After dressing as a villain's little wife, it's so sweet

Chapter 255 Look at that circle, how vividly it is drawn
She stretched out a finger, pointed at the top of her head, and asked, "...Uh, is it a person?"

"Yes!" Tan Xiaoman gritted her teeth.

Seeing her reaction, Tong Si suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Tan Xiaoman?"

"Congratulations, you got the answer right!" Zhong Yuantao announced excitedly.

"Crash-"

There was a tidal wave of applause from the audience.

Tong Si broke a record in this game, answering the question correctly after only asking one question.

Tong Si looked at the card he had taken from his head, and then at Tan Xiaoman, whose face seemed to have turned greener. The corners of his mouth slowly parted, revealing a particularly ill-mannered smile.

Oh, the damned fate!

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"Ouch, I'm a little darling, cutie, sweetheart, I was really wrong!" Tong Si was about to stick to Tan Xiaoman's body, her voice was as loud as she could be, but she acted like a baby.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening after the recording of the show. Tong Si, Tan Xiaoman, Mu Shuiyue and Song Tian were sitting in a Mercedes-Benz nanny car.

The car drove steadily forward.

Tan Xiaoman turned away from looking at the window after getting in the car,

Tong Si knew she was wrong, so she sat obediently with her neck curled up.

Mu Shuiyue reached out to touch her elbow, winked at her, and then pointed at Tan Xiaoman

Tong Si sighed, and had no choice but to sacrifice her ultimate magic weapon - the Dafa of acting like a baby.

Tan Xiaoman looked up at the roof of the car, but ignored Tong Si.

"Xiaoman--" Tong Si stretched out his final sound infinitely, showing his amazing lung capacity.

Finally, Tan Xiaoman turned her head slightly and glanced at her, "Come on, tell me, what's wrong with you?"

hiss--
Still have to do a review.

Tong Sizhen smiled twice, and the thoughts in his mind turned quickly.

"Well, I shouldn't just use two circles to describe your beauty." Tong Si said.

"What else?" Tan Xiaoman remained expressionless.

Tong Si lowered his head and pointed at his fingers, with an aggrieved and innocent look, "Shouldn't you be too quick to guess what was written on the card you got?"

Tan Xiaoman sneered: "Well, continue."

"I shouldn't laugh at you for not appreciating my aesthetics." Tong Si's voice became smaller and smaller.

Song Tian and Mu Shuiyue were sitting next to each other, and they were already covering their mouths and laughing.

"Hmm." Tan Xiaoman was noncommittal.

"Why is there still?" Tong Sishen raised her head and stared at Tan Xiaoman, the word "grievance" was written all over her pretty face.

Tan Xiaoman turned her head abruptly and looked at Tong Si.

The eyes of the two were intertwined in the air for several seconds.

Then, slowly approach.

"Mua—"

The two blew a kiss to each other and hugged each other.

Song Tian and Mu Shuiyue stretched out their hands to cover half of their faces, and there were expressions on their faces that they couldn't bear to look directly at.

"Let me tell you, you go back and learn how to draw for me." Tan Xiaoman said with her head next to Tong Si's.

Tong Si twitched the corner of her mouth, "I think I drew it pretty well. Look at that circle, how vivid and penetrating it is."

"hehe--"

Tan Xiaoman, Mu Shuiyue and Song Tian sneered shortly at the same time.

Tong Si turned her head and buried her head in Tan Xiaoman's soft embrace.

Sure enough, the friendship is gone, and the three of them want to break up with her.

Because there was no other work at night, the four of them had dinner at Tong Si's house and then went home.

Tong Si sent Tan Xiaoman, Mu Shuiyue and Song Tian away, and returned to the room with three little French fights.

She rubbed the foreheads of the three little ones one by one, pinched Ann's chubby cheeks, and the three little ones bounced around her several times.

Tong Si casually threw a dog toy ball on the ground, and the three little ones went over to catch the ball at the same time.

"Heh heh, heh heh—"

The short-necked milk bucket spouted air from its nose, and made the same humming sound as a piglet pokes a cabbage.

Tong Si smiled and looked at them for a while, then reached for her mobile phone.

She clicked on Fang Yangning's dialog box in WeChat.

Tong Si: [Brother Ning, are you coming back? 】

Tong Si distractedly looked at the time, it was 10:30 in the evening.

Fang Yangning has a social event today, so it stands to reason that this time is almost home.

The message didn't come back.

Tong Si looked at the chat interface of the phone and pouted.

She was bored flipping through various entertainment apps on her mobile phone, but none of them wanted to play.

Tong Si curled her lips, swiped her thumb, and clicked on a photo of herself and Fang Yangning before.

This photo was taken when I was playing in country Y.

Tong Si secretly admired the peerless beauty of her man.

It's really handsome in 360 degrees without dead ends.

Looking at the photos, Tong Si suddenly remembered the performance of those people during the recording of the program today.

In other words, is her painting really that ugly?
Thinking about it, Tong Si got up and took out a notebook, turned to the blank page, and found a gel pen in the drawer.

Putting the two things in the dressing room, she ran to the door and turned on the brightest light in the room.

OK, the light is ok.

Before painting, there is also some music.

Tong Si clicked a Mozart serenade on the phone.

Everything is ready!

Tong·Painter·Si started her creation.

When Fang Yangning returned to the room, what he saw was his little wife who was writing something seriously in the notebook.

He opened the door and didn't even give him a hug.

Normally at this time, Tong Si would have already nestled into his arms.

Fang Yangning raised his eyebrows, "Sisi?"

"En." Tong Si responded casually, with a careless look.

"I'm back." Fang Yangning reminded.

"En." Tong Si uttered a modal particle from his nasal cavity.

Seeing that his wife had no intention of getting up to give him a hug, Fang Yangning paused.

Well, she didn't come, and neither did he.

Fang Yangning took off the gray coat he was wearing, hung it on the hanger by the door, and walked over.

He wrapped her around her from behind and pressed a kiss on her temple.

The corners of Tong Si's lips curled up, she tilted her head slightly, and pecked at the corner of his mouth that was next to her.

Fang Yangning enjoyed the shallow kiss from his lovely wife, and inadvertently saw the contents of the notebook.

He froze and froze.

"Are you... drawing?" Fang Yangning asked uncertainly.

Tong Si said, "That's right, does it look like it to you?"

Look like?
Fang Yangning's voice was very hesitant, "Uh, like, what does it look like?"

On the snow-white paper, there are several more circles, there are big circles, and there are small circles.

What type of abstract painting is this?

Fang Yangning began to search for some painting knowledge he had, lest he would annoy Tong Si if he said something wrong.

After speaking, he glanced at the three little French dogs lying on the ground, "...are you drawing Ann's them?"

They are all round, so they should be right.

Tong Si's creative pen stopped, leaving a thick black dot on the paper, "What did you just say I was painting?"

The tone was full of threats.

Fang Yangning's heart was full of alarm bells, "No, it's not about drawing Ann and them, hehe."

He smiled dryly.

"Of course not, I'm drawing you, doesn't it look like it?" Tong Si asked with a look of surprise.

The expression on Fang Yangning's face was blank for three seconds.

Did he hear something wrong just now?
(End of this chapter)