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It was not until dinner was about to happen that Long Chengxuan and Zhang Xiaomo left the room. Of course, someone had changed their clothes again. Although Long Zeting and Tian Tian were not in the house, Zhang Xiaomo was still unhappy: "You are not allowed to touch me next time."

"It is impossible not to touch it, it is impossible in this life." When he said this, Long Chengxuan leaned over to her neck and smelled it: "I have no resistance to you. As long as I am with you, I will not help but want to do bad things. Who said that you are... so tempting?"

Ahhhh, this man is probably incredible. Zhang Xiaomo felt that he was going crazy. She was so angry that she wanted to walk out, but Long Cheng grabbed him. Just when she was about to lose her temper, a soft scarf was tied around her neck: "It's cold outside, and you have to put on your cotton coat first to go out."

Southerners are really not used to spending winter in the north. Staying at home is as warm as spring and summer, but as soon as you go out, it is temperatures of minus ten degrees Celsius. So before going out, this scarf and a cotton jacket are not missing at all. Let her husband tie a scarf, put on a cotton coat, and put on a hat. Zhang Xiaomo's anger disappeared little by little. Then he watched him put on his clothes: "Let's go."

Go? Where to go?

As if he guessed what Zhang Xiaomo would ask, Long Chengxuan smiled and held her hand and walked out: "Take you to a secret garden."

Secret Garden? When Zhang Xiaomo heard this, his curiosity was immediately hooked up, and she nodded: "Okay!"

Long Chengxuan greeted Su Hua and took Zhang Xiaomo out. Seeing the direction he was walking, Zhang Xiaomo immediately understood where he was going: "Are you going to my mother's studio?"

Although his wife already knew the place, Long Chengxuan still smiled and nodded: "Yes, that studio, but it is not just a studio."

Not just the studio? Then what else? Zhang Xiaomo looked at the other person curiously. Long Chengxuan smiled on his face: "When I was a child, my dad was often very busy and had no time to stay at home. Well, even if he was at home, it was useless. He would only snatch his mother away and would not accompany us at all."

Listening to these resentful words, Zhang Xiaomo couldn't help laughing: "Aren't you the same now?"

Well? It seems that this is true, but it seems that it is not good for a wife to say this to husband, right? Long Chengxuan turned around and kissed her deeply, as if it was revenge, so he continued to walk forward: "Where did you say just now? By the way, my dad is very busy, so my mom always takes us with us. But she is a painter, you know, she doesn't care about anything when she draws it, so she built a children's playroom in the room next to the studio. There are all kinds of toys and books, and of course there are paints and drawing paper."

So, was this to take her to see how he spent when he was a child? As soon as he heard this, Zhang Xiaomo became even more interested: "Okay, I want to see it."

Although it has snowed these days, because the weather is cold and the snow has not melted, the community property has cleared the road, so it is not difficult to walk along the way. It has arrived in about ten minutes. As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the yard, the yard door opened, and Grandy's slightly old face appeared in front of them: "Master Xuan, Madam."

"Grandpa Glandi, my parents are inside?"

"Yes, my wife is creating a painting recently, and my son-in-law is here to accompany her."

Having guessed that would be like this, Long Chengxuan nodded: "Then don't bother them. Let's go in from the small door and I'll take Xiao Mo to the game room to take a look."

Grandi smiled and bent down and replied, "Yes, young master." After closing the door, he reached out and pointed: "Young lady, please come here."

"Grandpa Glandi, you should call me Xiao Mo." It would be fine if Su Hua and Mo Wanrong called him a wife, but Zhang Xiaomo was really not used to being so old as an old man called him a young wife.

Regarding this request, Grandi just smiled and did not answer, but walked ahead to lead them forward.

When he arrived at the side door, Long Chengxuan said, "Grandpa Glandi, go and do your business, I'll take Xiao Mo with me."

"OK!"

After Grandi left, Long Chengxuan gently pushed open the side door and walked in with Zhang Xiaomo. As soon as he entered the house, Zhang Xiaomo found that the room was very hot: "It's so hot."

"My mother is from the south and is particularly afraid of the cold. She doesn't like to wear a lot of clothes when painting. She thinks that clothes will restrain her and affect her painting, so the heating in this room will be more open than in other places." Long Chengxuan smiled and took off her hat and scarf, and took off her cotton coat: "If you still feel hot, take off your cotton pants and sweater. Here, it's basically enough to wear a single coat."

After hearing what he said, Zhang Xiaomo immediately took off his sweater, leaving only a shirt inside. After taking off the cotton pants, there was a pair of black base @#￥ pants. If you wear this way, even if you accidentally meet your parents-in-law, you won’t be too rude.

Seeing his wife's appearance, Long Chengxuan just smiled, took off his coat and cotton pants, and took her into the house in just a set of close-fitting clothes.

Just as Long Chengxuan said, the two of them were stealing and shooting. They gently went up the stairs along the aisle and pushed open a white small door in the room. The children's room he mentioned appeared in front of Zhang Xiaomo: "Where is this a game room?"

This room is four or five meters high. The wall on one side is full of bookshelf, and there are various books piled up on it. However, Zhang Xiaomo glanced over and there was no half of the children's books at all. They were all world famous books and various professional books. There were two computers on the one side, and there were various equipment for fitness. There were also some painting tools scattered in a corner, and there were several musical instruments hanging on the wall...

