Yan Jia held several watercolor pens in his hands. He opened his mouth slightly and said, "Feed me a cherry."

Of course Lin Zhi didn't know how to do it. He simply threw the plate on the table and said with a cold look, "You can eat it yourself."

"Zhouzhou feeds the second uncle." The child was very excited. He dropped the watercolor pen, took a cleanly washed cherry from the plate and fed it to Yan Jia, and ate another one himself.

Sweet and sour, so delicious!

The watercolor painting on the table is half finished. Zhouzhou, with the help of Yan Jia, actually painted a portrait of Lin Zhi. However, Yan Jia drew the outlines of the line drawing, and Zhouzhou was only responsible for filling in the colors.

Even though it was coloring, Zhouzhou was very happy.

Lin Zhi lowered his head, and the painting on the white paper looked somewhat similar to her. Her technique was very good and her level was good.

She didn't know that Yan Jia could draw because art class was not the main subject in high school.

But she forgot that no matter how little Yan Jia was not valued by his family, he was also the second son of the Yan family. He was raised to be an elite since he was a child. For him, painting might be as easy as playing.

Yan Jia's line drawing was very good, but Zhouzhou chose a bunch of weird colors when coloring, for example, she painted her hair golden.

Yan Jia didn't care. He painted whatever color he wanted. He took out another piece of white paper and simply and quickly drew a portrait of Zhouzhou.

Zhouzhou glanced at it and was surprised: "Second uncle's painting is really beautiful."

"Does it look like you?" Yan Jia bit his pencil.

"Like!" Zhouzhou thought it was so amazing, and his admiration for Yan Jia increased. "Second uncle is great! Zhouzhou likes you."

The child's love cannot be concealed, and his eyes are full of joy.

Zhouzhou admired Yan Jia very much, and now he admires Yan Jia even more, feeling that Yan Jia can do anything.

The best father in his mind is the one who is omnipotent and can protect him and his mother!

Second uncle can do it!

But when he thought that he already had a father, he put away this small idea.

But he has never met his father!

"Zhouzhou." Lin Zhi was angry and funny, "Then do you like mom? Mom has made so many snacks for you."

"I like it, I like my mother the most!" Zhouzhou even climbed onto the chair, put his arms around Lin Zhi's neck and kissed her.

Yan Jia said deliberately: "Zhouzhou, do you have to kiss me too, or my second uncle won't teach you how to draw?"

Zhouzhou quickly climbed down from the chair, put his arms around Yan Jia's neck, and kissed him on the cheek.

Yan Jia smiled gently, said nothing, lowered his head, and continued to paint Zhouzhou's portrait.

The pencil rotated smoothly under his hand, and black lines appeared one by one on the drawing paper. He was very serious when drawing, with a pair of narrowed eyes under his drooping eyelashes, and his brows were smooth.

Lin Zhi stood aside in a daze. At a certain moment just now, her memory overlapped with some moments in high school.

When they were in love, they often studied in the same classroom. She avoided suspicion and didn't want to sit with him. Most of the time, they would sit separately.

Sometimes, Lin Zhi would secretly glance at him when she was distracted. She liked to see him doing the questions.

Just like now.

Or it has never changed.

Zhouzhou was noisy, sometimes talking to himself, sometimes talking to Yan Jia, and kept changing watercolor pens.
Chapter completed!