The old lady kept watching Mianmian enter the Meng family before finally retracting her gaze.

After the child Mimian returned to the Meng family, he immediately let go of Yingxi's hand and ran to the study.

"Dad, Daddy, I'm fat."

Meng Yunzheng was writing, and when he heard this, he immediately put down the pen in his hand. As soon as he opened the door of the study, Xiao Mianmian ran in with a blushing face.

"Dad."

Meng Yunzheng picked up his daughter, took a veil and wiped her sweat carefully, and asked with a smile, "Did you have fun?"

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

"Writing." Meng Yunzheng held her and sat behind the desk, pointed 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 with confidence, "I don't recognize it."

Yesterday my father taught that - so many words, she had a small head and couldn't hold it anymore. When she was playing today, she poured out some.

Meng Yunzheng, "..." OK, there is a little more strokes of this word, and it is indeed not easy to remember the little doll who is almost three years old.

"Then Dad will teach you again?"

Mianmian shook her head, "I recognized the words yesterday, but I should have painted today."

Meng Yunzheng laughed, "Okay, whatever you say is, then come and draw, let's have a meal after painting."

The little guy immediately became excited and took two pieces of drawing papers familiarly, handed them to Meng Yunzheng, and unfolded them in front of him.

Meng Yunzheng placed her on the high stool beside her. The stool was exclusive to her. Lu Erbai made it according to the children's dining chair painted by Shu Yu. The height of the chair is flush with the desk, and the pallet in front can 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 and gave him half of the seat.

Mianmian sat down quickly, spread the paper and grabbed the pen and started dipping ink.

Meng Yunzheng raised his eyebrows, "I have decided what to draw so quickly?"

"I have a lot of ideas today." Mianmian replied without raising her head.

Meng Yunzheng laughed and said, "Okay, then you can draw all your ideas."

After saying that, he stopped paying attention to her and started grinding himself.

In the huge study, the father and daughter had a table with one and a half, and no one disturbed each other. They just drew their own things clearly and concentratingly.

Xiao Mianmian's movements were still very fast. After finishing the drawing, she appreciated it with satisfaction for a while, then turned her head and went to see Meng Yunzheng's picture.

As I looked at it, I frowned. Dad's paintings... are really not good-looking, they are pitch black, like earthworms, and they are no match for their colorful pictures. Oh, no wonder my mother asked Dad to draw less, so that's how it is.

Xiaomianmian looked like she suddenly realized her enlightenment.

After Meng Yunzheng finished drawing the last stroke, he stood there exactly like his daughter and admired it for a moment. Then he took out the seal in the drawer and covered it with a corner of the drawing paper.

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

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

He immediately smiled, "Did you draw it?"

"Uh-huh."

"Look at it, dad?"

Regardless of the colorful colors on his body, the little guy handed Meng Yunzheng the masterpiece he was proud of, and quietly waited for his praise.
Chapter completed!