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"But no, auntie, Brother Bancheng, you don't know, in order to be able to paint well, I get up early and climb in the middle of the night all day long, and I have achieved a little success." Shen Jiani said proudly, but she didn't know that she had achieved a little success today, and she had spent ten years behind her back.

"That little girl, is there no one who can teach you again, and you have to change schools and change your old age. Division. Gu also envied Shen Jiani's head, how could this girl be as smart as her mother?

"Hehe, this time I won't change schools, and I won't change my old ones. Division, because there are no good ones. Old. The teacher can teach me. Shen Jiani looked very humble, but in fact, she just said a word to show off.

Gu Bancheng came out of the brush and pinched the little face of the person beside him: "Look at you." ”

"Haha, it's a joke, brother, I'm going to learn kung fu like Jeet Kune Do." Shen Jiani talked about her changes, but her heart was full of expectations for the future, and she felt that her life was about to change.

Gu Bancheng likes nothing more than a quiet girl, and when he heard Shen Jiani say that he wanted to learn kung fu such as Jeet Kune Do, he was shocked and asked, "Nizi, what are you talking about?" ”

"I said I want to learn kung fu, it's not interesting to draw, I've had enough, I want to change the routine, move more, it's better than sitting every day." Shen Jiani looked forward to the fact that she would go to the gym to register tomorrow.

"Girl, Si Svenwen is the best, and she really doesn't have a whole thing to dance knives and guns." Gu Bancheng expressed his opinion, and his expression was obviously unhappy......

"Brother, what era is this, don't look at the problem with old ideas, you have to know that men and women are equal......" Shen Jiani pinched her waist and said confidently.

Gu Shi listened helplessly for a long time: "This." With a sigh, he walked towards her pot.

When the child is older, not only is the kid not easy to manage, but this girl is more difficult than the kid, so I can't help but sigh and feel that I don't want a second child.

……

Gu Weiguo, who returned home, went back to his room and changed into casual clothes, and then came to the restaurant to listen to them.

"Why, I heard their giggling laughter from a distance."

"It's nothing, Dad, Nizi's paintings, the paintings are getting more and more fascinating." Gu Bancheng said praisefully, but he had a lot of taste in his heart.

His little girl, it seems that the more she grows up, the more uncontrollable she becomes?

And he's still standing still, how can this be.

"Okay, brother, it's enough for me to brag alone, don't compliment me, otherwise I won't know what my surname is." Shen Jiani pulled Gu Weiguo and said with a red face.

"Haha, come and show my uncle." Gu Weiguo turned his face sideways and glanced at the painting in Gu Bancheng's hand.

"Uncle still wait and watch, sit down, I'll add it to the painting for you first, you're watching......" Shen Jiani has never painted a picture for the Gu family, a family of three, and she can't help but want to make up for this regret.

Gu Weiguo raised his hand, opened a chair, sat on the chair, and waited for Shen Jiani's writing: "Nizi, then you will be tired......"

"By the way, what about my old father?" Shen Jiani also sat on the chair, picked up the pen, and prepared to draw.

"He has important things to deal with, and he has a meeting in the company, and he can't eat, but he said that he will come to pick you up later." Gu Weiguo stiffened his body, just said with the corners of his mouth moving slightly.

"Uncle, do you want to thank me!" Shen Jiani picked up her pen and fell on the white rice paper, wandering back and forth, not disturbed by anything at all.

Gu Bancheng: "......"

I was stunned, when Shen Jiani was painting in the past, she would say that the painting was not good even if she made a little noise, but now how can it change a lot?