My Reborn Wife Is Delicately Pretty

2"The two children are playing outside, and I'm still worried. After lying in the house for a while, I came out to look at them. I was bored sitting there, so I decided to draw a few paintings."     1

    

Chuchen would not joke about her own body. She had rested before.    

    

She did not finish drawing either.    

    

"The weather is so hot. Let Mu and the others play in the house."    

    

"My son is looking forward to your return. No matter how I coax him, I can't coax him. I have to wait for you there. He said that he will see you the moment he stands there."    

    

After Chuchen finished speaking, she suddenly turned her head to look at the two little ones.    

    

Seeing that her son was still standing at the same place, quietly watching his father holding her hand as they walked towards the pavilion, that expression was really hard to put into words.    

    

Tianci stood beside Mu and looked up at Mu.    

    

Chuchen suddenly felt sorry for her son. She pulled Jun Hao and said to Jun Hao with a laugh, "Look at how aggrieved your son is. Go and carry Mu."    

    

"Bring Tianci here as well."    

    

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

    

It was a little funny and a little helpless. "I overlooked him."    

    

When he saw his wife, his eyes were filled with the look of a pampered wife. How could he still remember his son?    

    

"He waited for you for so long, and you left him behind. You can't blame him for being wronged."    

    

Ye Junhao turned around and picked up the two little ones. He brought the two children back to Chuchen's side and walked into the pavilion side by side with Chuchen.    

    

Mu was very easy to coax. When his father picked him up and kissed him twice, he immediately threw away the grievance and happily hugged his father's neck.    

    

After entering the pavilion, Jun Hao put down the two children. He went to the painting rack. Since he had not finished painting, he could only see the scenery of the courtyard based on the shape of a child.    

    

The nearby pot of flowers had been drawn by her, but they were not colored. Jun Hao felt that even if they were not colored, the flowers that his wife drew were vivid and lifelike.    

    

Chuchen came from a wealthy family and had received good education. Because she had learned how to design, her foundation in painting was much better than that of ordinary people.    

    

Jun Hao looked at the painting that was not finished and remembered that many years ago, he went to the Mu Family to pay a visit. Of course, he used Mu Zhiyuan as an excuse. When he entered, he saw Chuchen drawing in the yard.    

    

At that time, there was a lot of paper beside her painting rack. It was because she did not draw well enough. Her mother-in-law asked her to redraw it and she threw it on the ground.    

    

He picked up the paper that she threw away. In the eyes of laymen, her paintings were not good enough, but in the eyes of laymen, she drew very well.    

    

In his eyes, no matter what she drew, he treated it as a famous painting and wanted to frame it and keep it.    

    

But at that time, she was still an underage girl, so he did not dare to reveal even half of his feelings for her. He gave her a few regrettable pointers, and then he helped her throw the pieces of paper into the trash can.    

    

Recalling the past, Ye Junhao actually felt that it was sweet. He had a crush on a person. And it was a girl who was six years younger than him. She watched her grow up bit by bit from a young girl. Then he married her into his family and became his wife. The process was actually very beautiful.    

    

Unfortunately...    

    

"Hubby, how is it? Do you think I didn't draw well? I remember that you were also a master in alchemy. When I was a teenager, you also taught me how to draw, and you taught me how to draw. I was able to turn in my talent that day, or else my mom would have let me paint until the sky turned dark."    

    

Her best teacher was her mother.    

    

Ye Junhao smiled. "It's been many years since I picked up a brush. If I were to paint now, I'm afraid I would not be as good as you."    

    

He bent his waist slightly and placed his finger on the paper. He gently stroked the paper.