Petty Bourgeoisie in Portable Space

Chapter 668
Well, every day.

Yang Yang didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to laugh.

Xiaohong also obediently stayed at her master's feet, fearing that the fire would burn herself.

There is no way, she is useless, she can use poison, and she can't do anything else.

Each of them stopped when they got tired from running. Of course, the one who was tired must be Yi Yi, and the little pig was a good boy, and ran away if he didn't reply.

"Wife, stop making trouble, come here quickly, didn't you say you want to draw a picture here?" The last piece is in the innermost part, and there is only a little bit of it.

It took a bit of work as it was relatively humid here.

"Well, here we come." After hearing her husband's words, Yiyi gave up chasing Xiaozhu and walked towards Yang Yang.

"Wow, husband, you're awesome, it's done so quickly." Looking at the flat wall, one by one made me happy.

Here, I figured out what to paint early in the morning.

This will be my ancestral home in the future.

Of course I want to draw my whole family.

Seeing the hostess coming, Xiaohong immediately ran to the little pig.

"Boss, are you okay?" Xiaohong asked with concern.

Little Pig Bird doesn't want to bully her either, he's an afterthought, a coward.

"Stop, boss, it's not that I don't want to help you, but that the hostess is so right, we are useless." She was very self-aware.

"You, get out." The little pig was so angry.

"Don't worry, boss, I'm a pig. It's because I'm useless, because I failed to protect boss." Xiaohong was so sad.

The little pig was powerless: "You showman, get out of here."

That's right, Xiaohong was acting. When Xiaozhu was being chased, she thought, "Don't count me in, don't count me in."

Today is the last bit, so I can get everything out after painting this time.

"Wife, do you think that drawing your husband so, um, is too ugly?" Yang Yang asked cautiously.

"Is there? I don't think so, don't you always look like this?" Yiyi would admit it, she did it on purpose.

Who made the five children less and less like me, really, none of them were like me.

When I was young, I still looked a little like it, but the older I got, the less I looked like it. It really pissed her off.

Yiyi glared at Yang Yang and said, "Do you have an opinion?"

"No, no, definitely not." Yang Yang was stared at by his wife, and immediately changed his words.

"My wife's paintings are the most realistic, and I look like this." Yang Yang's words made Yiyi laugh happily.

"It's almost there."

On the contrary, Xiaozhu and Xiaohong felt that it was too fake, but they didn't have the guts to say it.

They are both afraid.

After finishing the painting, stand a little farther away one by one, and look at your own painting: "It's so beautiful."

Yang Yang also smiled: "My wife draws really well."

The two stood together, looking at the painting on the wall.

There are seven members of their family in the painting, of course there are little pigs and little red.

After hearing what the master said, the two also ran over immediately.

When you see yourself in the painting.

The two were very happy: "This is me." Xiaohong immediately stepped forward and rushed towards her figure.

Neither Yiyi nor Yang Yang came to stop them in a hurry.

I saw the stinky snake reflected directly on the undried painting on the wall.

Xiaohong was knocked unconscious by herself, and fell down directly.

"Haha, you deserve it." However, Yiyi was still quite worried about Xiaohong, and stepped forward to pick her up.

"How? Are you still fascinated by your own charm?"

"How can it be, isn't it the hostess who draws so well." Xiaohong said.

　It's not over yet, it's just that the progress is too slow, so it's a little earlier.

　　Let's just brush off the unimportant ones.

　　The protagonist is still the most important.

　　New book seeking collection "The Concubine of Qingchuan Space"

　　Happy valentines day

　　
　
(End of this chapter)