Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Painter Dai said to Gu Nuoer: "Little benefactor, if you don't dislike it, I want to paint a picture for you alone. Would you like to admire your face?"

The Master just said it.

The National Academy and the painter Dai have agreed that a painting will be given to a person in the academy.

Gu Nuo'er doesn't want to accept it.

After all, she is still young! It's not time to be interested in painting yet.

However, the little guy looked around and found that everyone seemed to want it.

So I have to say that Xie Liuhua made a complete mistake.

She didn't even think about it, if painter Dai really wanted money, why not sell the paintings herself, which is much more than the money she gave!

Gu Nuo'er's black and watery round eyes turned.

She smiled sweetly: "Grandpa Dai, why don't you draw a 'family portrait' for everyone in our class! Looking back on it in the future, it will be full of memories!"

Dai painter was taken aback.

I nodded immediately and smiled warmly: "Of course there is no problem. When I came, I saw the lotus flowers in the pond outside blooming just right, why don't everyone go there!"

The crowd cheered.

It is a blessing to get a painting by Mr. Dai.

But if it can be drawn into the painting by such a master, maybe it will be passed down for a hundred generations!

Jiang Xiaoran was the first to stand up and rush out: "I'm the biggest among you, it's not too much to stand in the middle?"

However, after Ye Siming walked over with Gu Nuoer.

Jiang Xiaoran consciously gave up his position: "It's better for the two of you to stand here, I'll stand by the side!"

Everyone gathered around and stood.

The girls who have a good relationship hold hands with each other, and there is even a good boy who has a good personal relationship.

Dai painter has set up the board and rice paper, and started to mix ink and prepare to write.

Yesiming felt that someone was watching him.

He lowered his eyes, Gu Nuo'er was raising his small head, and a pair of big eyes were bewildering.

"Brother Siming, aren't you holding the nest?"

Ye Siming was startled.

Then he bent down and took the little man into his arms.

Ye Siming whispered in her ear: "Can I hold it even if it is drawn into the painting?"

He never left a single word in the mortal world.

I still remember being drawn into the booklet last time, as if it was a priest in the Nine Heavens.

Include him in the heavenly book and mark him as the most vicious demon god.

"Yes!" Gu Nuo'er smiled sweetly, revealing her little white teeth, and her pink lips were waxy: "Brother Siming, you have to laugh!"

After finishing speaking, the little guy grabbed his cheeks with his two small hands and pulled slightly.

"Yeah, that's it."

Yesiming, who was forced to "smile", frowned slightly, but he didn't resist.

Jiang Xiaoran, who was next to him, turned his head to observe for a while, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Siming, you look very much like you..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Ye Siming looking at him coldly.

Jiang Xiaoran: "Uh... so handsome."

Ye Siming gradually relaxes, and he probably understands that this painting is not meant to be loaded into the heavenly book, nor to re-designate him as a demon god.

In the mortal world, he left a trace of his existence.

Then let's make this painting a little happier.

Gu Nuo'er was smiling when suddenly, Ye Siming stretched out her slender fingertips, pinched her face lightly, and squeezed in the middle.

The little man pursed his lips, and after reacting to it, his milk voice was indignant: "Brother Siming! You are bad! Let go of acridine!"

Ye Siming laughed a few times, he raised his eyebrows, showing his youthful spirit.

"Dai painter, just paint like this!"