Chapter 2087 A Solid Family of Four

Like Luo Yibei, Xiao Naibao is very suitable for white.

The off-white cashmere is noble and elegant. Fang Chixia thinks that the father and son will look good wearing it.

After she bought it, she spent a whole night studying the knitting method. After that, for several days in a row, she devoted her energy to this matter every night after returning from the company, and sometimes even stayed up late.

Luo Yibei knew that she was very busy recently, but he didn't know what she was busy with. It has been this matter from beginning to end.

Xiao Naibao has been a little busy these days, and I don't know what he is busy with.

When he returned home, at night, Fang Chixia often locked himself in the room, Luo Yibei occupied the study, and Xiao Naibao was locked in his room. The three of them were busy with their own things.

When Fang Chixia was busy with her own things, sometimes she saw the mysterious Xiao Yi and was a little curious about what he was busy with.

Confused, she came to the outside of Xiao Naibao's room quietly, pushed open the door, and poked her head in to stare inside.

The room was empty. Xiao Naibao was in the bathroom, and seemed to be brushing his teeth.

Fang Chixia glanced around his room, closed the door with his backhand, and walked in on tiptoe, aiming at a square table in his room.

There was a large painting on the table, not sure if it was the masterpiece of Little Milk Bag these days, it was pressed with a beautiful cartoon pen, and a corner was gently lifted in the wind, which was extremely eye-catching.

Fang Chixia walked over and took the painting in his hand to look at it.

Although Little Milk Bag was not too literary in his education in the Luo family, he was born to learn everything quickly, including painting.

It was a very cute cartoon painting, with four people in it, a girl who looked like a girl from a comic, a man who looked like the male protagonist in a comic, and two children, a boy and a girl.

The little boy was much taller than the little girl. The girl had a small, chubby face, chubby little hands, and even chubby wrists and arms. The whole person was a little ball of baby fat.

The facial features and body shape were very round, but indescribably cute.

The little girl's hand and the little boy's hand are holding each other. One smiles like a blooming morning glory, and the other is cold and noble, but her eyes are warm and shining.

The expressions of the woman and the little girl in the painting are synchronized. Her head rests on the man's shoulder, and her eyebrows and eyes are curved and smiling particularly brightly.

The man tilted his head slightly and glanced at the woman beside him, his eyes warm as water.

A painting, four people, just like a beautiful family portrait, Fang Chixia, Luo Yibei, baby, and a sister who has not yet been born.

Fang Chixia looked at the painting quietly, the arc at the corner of her lips softened unconsciously, and there seemed to be something in her eyes that was about to overflow.

She liked the painting of the little milk bag.

A family of four, how wonderful!

It was like a dream that was too beautiful, so beautiful that people couldn't bear to destroy it.

Fang Chixia stared at the painting for a long time until the sound of the door handle came from the bathroom.

The little milk bag seemed to come out.

Fang Chixia looked sideways in the direction of the bathroom, wanting to put the painting back as if nothing had happened, but it was too late.

The little milk bag had already come out.

He raised his head and looked in her direction, and their eyes bumped into each other.

Fang Chixia didn't know if he was going to show it to her now, and didn't want to ruin the surprise he created, so she wanted to put the painting back, but the little milk bag suddenly said, "You are stupid, the painting is a gift for you!"