The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

  Chapter 523 The child's temper is just what it says

  Si Lingling looked at the things his son had drawn, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

  She squatted in front of the child, and asked softly, "Yo, what are you painting?"

"painting."

   grinned, and gave a simple answer with joy.

  Si Lingling was amused by his son's answer, holding his small face and kissing him: "Well, this answer is okay."

   "Puff ha ha ha..."

   "I was amused by the mother-child interaction of the anchor."

   "Indeed, there is nothing wrong with Yo's answer. Yoyo is just a painting."

   "Hahaha...I just don’t know what his painting is, it’s not round, square, let alone, it looks pretty."

  "Don’t you think that the painting you painted is a bit like a flower?"

  "Where can there be such ugly flowers? I saw the flowers made by those in the School of Biological Sciences, they are all perfect and symmetrical."

   "The one upstairs, you're afraid it's not a fool. It was made by the Academy of Biological Sciences. It was carefully designed. How big is it?"

   "That's right, you can draw such a good picture when you are so big. I think this one is better than the one made by the School of Biological Sciences."

  Si Lingling did not have time to pay attention to how the audience reacted to the interaction between her mother and her son in the live broadcast room.

  After making her son giggle, she turned to look at her daughter.

  At this look, Si Lingling's smile became even bigger.

  啾啾 did not follow the steps my mother taught to draw at all, but dropped the pen and never lifted it up.

  From one point to a circle, the line circle after circle, like an endless mosquito coil, the end of the thread never overlaps.

  Unwilling to stop until a piece of paper is finished.

   But seeing that there was no place for herself to paint, the little girl was so anxious that she lost her temper: "Ahhhh, mommy paints."

   Tweeted while yelling to vent the depression of not being able to finish the painting smoothly, but the pen in his hand poked **** the small table without pity.

  Looking at the things drawn by the children and the infinitely extending lines, the corners of the lips raised a thick smile.

   hurriedly turned his head to calm down and said softly: "Chip, do you think this paper is not enough?"

   "Hey, look at it. Mom will turn the paper over for you, so you can continue drawing."

  While speaking, he moved very slowly, holding the little girl's smiling hand with one hand, and turning over the lined paper for Chi Chi with the other.

   "Look, can this be used again?"

   "Hahaha, mom is great."

  Tweeting at the white paper in front of me, dancing with joy, can’t wait to continue painting.

But……

   With a ‘hiss’, a piece of paper that was intact was scratched by the pen in his hand, and the ink was lost, but the paper was broken.

   Hearing the sound of the paper cracking, the action was stagnant, and then his small mouth was flattened, his eyes were red, and tears welled up from his eyes.

   Without waiting for her mother’s comfort, she cried out with a ‘wow’.

  The movement was too loud, and sister and brother Kayla stopped and looked over curiously.

   "Mom, cry."

   Seeing her sister crying sadly, she was a little overwhelmed. While standing up from the seat, reaching out to hold her sister, she turned her head to look at the mother next to her.

   "What's wrong with my sister?"

  Sister and brother Kaila quickly got up from their seats, ran a few steps to come to Chi Chiu, and looked at Si Lingling anxiously, "Auntie, why is my sister crying?"

   "What's the matter, what's the matter, why are you crying?"

   Ding Fengying's nervous voice came from the door, "Ling'er, what's the matter with the child?"

  Si Lingling: "...Mom, it's okay, you can go on your own."

   "The child is crying like this, how can I still think about it?"

  (End of this chapter)