I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

Qu Sinian: "???"

Is this the rhythm of going to heaven?

When he raised his head, he saw that the person in charge had a lump in his throat and his lips were trembling.

Probably thinking of what other words to praise.

But after thinking about it, my face turned blue, and I really couldn't think of any other words to evaluate such a "magnificent work".

Finally, the person in charge turned around, finally gave up torturing himself, and walked decisively to the other children.

Qu Sinian: "..."

I said earlier that I want you to watch the variety show first.

Qu Sinian looked to the side again, and now Lu Gou was indifferently playing with his mobile phone with his head down, trying to avoid this cruel painting by keeping out of sight.

After that, Qu Sinian looked at it and couldn't help but said, "Lili, why does your father only have three eyelashes?"

Lu Junhan: "..."

Xiao Luli turned her head happily: "Uncle Qu, isn't it pretty?"

Qu Sinian: "It's okay... right."

Qu Sinian asked again: "...But, why are the eyelashes green?"

Little Luli didn't hesitate: "It's beautiful!"

Qu Sinian: "..."

"I'll draw a little skirt for Dad later!"

The little girl blinked her big black and bright eyes: "Super cute and beautiful pink skirt!"

Qu Sinian: "..."

Lu Junhan: "..."

Xiao Luli said happily: "This way, Dad will be cuter!"

Lu Junhan couldn't bear it anymore, and knocked her on the head directly: "Shut up, let me draw you properly!"

"There are good paintings..."

Little Loli held her head aggrieved, and her little milk voice was extremely dissatisfied, "Dad, look," she pointed at the painting, "They painted your hair so beautifully!"

Lu Jun's face was cold and his tone was dangerous: "Do you still have the guts to lift your hair?"

"Yes, I have,"

Little Lolita pointed to her plump and tender face: "Dad, look, someone with a face is here! But it seems that his face can't lift his hair..."

As she said that, the little girl grabbed one of her long ponytails with her small hand, frowned, and looked very distressed: "Dad, can your face lift your hair?"

Lu Junhan: "..."

Qu Sinian: "..."

If you lose, you lose, you can't fight.

When Little Lu Li finished painting a painting, Lu Junhan was already planning to find a coffin at the Museum of History and Archaeology, stuff her in it, and bury her on the spot.

Qu Qianqian's paintings are not much better.

It's just a little bit inferior to her elder sister Lili.

But one thing is the same——

They all painted little skirts for their daddy, pink.

Qu Sinian: "..."

Just in time, he went to ask Lao Lu which coffin he planned to open in the history museum, and just sent the two of them in together.

Zhang Dazhuang and Jian Yi's expressions were not very good either.

Zhang Yiming drew a blue pig that looked like it had been poisoned, and that pig was big and fat.

And because the pig is so easy to draw, the painting was finished in one go. Seeing that there was still time, Zhang Yiming simply thought about drawing the pig's feet carefully.

So, when the final product came out, the blue pig grew eight legs like a poisoned pig.

Red feet, purple feet, green feet...

Colors vary.

It is said that this inspiration came from reading the masterpiece of his sister Lili.

Looking at the eight feet of different colors that Zhang Yiming drew, he was obviously very satisfied, and said happily, "Sister Lili is really a genius!"

Zhang Dazhuang: "..."

Jian Xiyan is even more ruthless.

With his delicate and fair face, he stared carefully at his expressionless father for a minute.

In the end, she pursed her bright red lips thoughtfully, as if she knew how to paint, and then decisively grabbed the pink paintbrush.

Instantly drew a pink dog.

The whole process took less than thirty seconds.

As for the remaining 9 minutes and 30 seconds, he tried his best to use up all kinds of paintbrushes and painted countless poops of different shapes for his father.

After putting down the last brush for drawing poop, Xiaozheng was so satisfied to see that he had all kinds of colors, obviously very very beautiful paintings.

The mechanical voice of the mobile phone praised: "Sister Lili is really amazing."

Jian Yi: "..."

[Speaking of which, I have a lot of colds and three-dimensional things recently, and I really don’t have time to update them. I almost go to bed at three or four in the morning recently. I’m too tired, but if I can update, there will be more updates. I won’t abandon the pit, but there will be fewer updates. I'll update when I'm done with this, sorry. 】