Extra Chapter 2 A Bit Ugly

The old lady watched Mianmian enter Meng's house before she finally looked away.

After the child Mianmian returned to Meng's house, she immediately let go of Ying Xi's hand and ran towards the study room.

"Daddy, daddy, I'm getting fat."

Meng Yuncheng was writing. Hearing this, he immediately put down the pen in his hand. As soon as he opened the door to the study, Xiao Mianmian ran in with a blushing face.

"Daddy."

Meng Yuncheng picked up his daughter, wiped her sweat carefully with a handkerchief, and asked with a smile, "Did you have fun?"

"Happy." Mianmian nodded vigorously, "Dad, what are you doing?"

"Write." Meng Yuncheng held her and sat behind the desk, pointed at the words on it and asked her, "Do you still recognize the words I taught you yesterday?"

Xiao Mianmian narrowed her eyes, squeezed her little face into a ball, then shook her little head and said confidently, "I don't recognize it."

Yesterday, her father taught her so many words, but her head was too small to hold them. When I was playing today, I poured some out.

Meng Yunzheng, "..." Okay, this word has a little more strokes, and it is really not easy for a little kid who is almost three years old to remember it.

"Then daddy will teach you again?"

Mianmian shook her head, "I learned how to read yesterday, and today I should be drawing."

Meng Yuncheng laughed and said, "Okay, whatever you say is what it is, then come and paint, and we will have dinner after painting."

The little guy immediately became excited. He took out two pieces of drawing paper in a familiar manner, handed one to Meng Yuncheng, and unfolded the other in front of him.

Meng Yunzheng placed her on a high stool aside. This stool was exclusive to her. Lu Erbai made it according to the children's dining chair drawn by Shu Yu. The height of the chair was the same as the desk, and the supporting plate in front could be removed directly, so that she could spread the drawing paper on Meng Yunzheng's desk and draw side by side with him.

Meng Yunzheng moved his chair to the side and gave him most of the space.

Mianmian quickly sat down, spread out the paper, grabbed the pen and started to dip in ink.

Meng Yuncheng raised his eyebrows, "Have you decided what to draw so quickly?"

"I have a lot of ideas today." Mianmian replied without raising her head. ..

Meng Yuncheng laughed out loud, "Okay, then you can draw all your ideas."

After saying that, he stopped paying attention to her and started grinding himself.

In the huge study room, the father and daughter shared half a table each, no one bothered the other, they just drew their own things clearly and attentively.

Xiao Mianmian's movements were still very fast. After finishing the painting, she admired it with satisfaction for a while, then turned her little head to look at Meng Yuncheng's painting.

I frowned as I looked at it, "Daddy's paintings...are really ugly. They are dark and line by line, like earthworms. They can't compare with my colorful paintings." Hey, no wonder my mother asked my father to paint less. It turns out that’s the case.

Xiao Mianmian looked like she suddenly realized something.

After Meng Yuncheng finished the last stroke, he stood there admiring it for a moment just like his daughter. Then he took out the seal from the drawer and stamped it on a corner of the drawing paper.

Xiao Mianmian's eyes lit up. Hey, do you want to cover this thing after you finish painting?

Meng Yuncheng put down the seal, raised his head, and met his daughter's round eyes.

He immediately smiled and said, "Did you finish the painting?"

"Uh-huh."

"Daddy, take a look?"

Regardless of the colorful colors on his body, the little guy handed the masterpiece he was proud of to Meng Yunzheng and quietly waited for his praise.

When Meng Yunzheng saw it for the first time, he thought, "..." It's a bit ugly.