I Only Love You In The Whole Wide World

On the painting book, the smooth lines outline two figures, one large and one small, close together intimately.

Yan Chengchi could easily see that the person Hanhan painted was Xia Changyue.

The little guy painted very similarly. He smiled happily when he was held by his mother, but the expression on Xia Changyue's face was an unfamiliar petting Yan Chengchi.

He had never seen her in front of a child, but this painting made him imagine her in his mind.

Yan Chengchi paused slightly and reached out to turn to the second page of the painting book.

At a dining table, Xia Changyue was sitting, but the little guy pouted her little butt, leaned against her, cupped her face in both hands, and kissed her on the cheek. Opposite their mother and son, there was a tall man sitting. Figure...

Although there is only the back and the simple lines, it is enough to tell that it is a man.

The picture of a family of three made his eyes dark and his eyes became cold.

Just about to turn to the next page, his eyes were attracted by a pink pig under the table.

A very warm family of three, but there is a pink piggy lying on the table under the table, chubby, with a bow on his head, very cute.

Although it is hiding under the table, there is still a pile of food in front of it, and there is a string of crystal saliva hanging from the corner of its mouth...

Inexplicably makes people want to laugh.

Looking at this pig, Yan Chengchi's mouth couldn't help but a faint smile appeared.

Flipping back, they are all portraits of Xia Changyue.

It can be seen that the little guy loves his mother very much.

Most of the drawing books are full of mother's sketches, some smiling, serious, and even crying...

Looking at the mother in the eyes of the three-year-old, Yan Chengchi's heart shook slightly.

The long fingers slowly swept across the drawing paper, as if trying to wipe away the tears on the drawing paper, dark eyes filled with emotions that no one could understand, deep and gloomy.

The last page of the drawing book is an unfinished sketch. It is the picture he sent him just now.

That sign represents victory.

But beside him, there is also a figure drawn, tall and indifferent... Just a few simple lines can make people feel the strong sense of oncoming.

The little guy drew him...

He only sketched out a simple outline, and he didn't have time to finish it.

It turned out that in the eyes of the little guy, he was such an almost cold image.

Yan Chengchi closed the painting book, his stalwart body leaned against the back of the chair, his long fingers bent slightly, and he tapped on the table every once in a while.

After a long time, he took the phone, opened WeChat and sent a voice.

"Your painting book is with me."

Putting down the phone, he thought of every picture in the little guy's painting book inexplicably.

Finally, he was slightly startled.

Suddenly he sat up straight again, stretched out his hand and opened the drawing book, turning it down one by one, his eyes became complicated.

In the entire painting book, there is only one picture of Dad, and it is still a back, a very vague figure, not even as clear as the few strokes outlined in the last picture.

In the heart of the little guy, he doesn't seem to like Dad.

According to the investigation data, he grew up next to An Chenxu. It is reasonable to say that he would depend on his father very much. But why did Han Han obviously feel nervous about Xia Changyue, but didn't take An Chenxu at heart?

Yan Chengchi's heart moved slightly, and there was a feeling that was beyond words.

Is this why the little guy prefers to ask him for help, but is not willing to go to his father?

The corner of Yan Chengchi's mouth raised, a little happy, and some gloating.

He felt comfortable when he thought of An Chenxu deflating in front of his son.