Long Chengxuan smiled and hugged his wife: "Your husband has a high IQ and a good EQ, so he has been reading these books since he was three years old. As for computers, they started playing at that time, right?"

Forget it, you can't compare with the monster, otherwise it must be yourself who was injured. Zhang Xiaomo comforted himself with a little depressed depression: "I want to see the painting you originally painted."

Long Chengxuan never refused his wife's request. He held her hand and came to a corner where the painting tools were placed, and pulled out a stack of drawing paper from a blue cabinet: "I drew these, and that cabinet was painted by Xiao Ang."

After taking the drawing paper, Zhang Xiaomo simply sat directly on the carpet and looked at the painting in his hand in the afternoon sun: "It's so good."

"I draw so much that Xiao Ang's paintings are more spiritual. Although I understand,... as my mother said, I am too rational, so rationally suppressed my inspiration and aura, so the paintings are too deliberate." While speaking, Long Chengxuan pulled out a painting from another cabinet and handed it to his wife, and then sat next to her.

Looking at the newly handed paintings and looking at the paintings in her hand, Zhang Xiaomo smiled: "Then I must be someone like you. Because for me, I prefer these paintings." I have to admit that Long Cheng'an's paintings are very good and full of fantasy. But for Zhang Xiaomo, she prefers Long Chengxuan's paintings: "Maybe because I am a doctor, so I prefer more realistic."

Long Chengxuan thought about it and felt it was the same. He smiled, pulled away my brother's painting from her hand, and pointed to a portrait and said, "This is probably the painting I used to give to my mother my birthday when I was about five years old. Now it seems that I still look a little stingy, and these parts are a little stiff."

"Are you good enough? Are you sure this was what you painted at the age of five? Not what you painted at the age of fifteen?"

Long Chengxuan seemed not to see his wife on the verge of storm. After a look at the drawing, he said, "It was painted at the age of five. You see, it still says time. When I was fifteen, I had specially recruited the troops. I was training every day at that time, so how could I have time to draw?"

"I... don't want to talk to you, a big pervert." Zhang Xiaomo was a little depressed. Not to mention fifteen years old, even she can't draw so well now? There is indeed a difference between geniuses and mortals before.

Finally seeing his wife's depression, Long Chengxuan smiled and reached out to hug her in his arms: "What's the point of depression? Now I'm yours. I know it, isn't it equivalent to you? And you can save a lot of trouble. Just say something to me and you can wait aside without having to do it. How great is it?"

Although she said that, she always felt something was wrong. Zhang Xiaomo looked at the painting in her hand, turned her head to look at her husband, and finally decided to give up thinking about this issue, because no matter what she thought, she could not argue with her husband, so she might as well give up and accept the fact directly: "Axuan, draw a painting for me. Even if it is a sketch, I want to see you draw."

Although she had been a model for Tian Tian, ​​Zhang Xiaomo still wanted her husband to draw a picture for her.

Long Chengxuan glanced at the rays, walked to the side, turned on a few lights, and moved a chair over: "Sit here, don't worry, I'll draw very quickly."

While speaking, he had already begun to look for paper and drawing boards.

When everything was ready, he picked up an oil paste: "Xiao Mo, look into my eyes."

Zhang Xiaomo, who was still watching Long Chengxuan busy, looked at the other person blankly after hearing what he said. After seeing his eyes, he immediately smiled. It was not that kind of laughter, but a smile full of joy and love. As long as she faced her beloved man, she would not be able to help but smile like this.

Seeing this smile, Long Chengxuan had a picture in his heart and began to draw. Seeing him sometimes depicting it with large strokes, sometimes carefully outlining it, and looking serious, Zhang Xiaomo couldn't help but wonder what he looked like in his writing at this moment.

But no matter how curious it is, Long Chengxuan didn't say he could move, so she could only sit there. After all, it was her request, and she couldn't be willful and destroy the other party's creative mood, right?

In this way, from the light of the sky to the darkness, the street lights outside the window lit up. Although it was dark in the north in winter, it was still an hour since I sat like this, right?

Just when Zhang Xiaomo felt a little tired, Long Chengxuan finally said, "Xiaomo, you can get up and move. I'll do the rest myself."

When I heard that I could move, Zhang Xiaomo was still very happy and thought that the painting had been done, but after hearing what he said, I realized that it had not been completed. That's right, it's only been more than an hour and it shouldn't be that fast.

Standing up from the chair, she walked to her husband and saw a girl leaning on the drawing paper, looking out the window with her face, looking like she was, but when she looked at the painting, she always felt something was wrong.

After looking carefully for a while, she realized that the woman in the painting was about to stand up from the chair. The smile on her face and her expression were clearly what she looked like when she saw Long Chengxuan.

Just a simple smile, can he draw it like this? Zhang Xiaomo was really convinced at this time, and he didn't expect her husband to draw it to such a level. Now she really believes that her husband can draw so well when he was five years old.

However... Zhang Xiaomo's mouth suddenly raised slightly, just as someone said, his whole body belongs to her, so what he knows is equivalent to what she knows?

Thinking of this, her eyes at Long Chengxuan became even gentler.

After a while, Long Chengxuan stopped: "Xiao Mo."

"Hmm? Have you drawn it?"
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