President Daddy's Excessive Love

Cheng Yue stayed close to her, and when she moved her fingers, a beautiful picture scroll appeared on the book. She was shocked, and felt that Ji Tingyan had started drawing randomly, but slowly, it became like she did not understand, and could not learn at all. When the entire scenery appeared, it was already a beautiful picture.

"Xiaonai, those hands of yours must have been kissed by God. Otherwise, why would a few simple strokes be able to cause a person to experience things so far away from their family? Even a vulgar person like me would find it inconceivable." The more Cheng Yue looked at her, the more ashamed she felt that she didn’t have the slightest bit of artistic talent.

Ji Tingyan pursed her lips and laughed. Then, she made a camera with her hand and compared it with Cheng Yue, "How about, I also paint you in and give you this as a gift?"

"Really? "Xiaonai, thank you. Please draw me prettier." Cheng Yue was slightly agitated, but she quickly straightened her collar to make herself look more energetic.

Ji Tingyan smiled and said, "You are very pretty, you are very handsome."

The corners of Cheng Yue’s lips curled up even more violently as she laughed in an extremely happy ma

er.

Ji Tingyan raised her head from time to time, looking at Cheng Yue, the tip of her brush smoothly sketched out her facial features, and very quickly, her expression appeared on the book, it was only drawing the upper half of Cheng Yue’s body, blending with the scenery without any color, just a single black, but Cheng Yue’s smiling appearance was already mesmerized.

After Ji Tingyan finished drawing, she tore off the page and passed it to Cheng Yue, "Here you go, I have never been confident in my drawing abilities. Take a look and see if it looks like you."

Cheng Yue hurriedly received it with both hands, and carefully examined it before scratching the back of her head, "Aren’t you painting me too beautifully? Is my smile really that beautiful?"

"It looks even better than the one in the painting. No wonder Wang Chen couldn’t forget about you." Ji Tingyan laughed and teased her. Cheng Yue’s face turned red from embarrassment. Suddenly, she noticed that the training had ended and Xiao Ting was walking over, wearing only a t-shirt. His handsome face was covered in sweat and his body was sturdy and alluring.

"Xiaonai, how about we draw your sweetheart? This is a very meaningful matter. If you give him a painting, he will definitely keep it forever." Cheng Yue immediately teased her as well.

Ji Tingyan’s beautiful eyes were filled with love, she looked at Shi Ting who was walking towards her, and then whispered: "I don’t dare to draw him."

"Why?" Cheng Yue was stu

ed. She didn’t dare to draw, and yet, with just a few strokes, she was already so engrossed in her painting.

Ji Tingyan’s face was filled with uncertainty. She pursed her lips and sighed, "I’m afraid that I won’t be satisfied no matter how I paint. Rather than being disappointed, I might as well not paint."

"Oh, I understand. Mr. Binding is already hiding in your heart. You don’t even need to draw him." Cheng Yue burst into laughter.

Ji Tingyan quickly covered her mouth with her hands. This shy action of hers, as well as her anxious expression, was seen by Xiao Ting. He immediately walked over with a smile and asked them curiously, "What are you guys talking about? Why are you chatting so happily?"

"No ??." "Nothing." Ji Tingyan’s face flushed red. Cheng Yue hurriedly said tactfully, "Xiaonai, you guys chat, I’ll go and see what Wang Chen is doing."

Cheng Yue took the painting and happily walked away. Ba Ting saw Ji Tingyan with her hands behind her back. His tall body carried an oppressive aura as he walked past her: "What are you hiding in your hands, show me."

"It’s nothing. I just randomly drew a few paintings." Ji Tingyan’s beautiful eyes flashed, but she didn’t dare to look straight into the man’s eyes. In fact, when Cheng Yue came to look for her, she had already drawn a perfect painting in her room, but it was a little unsatisfactory and she didn’t dare to show it.

"Oh? "Let me see, I’ve never seen your painting before." When Jia Ting heard this, his interest was piqued even further. He stretched out his long arm and was about to snatch it from her back.

How could Ji Tingyan be his opponent, she obediently let him take away the book. The man opened a page, his pupils deepened, and a smile appeared on his face, "Not bad, you’re very talented. If we have a daughter in the future, she will definitely inherit your talent for painting."

Ji Tingyan blushed and whispered, "Who wants to have children with you, you haven’t even learned a single word."

"If you don’t want to give birth to me, who do you want to give birth to?" Xiaonai’s lion-like face froze for a moment before she looked at her with hidden bitterness. "Xiaonai, you couldn’t have changed your mind, right?"

"I didn’t." Ji Tingyan puffed up her cheeks, "Fine, give birth to a daughter, and let her inherit my talent. Just like how I inherited my mother’s talent, she’s a clothing designer and is born to love painting."

When Jia Ting saw that she had agreed, he immediately became happy. "No wonder you have such a hobby."

Ji Tingyan saw that he turned the pages and was looking at them very seriously. When he turned his hand down, Ji Tingyan was so scared that her breath stopped, and she immediately wanted to reach out and snatch it back, but the man subconsciously raised his hand. With his height, even if Ji Tingyan jumped, she wouldn’t be able to catch him.

"Give me the book."

At this moment, Jia Ting turned to the next page. When he saw the drawing of a man, he couldn’t help but squint his eyes. "This can’t be me, right?"

Ji Tingyan could not stand it, she lowered her head, put her hands behind her back, and used her toes to kick the rocks, pretending to be light as she said, "Yes, it’s you, but I don’t seem to draw well, not like you."

"Indeed, you’re not like me. You’ve made me look too robust." Ba Ting could not help but laugh out loud. His voice was bright and clear, but it was filled with joy from the bottom of his heart.

"Nonsense, I’m not. Your figure isn’t that good." Ji Tingyan retorted angrily.

However, Ying Ting remained silent, his voice gradually growing heavier: "My figure is good, didn’t you already get familiar with me long ago?"

"What’s the use of it? Who knows, it might not be of any use." Ji Tingyan was purposely angry at him.

"What did you say?" Jia Ting didn’t expect her to question his masculinity. He narrowed his eyes in displeasure, "Xiaonai, looks like I have to correct your dangerous thoughts."

"What idea?" Ji Tingyan blinked her eyes and asked.

Fu Ting immediately pulled her closer to him, his thin lips close to her ear as he breathed in and out softly, "Why don’t we try it tonight and see if I can be of use?"

She placed her hands on each other’s chest, her beautiful eyes filled with shyness: "Ji Ting, I don’t doubt your intentions. Actually, if you think it’s appropriate for tonight, I don’t mind, why don’t we try."

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