My Ferocious Tigress Wife

The latest chapter of my lady fierce than tiger!

When it comes to painting, what Xiao Baoxin can think of is related to Xie Xian, the painting papers blacked out by him, and the emotions on them are so...it is hard to say.

I’ve only heard that he is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. After he married into Xie’s mansion, he has been busy with government affairs, and he has almost no time to spare. At that time, she was the mainstay of self-cultivation, and he didn't have the energy to drive her crazy.

So when Xie Xian mentioned painting, Xiao Baoxin's eyes lit up.

"Okay."

The two went to the study, holding hands, sitting crookedly on the couch, Xie Xian's pen and dragons and snakes didn't need a stick of incense to finish the painting.

The ink painting is very casual, and the facial features cannot be said to be very similar, but she is the one who has a vivid look. Xiao Baoxin is very satisfied with a glance, and yells to be mounted.

The main thing is that the belly of the person in the painting is also straight. It is very rare that a person can have a big belly painted several times in his life.

Moreover, the smile at the corner of her mouth felt beautiful to her, and it was so beautiful.

"You are so talented, husband, is there anything else you don't know?" Xiao Baoxin would immediately embrace him if he was not afraid that he would be arrogant about the painting.

Xie Xian: He just makes a few random pens, so he praised him like that?

Do business talk to each other?

Or was she too dissatisfied with the painting just now, compared with that one, did she deliberately make a gesture of joy by comparing it with that one?

"What do you think, I really like it!" Xiao Baoxin pushed him with a smile. "My husband is really talented."

‘Your husband’s talents have not yet been revealed. ’

Xie Xian didn't care whether she was sincere or not—of course, he seemed to be sincere. Anyway, who is so boasted by his wife, pride is right.

If he knew that any picture could make her happy like this, of course he would be more attentive and strive for perfection.

"You are already perfect." Xiao Baoxin squeezed Xie Xian's face.

Suddenly, he was kicked in the stomach.

"Yo, the little guy agrees too, saying that his father is perfect!"

Xie Xian was taken aback for a moment, "He really said that?"

"Such a little baby can already talk in his stomach?"

Xiao Baoxin was speechless for a while, feeling that the two brain circuits were not on the same line.

The old son, I can speak in my stomach, because he is an old soul with memories of past lives. But this time, this one in my stomach is really not so scary. A normal fetus kicked her, turned over, kicked her again, and that's it.

It's really not possible to talk or communicate or something.

In fact, five months ago, she was really worried for a while. It was at that time that the old son suddenly appeared and talked about the bad things of the past and the present.

She didn't want all the sons of the previous life to be packed together. It didn't hurt her, but it was too unfair to Xie Xian.

He is indeed the child's biological father, but with the memory of his previous life, he always feels...a bit flawed.

One, sincerity is enough, they will not be blessed to suffer too much.

Fortunately, the baby was pretty strong, and he didn't make any demon moths. Dreaming that Xiao Baoxin didn't know how many thanks to God. Kneeling used to be beaten by God, it is the reborn Xiao Jingai, and the rebuilt Xie Yan (Yang Dachun), for the God with innocent brain circuits, she did not make another magical arrangement in her stomach, she thanked God and thanked God. common people. Pregnant women are fragile in their hearts and can't really stand up to the toss.

"...What are you thinking? Of course he can't speak. He's still a little bit of meat." Xiao Baoxin looked at Xie Xian disgustedly: "I just got kicked and expressed it exaggeratedly. It's so difficult. understanding?"

Xie Xian grinned:

"The main reason is that the lady's talent skills are so amazing, God knows if there will be any baby words."

"However, if Erlang praises A-da so much, A-da is still happy."

"I have been thinking these days, what name should I give to Erlang... What does Qing Qing think of the word Qi? Wang Qi-Qi, which means beautiful jade. It is the same as Ayan."

Xiao Baoxin: "Do you want to open a jade shop?"

A bunch of beautiful jade?

"Of course, the name sounds good. I have no objections, I'll listen to you." Xiao Baoxin's gaze is still on the painting, how beautiful it looks, and how satisfied it looks.

She has never bothered about naming things.

Thinking about the names that the old son came up with back then, I feel that Xie Xian's toe covers are better than that.

What's more, as soon as the news of her pregnancy came out, Xie Xian has been studying the words every day, and her name has been written all over ten large pieces of white paper.

It was clear that after six or seven months of consideration, the decision was finalized.

Of course, she has a veto, and she will definitely not insist on opposing Xie Xian. But it's really unnecessary, it's all his hard work.

"Aqi's name is very nice."

The couple talked at night and chatted for a short while. Seeing that Xiao Baoxin couldn't bear to let go of the painting even when she slept, Xie Xian finally determined that this one really liked it.

"I will draw you a portrait every year from now on." Xie Xian whispered softly.

Xiao Baoxin: "...You don't want to perfuse me with paintings every year, do you?"

I don't need my brain anymore, just send her away with the painting?

Forgive her for thinking too much, but that's what she thinks.

Has it been perfunctory after only two and a half years of marriage?

Think about it, a bit angry.

Xie Xian endured and endured, but he couldn't bear it, and he laughed. Look at that small face, like a cat who hasn't caught a whole pot of fish in front of him, showing sharp claws, not intending to scratch people, but more to express dissatisfaction.

The face was bulging like two plums were stuffed in.

"Of course not. Qingqing," Xie Xian hugged Xiao Baoxin: "You think too much. It's just that you like this painting too much for your husband, and I think that I will have a portrait for you every year, which is also a kind of commemoration, etc. I'm old, and it's interesting to see if it is taken out? Of course, it doesn't mean the same He Yi every year... He Yi, I still have to prepare separately."

Xiao Baoxin's face was reddening, and he felt as though he had lost his temper.

She held her belly solemnly and said, "It's still the same as when I was pregnant with Ayan. I really feel like I'm going up. Well, it's really bad."

What actually said is the same as the truth.

Xie Xian hugged her in his arms, not too overjoyed.

"When I'm with Qingqing, it's my happiest time." He sighed softly in her ear, "I like your expressions and emotions, including your small temper and big temper."

Xiao Baoxin was hugged tightly in his arms, his ears were full of his heartfelt voices, full of:

‘Love you, love you. ’

So that the words that came out suddenly burrowed into the ears abruptly, so vivid and deafening:

‘It’s just a serious nonsense expression that is so funny. ’