Chapter 20: Chapter 20 Fu Xiaomo’s Painting Did Not Pass Chapter 20: Chapter 20 Fu Xiaomo’s Painting Did Not Pass “Is this really okay?” Li Xingwan wriggled her slender waist, intending to maintain the pose she had just had.
At first, it was alright. But as time went on, it became too much for her; she almost wanted to lean her entire body against him.
After all, she was accustomed to the life of a pampered lady, fragile and delicate. She was either comfortably reclining or sitting. When had she ever had to stay stiff for so long?
The live stream audience was getting quite excited about this.
“Let go of my husband!”
“Why is she pressing up against him so tightly?!”
“Sob! How I wish I could be the female lead in that man’s arms, what do I do?”
Die-hard fan. “Wishful thinking.”
“Ah… finally finished drawing.” Little Momo finally put down the pen. The little guy even lazily stretched his waist. “Mummy, look.”
Li Xingwan immediately stood up from Fu Chengzhou’s embrace and walked briskly toward Little Momo, full of anticipation. After all, the little guy had spent so much time on it, there had to be a satisfying piece of art waiting for her.
However, the moment her gaze fell on it, her eyelids twitched, and she gritted her teeth. “Little, Momo, Momo!”
The camera captured the subtle expression on Li Xingwan’s face and shifted to Little Momo’s drawing.
“Pfft! Hahaha!” Everyone in the live stream burst into uncontrollable laughter, the kind where you laugh so hard you get abs.
“I can’t, I can’t, I’m laughing myself to death.”
“I thought the child of a wealthy family must have some serious drawing skills, considering the seriousness of his work, but I didn’t expect… it’s almost as bad as my son’s, hahaha.”
On Little Momo’s canvas were drawn Li Xingwan and Fu Chengzhou, both with elongated bodies like pencils, extremely abstract.
You couldn’t tell at all that it was meant to be humanoid.
The arms were crawling like caterpillars.
It could be described as terribly unsightly.
Li Xingwan’s mouth twitched and twitched again. Then she put her hand on her forehead and turned her gaze away, unable to look directly at it.
“It’s my fault, all my fault. I didn’t teach the little guy how to draw properly.”
Little Momo looked at the pen in his hand and then at Li Xingwan’s expression, somewhat confused. “Mummy, is my drawing not pretty? Are you angry?”
“No, darling, not at all! Mummy is definitely not angry. Mummy is happy,” Li Xingwan immediately showed her eight pearly teeth to the little one. “Your drawing is great. It perfectly matches me and your daddy.”
“Pfft! Hahaha!” The live stream audience mercilessly burst into laughter again.
“Let me see.” At that moment, Fu Chengzhou stood up and walked over to Little Momo, his gaze landing on the drawing, his eyelids twitching imperceptibly.
“What’s wrong? Do you also dislike my drawing?” Fu Xiaomo challenged Fu Chengzhou. Those eyes, so similar to Fu Chengzhou’s, also clearly expressed his slight unfamiliarity with the man before him.
Fu Chengzhou chuckled. “International masters are waiting for you!”
“Congratulations, you’ve got yourself a training class.”
As expected, you have to rely on the real dad. At this moment, she definitely couldn’t step in as the stepmother.
Fu Xiaomo felt a little disappointed.
Li Xingwan saw it and was about to say something when the production team spoke up again.
“Because Little Momo’s artwork didn’t make the cut, you all need to accept a certain punishment.”
“What punishment?” Fu Xiaomo puffed up his cheeks and asked the production team, obviously not too pleased with their assessment of his artwork.