pen, and began to soak the ink.

  Meng Yunzheng raised his eyebrows, "Have you figured out what to draw so quickly?"

"I have a lot of ideas today." Mianmian didn't even look up.

  Meng Yunzheng laughed out loud, "Okay, then draw all your thoughts."

  After speaking, I stopped paying attention to her, and started grinding myself.

  In the huge study room, the father and daughter share a half table for each other, no one disturbs the other, just draw their own things so clearly and attentively.

  Xiao Mianmian's movements are still very fast. After finishing the painting, she admired it for a while with satisfaction, and then turned her little head to look at Meng Yunzheng's drawing.

I frowned when I looked at it, Dad's paintings... are really ugly, they are dark, one by one, like earthworms, how can it compare to my colorful pictures. Hey, it's no wonder mother asked dad to paint less, it turned out to be like this.

  Xiao Mianmian looked suddenly enlightened.

  Meng Yunzheng finished the last stroke, stood there just like his daughter and admired it for a moment, then took out the seal from the drawer, and stamped it on a corner of the drawing paper.

  Xiao Mianmian's eyes lit up, hey, do you want to cover this thing after painting?

  Meng Yunzheng put down the seal, and when he looked up, he met his daughter's round eyes.

  He laughed immediately, "Did you draw it?"

"Uh-huh."

"Daddy see?"

Regardless of the colorful colors on his body, the little guy handed the masterpiece he was proud of to Meng Yunzheng, quietly waiting for his praise.

  Meng Yunzheng felt a little ugly at first glance, "..."