Be Good Chapter 1101: Don’t try to escape if you do something bad

Yuan Miao immediately reacted when she saw her godfather looking at her mother.

Struggling from Qin Lancang's body, he rushed to his mother, "Mother, I will wipe it for you!"

The plop hung on Yuan Changhuan's body, and wiped her face with his little hands.

It was originally just three ink droplets, but after he wiped it like this, it became three horizontal lines.

Just on the forehead.

"Hahahaha, look at your mother, does she look like a tiger?"

Qin Lancang smiled, very presumptuously.

"That's one step away." Originally, Yuan Miao felt that he had made a mistake, especially when he saw his mother's face, he immediately wanted to run away.

However, Yuan Changhuan strangled his neck and did not let him escape at all.

"Do something bad and want to run away?"

"No, no, Miaomiao thinks my mother looks good like this, and it will look even better if I add a little more!" While speaking, she took a brush and scratched on her mother's forehead.

Fortunately, Yuan Changhuan stopped him quickly, "Enough!"

Take the brush from his hand.

Looking at his aggrieved little face, he was overwhelmed for a while, took a brush and began to paint on his son's face, "Mother also thinks that your face is lacking, so I will add a few strokes to make it look better."

Immediately, she quickly drew a few cat whiskers on both sides of her son's cheeks.

Yuan Miao's pink and jade-carved little face has a few black mustaches, not only not ugly, but even more cute.

Qin Lancang on the side saw the mother and son hurting each other, and she burst into tears from laughing.

Soon.

The mother and son who hurt each other looked at each other, and turned to Qin Lancang in unison.

When Qin Lan couldn't straighten up with a smile, Yuan Changhuan grabbed his arm and pressed him against the wall. Paint on Qin Lancang's face.

"Godfather, don't move, or don't blame me for making the painting ugly."

Yuan Miao was very excited.

He was blindfolded for a while, and was restrained by the mother and son. Qin Lancang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips, but when he saw Yuan Miao's serious and smiling face, he couldn't help curling his lips .

That's all.

Who let him spoil them.

It's just a face, feel free to draw them.

Because of Qin Lancang's cooperation, Yuan Miao's painting is very comfortable, but the little hand is not holding the pen firmly, and the lines are distorted, like a few bugs crawling on Qin Lancang's face.

It's even more funny than the faces of mother and child.

Yuan Changhuan held back a smile and said, "Enough is enough, you painted like this, how can your godfather go out."

There is no harm if there is no comparison. At first, Yuan Changhuan thought that the expression on his son's face was already very funny, but now seeing the expression on Qin Lancang's face, he bit his red lips tightly and swallowed his laughter .

"Hahaha, godfather looks so good too!"

Miaomiao looks at her work with her chin resting on her cheek, her eyes crooked with a smile.

Hearing Miaomiao's unconscionable praise, Qin Lancang didn't feel his sincerity at all.

"When does godfather look bad?" But when it's time to be narcissistic, Qin Lancang will not let go of the opportunity, and poses by the way, "Bring the mirror over here, I want to see."

Yuan Changhuan always carried a small bronze mirror with him, and it came in handy at this time.

Looking at Qin Lancang holding up the mirror, his expression gradually cracked.

Mother and son looked at each other.

Yuan Changhuan picked up his son, "Let's go out to wash our face first, please appreciate it slowly."

"Oh, you two, stop!" Qin Lancang exploded on the spot, seeing a distorted tortoise drawn on his face, he was in a bad mood!