Chapter 440 Have you forgotten something?

  The old lady Jing drank the water gracefully, too lazy to pay attention to him, she didn't look at him as if she wasn't upset, she just smiled and glanced at Xiao Mianmian who was doing serious painting, her eyes full of love.

  The old man thought that Mianmian would have to paint for a while, but he didn’t expect that less than a few minutes later, Mianmian announced: "I'm done drawing! Grandpa!"

   "Look, take a look, this is my great-granddaughter. Not only does she paint very well, but she also paints fast, without any muddle!" Old man Jing turned his head happily and confronted his uncle.

  Uncle Li had just walked to Mianmian's side, afraid of the child falling, ready to hug her from the chair, inadvertently glanced at Mianmian's masterpiece, and heard the old man's words, the old skin on his face was about to twitch.

  Master Jing was looking forward to reaching out and preparing to look at the painting, Mianmian hurriedly sent the painting over: "Grandpa, look! Is my painting good?"

The old man took it expectantly. He thought he could see the child's Yushu Linfeng himself. The moment he saw the painting clearly, his eyes widened, and he looked up and down for a long time before he looked suspiciously at the place where he stood. The proud Xiao Mianmian said: "This painting is...?"

   "It's you, grandpa!"

  Old man: "..."

  The old lady Jing got up at this moment, took a glance, and laughed on the spot.

   "Yes, this old beast draws a lot of pictures."

  Uncle Li suppressed his smile.

  Master Jing: "…………"

After watching for a while, the old man looked down at Mianmian again: "...Xiao Mianmian, besides painting, do you have any other hobbies?"

   "Yes, Mommy taught me to play backgammon~"

   "Good chess, good chess, turn back grandpa taught you to play Go! What else?"

  "I can sing. There is a vocal teacher in Mommy's studio, and the teacher taught me to play the piano. I have already passed the ninth grade! I also won the first prize in the kindergarten pencil writing competition!"

"Well, even though Shisu is busy, she is also a good mother with a heart. This can be regarded as a piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy..." Old man Jing paused suddenly: "Mianmian, or let's give up this painting. ..."

   tilted his head and asked: "Why?"

   "This..." The old man looked embarrassed at the old lady Jing who almost leaned back and smiled beside him, and then looked at the twitching uncle Li of Shinobu.

   is obviously asking, can Xiao Mianmian's talent in painting be saved?

Uncle Li glanced at the three words Shimianmian written upright in the lower right corner of the drawing paper. For a six-year-old child, the words are really beautiful. I can see that this child is really well-trained. .

  As for painting, this aspect is too unreasonable, probably because Shi Su has never restricted the imagination of children, and did not deliberately give her too much restriction in this aspect of painting.

  Although, it's a bit too wild.

  Master Jing suffered a psychological shock from the portrait Mianmian drew for himself, and he needed comfort, so he quickly called Uncle Li to find a chessboard, and he had to play a few chess games with Mianmian when he said anything.

It turned out that although Mian Mian was small, it was easy to play Gomoku. The old man was used to playing Go, and he was really good at playing Gomoku. After a few games, most of them were won by Mian Mian, and the old man did not deliberately let go. With her, every time he successfully avoided the old man's sight, he connected five chess pieces, and then said with a smile: "Grandpa, you lose again!"

   Seeing that Grandpa Jing was killed by a six-year-old kid on the chessboard, Mrs. Jing was very happy beside him.

The old man lost another game. He clenched his teeth while patting his thigh, vowing that he would win the next game. He picked up the chess pieces and shook his head, thinking that the picture had affected his judgment just now. He underestimated it. This kid looks like Innocent and cute, the paintings are all pure kindergarten level, but this little head is really smart, obviously a little clever ghost who just deliberately painted to tease him.

  Shit, little smelly girl!

  After losing a few more games, the old man began to regret the game, and from time to time he had to pick up the words that were just dropped: "No, it shouldn't be placed here, I will play again..."

   Calmly and calmly, sitting at the table with his small chin on the table, looking at the old man who regrets chess: "Grandpa, you are shameless!"

   "Who is playing tricks? I am not playing tricks! I am old and dim-eyed, and I just settled without seeing clearly!"

   "Mommy said that she has no regrets, grandpa is playing tricks~"

"I do not have!"

   "Tai grandma, come and see, grandpa regrets chess again!"

  "Don’t call her, it’s no good, no, I’m going to play again...I’m going to the wrong place again...Oh, forget it, or else you can still paint..."

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  Shisu was watching Weibo in the bathtub. Jing Jihan's Weibo was exploded in an instant. She was just taking a shower, and the situation had been reversed.

   is worthy of Jing Jihan, any sentence has enough strength, his face is not casual at all, every word and every sentence is very powerful.

The passers-by who didn’t know the truth followed the misconduct, and because of the short story in Shisu’s Weibo, they accurately guessed what the "Little Squirrel with Rujing" had to do with Jing Jihan. It was probably adopted by the Jing family. Sister or any relatives. In short, the unclear content that makes people seem particularly confusing, but there is nothing to prove the relationship between her and Jing Jihan. Many words are indeed just like what Jing Jihan said. Said it all seemed to be "dreaming".

Jing Sixue was inevitably scolded. Originally, Su thought Jing Sixue was a person who could calm down, but he did not expect that all the Weibo of "Squirrel with Rujing" would be completely cleared in less than ten minutes. Nothing is left.

  I hope she was slapped in the face by Jing Jihan himself, and she couldn’t hold her face, so she chose to stay silent and stop making a fool of herself.

  Shi Su Shun followed Jing Jihan’s Weibo in his hand, then put his phone on the side of the bathtub, closed his eyes, and leaned in the bathtub comfortably, enjoying the warmth and tranquility after a long absence.

   Leaning against him and fell asleep accidentally, his head just a little on the surface of the water, suddenly the sky was spinning, Shi Su was suddenly picked up in the air, and suddenly his wet body was wrapped in a bath towel.

  She opened her eyes dumbfounded, and saw that Jing Jihan's shirt was stained with water by herself. Only then did she realize that she had accidentally fallen asleep just now, and the water was almost cold, no wonder she felt a bit cold just now.

   "Sleeping in the bathtub, don't you know how to adjust the water to a constant temperature?" Jing Jihan carried her out of the bathroom and put her on the bed.

  When Su’s body touched the quilt, he shuddered subconsciously wrapped in a bath towel: “I didn’t expect to fall asleep either. I was too fascinated by reading Weibo before and forgot to adjust the water temperature.”

   Saw her wrapped in a bath towel, and her hair went straight into the quilt without drying her hair. Jing Jihanyun gently unbuttoned the collar of her shirt: "Really? Have you forgotten something?"

  (End of this chapter)