Gradually, a male silhouette was outlined on the snow-white rice paper, with a gentle edge and soft edges, and the peach blossom eyes on the top were filled with a strange and playful touch.

From Yan Xiaye's perspective, this portrait is more vivid than the one that Qin Yiren gave her last time.

If the person in the previous portrait is seven points similar to Ji Liangchen, then there are only five points left in this picture.

This result made Yan Xiaye frown. Because of the previous portrait, since the moment she saw Ji Liangchen, she had deliberately had a close relationship with him. These days, she had been roughly touching him.

Cleared some of his nature.

The man seemed frivolous and wandering, spending most of his time wandering around idle, and disappearing completely and simply, keeping his mouth shut about work, but occasionally mentioning a boss who often exploits him.

Even though he always complains, it is not difficult to hear that he has a very close relationship with that big boss, and it is not just as simple as an ordinary superior and subordinate relationship.

Coupled with his unfathomable hacking skills, his background suddenly became more secretive, which made people interested in exploring it.

"Swish--"

The shadow behind the man was roughly depicted. Qin Yiren pulled the paper out of the notebook like a sleepwalking, and threw it under the bed, holding her head and thinking hard.

It can be seen that she is not satisfied with this painting.

This made Yan Xiaye's tense heart a little relaxed, and she shook the quilt and covered Qin Yiren, quietly not disturbing her contemplation.

Perhaps, we should find a suitable opportunity to let Qin Yiren meet Ji Liangchen himself.

However, the trip to the capital a few days ago made her relationship with Ji Liangchen hard to describe, and Qin Yiren was obviously out of shape yet.

As a close friend, how could she not see that Qin Yiren has tried her best? Her painting techniques that have made rapid progress in a short period of time are the best evidence, so how can she bear to stimulate the other party?

Silently holding back the stinging pain in his heart, Yan Xiaye put his mind on Ji Liangchen for the time being, thinking about how to repair the relationship with the other party as soon as possible, and then visit his home to see his son to the end.

What it looks like.

If, if that child was really her son, could she recognize it at a glance?

In her memory, her child was still at a small age, wrapped in a white quilt like a cute glutinous rice ball, and she didn't even have the chance to take a good look at him.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaye suddenly became unconfident and clenched his fingers on the edge of the quilt with force, and his fingertips were trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Baby, please wait for me again. No matter how long it takes, I will definitely meet you.

...

The next day, Yan Xia got up early at night and made breakfast for everyone.

Xiao Yunduo was the one who slept the best last night. He ran down from the building with great enthusiasm while smelling the fragrance, and then rushed into Yan Xiaye's arms.

He tiptoed over Yan Xiaye's plate in his hand, and he taught her a lesson seriously: "Yanyan, why did you get up so early? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"I can't sleep, and I think you're probably hungry, so I just got up and cooked delicious."

He picked up another plate casually, Yan Xiaye and Xiao Yunduo arranged the dining table together, one big and one small, and they were very busy.

When the last plate was put in a steady state, she forked a piece of ham from her plate to reward the little guy, turned to look at the quiet second floor.

Xiao Yunduo bit off the ham in one bite, immersed in the happiness of Yanyan feeding him personally, and said happily: "Dad was sleeping very late yesterday. I was very careful when I got up and didn't disturb him."

"Awesome!" Yan Xiaye smiled, lowered his eyes and stared at the little guy's lively and cute appearance. After hesitating for a while, he asked softly: "Yunduo, the board game you brought yesterday did not seem to be the one Yiren gave you to you.

payment?"

“Um…”

Xiao Yunduo's chewing movement suddenly stopped, a small bag bulged on his cheek, and he whispered in a vague way: "How do you know about Yanyan?"

"Because I know you like similar games very much. I originally planned to buy it for you on the day of the release, but when I arrived, I was already short."

Speaking of this, Yan Xiaye paused and observed the little guy's expression without a trace: "This game has four different packaging. I remember that the box Yiren gave you was limited to the mage, but you took it out yesterday.

The cover of the box is different, should it be the Warrior series?"

Xiao Yunduo suddenly realized it, then swallowed the ham in his mouth wilted. At this time, he did not forget to flatter her: "Yanyan is so smart."

Yan Xiaye glanced at the little guy's reaction that he wanted to speak but stopped, and the subtle premonition in his heart became real.

Originally, she thought it was bought by the bodyguard or Yan Jiu for him.

However, Xiao Yunduo has an independent personality and does not like to bother others. He rarely asks for what he likes, let alone ask others to queue up for him to buy it.

In other words, if you understand his preferences, you will automatically buy good things to give to him...

"This was given to me by my mother. I just mentioned it casually. It was about half a month before the game was released, but she didn't expect that she would remember it all in her heart."

The little body turned around the chair for a while, and Xiao Yunduo looked at the game box on the coffee table in a complicated mood. Unexpectedly, this kind of detail would have betrayed him.

Yan Xiaye pursed his lips thoughtfully, raised his eyes and stared at his jade-carved side face. After thinking for a moment, he said softly: "It seems that she cares about you very much."

Xiao Yunduo did not answer immediately. The little figure froze for a moment, and there was a little more loneliness in his tender voice that was inconsistent with his age: "Yanyan, I don't know."

"What?"

"Mommy did buy a lot of things for me, and she would take me out to play when Daddy and you were busy, but she never explained to me why she refused to show up for so many years."

"You... didn't try to ask her?"

"If she wants to tell me, even if I don't ask, she will still say it." Xiao Yunduo shook her head, turned around and showed a big smile at Yan Xiaye, and her attitude towards the problem was unexpectedly mature: "If she doesn't want to tell me,

It doesn’t make sense to ask, it’s what Daddy told me.”

Looking at the considerate and sensible little Yunduo, Yan Xiaye didn't want to praise him at all, but felt very distressed.

At the age of a little guy, he should grow up happily like other children of the same age. Forced smiles and other things are not suitable for him at all!

He reached out and brought the little guy into his arms. Yan Xiaye comforted him and gave him a kiss. After thinking about it, he couldn't help asking, "Yunduo, do you like your mommy?"
Chapter completed!