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Chapter 396 The ups and downs of secret love

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    "I was always worried when the two children were playing outside the house. After lying in the house for a while, I came out and looked at them. I was bored sitting there, so I just drew a few pictures."

    Chuchen would not joke about her body, she had rested.

    Her painting was not done well either.

    "The weather is so hot, let Mumu and the others play in the house."

    "My son is looking forward to your coming back. I can't coax him no matter how hard I try. I have to wait for you there, saying that I can see you right away."

    After Chuchen finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the two little ones.

    Seeing her son still standing there, quietly watching his father holding her hand and walking to the pavilion, his expression was really hard to describe.

    Tianci stood beside Mumu, looking up at Mumu.

    Chuchen suddenly felt sorry for her son. She grabbed Jun Hao and said to Jun Hao with a smile: "Look at the aggrieved look on my son's face. Go and hug Mumu."

    "By the way, bring Tianci here as well."

    Ye Junhao turned his head and looked at the two little ones.

    It¡¯s also a bit funny and a bit helpless, ¡°I ignored him.¡±

    When he saw his beloved wife, he looked like a beloved wife in his eyes and in his heart, but he could not remember his son.

    "He has been waiting for you for so long. You can't blame him for leaving him behind."

    Ye Junhao turned around, picked up the two little ones, walked back to Chuchen with the two children, and then walked into the pavilion side by side with Chuchen.

    Mumu is very easy to coax. As soon as his father picked him up and kissed him twice, he immediately put aside his grievances and hugged his father's neck contentedly.

    After entering the pavilion, Jun Hao put down the two children. He came to the easel. Since he hadn't finished the painting yet, he could only tell with a little rudimentary appearance that what Chuchen was painting was the scenery of the courtyard.

    The nearby pot of flowers had been painted by her without coloring. Jun Hao felt that even without coloring, the flowers his wife painted were still lifelike.

    Chuchen was born into a wealthy family and received a good education. And because she studied design, her painting skills were much better than those of ordinary people.

    Jun Hao looked at the unfinished painting and remembered that one day many years ago, he went to visit Mu's house. Of course, he used Mu Zhiyuan as an excuse. When he entered, he saw Chuchen painting in the yard.

    At that time, there was a lot of drawing paper thrown next to her easel. She didn't draw well enough and her mother-in-law asked her to redraw it, so she threw it on the ground.

    He picked up the drawing papers she had thrown away. In the eyes of an expert, her paintings were not good enough, but in the eyes of an outsider, her paintings were excellent.

    In his eyes, no matter how she painted it, he regarded it as a famous painting, and he wanted to frame it and collect it.

    But she was still an underage girl at the time, and he didn't dare to show any of his feelings for her. He gave her a few regretful instructions and then threw the drawing papers into the trash can for her.

    Recalling the past, Ye Junhao actually felt that it was sweet to have a crush on a girl who was six years younger than him. He watched her grow up little by little from a young girl, and then married her into his family and became his wife.  The process is actually beautiful.

    Unfortunately¡­¡­

    "Honey, how are you? Do you think I am not good at painting? I remember that you are also a master of painting. When I was a teenager, you also guided my painting. With your guidance, I could deliver the work that day, otherwise I would  Mom allows me to paint until dark."

    Her best teacher is her mother.

    Ye Junhao smiled and said, "I haven't picked up a paintbrush for many years. If you ask me to paint now, I'm afraid I won't be as good as you."

    He bent slightly, and his knuckled fingers fell on the drawing paper, gently stroking the drawing.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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