Jiang Xiaoya didn't hold back, and took the initiative to hand over the paintbrush.
Xiao Tangtang took the paintbrush confidently: "Tangtang can draw! Let Tangtang draw for you—"
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Director Jiang forgot everything as soon as he started working.
Fortunately, although Mo Heng was born as an idol, his expressiveness is definitely not inferior to that of professional actors. Director Jiang, who has always been picky, didn't find a chance to scold others, and finished the personal part with ease.
While Mo Heng was touching up his makeup, Director Jiang asked his assistant, "Where's my son?"
The assistant pointed to the bedroom next door: "It's under the bed!"
Director Jiang was no stranger to his son's behavior, and asked again, "Where's Tangtang?"
Assistant: "It's also inside."
Director Jiang subconsciously asked: "Did Xiaoya drive her out?"
The assistant shook his head, "I just went to take a look, the two children are having fun, they are drawing..."
Director Jiang couldn't believe it.
He tiptoed to the studio next door, squatted down, looked under the bed, and saw two children with their heads close together, Jiang Xiaoya actually allowed Tangtang to scribble on his drawing book, his face, and his body...
Director Jiang stared straight at—
You must know that Jiang Xiaoya's most precious thing is his painting book.
Usually when he is painting, he is not allowed to be disturbed by anyone.
Jiang Xiaoya's mother wanted to send a piece of fruit in from time to time, but she had to struggle outside the door for a long time...
And his painting book is also a forbidden item that Jiang Xiaoya absolutely does not allow others to touch.
"Director Jiang, what are you doing?" Director Jiang, who pouted and peeked under the bed, was so frightened that he turned his head and hissed when someone called from behind.
However, the babies under the bed have already heard the voice.
Tangtang's crisp baby voice came: "Uncle, I'm drawing with my brother—
The small mouth subconsciously licked the corners of his mouth: You must not forget dinner!
Hearing Tangtang's voice, Mo Heng squatted down curiously with Director Jiang, and poked his head under the bed—
Dumbfounded, he asked, "Tangtang, what are you doing under the bed?"
Tangtang explained proudly: "I'm painting with Brother Xiaoya."
She happily pointed to the paintings on Jiang Xiaoya's face and body, "Here, and Jieli... are all painted by me!"
Mo Heng: "..."
When Mo Heng was just touching up his makeup, he heard Chen Qiong talk about Jiang Xiaoya, and he apologized to Director Jiang with embarrassment: "Director Jiang, I'm sorry, the little guy is naughty, and he doesn't have a proper drawing..."
After all, the little guy already has a criminal record.
Gu Tingwei's white shirt did not escape her clutches.
At this moment, Director Jiang finally recovered from the shock, concealed the joy in his heart, and tried to be indifferent: "It's okay, it's okay, it's normal for children to be lively."
He sighed meaningfully: "Our Xiaoya just needs a lively and lovely kid like Tangtang to take him with him."
Mo Heng only treated Director Jiang as being polite, and waved to Tangtang: "Come out, we should go shoot commercials! Don't waste time and cause trouble for everyone."
Tangtang was summoned by Mo Heng, immediately put down her pen, crawled like a caterpillar, and crawled out from under the bed.
The one-piece cow suit on her body was covered in ashes.
Mo Heng had no choice but to ask a stylist for a sticky hair roller, and rolled it for her from top to bottom, left to right...
The little guy hasn't played with this kind of hand-held roller before. When Mo Heng was sticking dust, her eyeballs would run after the roller, and her little hands would grab the roller mischievously, just like a naughty kitten, playing with it. It was such a joy. . .
(end of this chapter)