Zhou Rong went out for a trip. When he came back, he saw his little daughter-in-law fussing around in the study, so he asked casually: "Isn't the play script finished?"

"Yes, I'm painting!" She replied without raising her head.

"Painting?" Zhou Rong was surprised, leaned over and asked, "What are you painting?"

"Mom said that at this age, the old lady of the Yao family should like to eat fast and chant Buddha's name. I will draw a statue of Guanyin!" She explained, but the pen in her hand did not stop.

The portrait on the paper had only a few strokes and no specific graphics, but Zhou Rong could get a glimpse of Xi Yao's superb painting skills.

His heart was pounding and he couldn't help but rub his forehead...

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the day Li Han came to the village and found that his wife seemed to have a deep understanding of the situation in the capital.

But he felt it was impossible.

If she really came from the capital, how could she be willing to stay here and live such a miserable life with him?

All the money in the family is in the hands of her mother. Xi Yao doesn't have much money in her hands. Even if her mother gives it to her, it won't be much...

No, it's not the money, it's that Xi Yao didn't take the money he got at all.

It can be said that she is careless about everything.

Such as the Quyu plow, such as the warm Kang, such as two seasons of grain, such as the Buddha statue she is painting now...

These things that amaze and amaze others are not important at all in Xi Yao's eyes.

Looking at Xi Yao's side face that was painting seriously, Zhou Rong hesitated to speak, and finally smiled against his cheek, feeling that he was timid.

He still didn't dare to ask.

Even though he knew that there was something wrong with the wife in front of him, that she might not be the daughter of the Xi family, or his real wife, he still didn't dare to ask.

"What are you doing? You're standing there motionless, blocking me," Xi Yao protested when he felt that the people around him were like wooden stakes.

The despised Zhou Rong leaned in, staring at the person in front of him with his deep eyes, motionless...

Xi Yao was drawing, but she always felt that something was wrong. She turned her head subconsciously, looked at Zhou Rong's dim eyes, and was startled, almost throwing away the pen in her hand.

"Ah! Fourth brother, are you going to scare me to death!?" She screamed, and when she saw it was Zhou Rong, she covered her heart and asked.

Zhou Rong raised his eyebrows and said, "Who else can you think of besides me?"

No one will come in this room except them.

Xi Yao laughed angrily, "Of course I'll be scared if I see you unexpectedly!"

This is a bit unreasonable.

"You are too devoted to painting by yourself. I obviously came in to talk to you," he said with an aggrieved face: "Daughter-in-law, you don't need to take people's gifts so seriously. You still care about me after all!"

I have never seen her give me anything...

These inexplicably sour words made Xi Yao raise his eyebrows: "How come I don't care about you anymore?"

"You forgot about me while you were painting!"

This is ironclad evidence.

Xi Yao twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly, defeated.

"Fourth brother, did you do this on purpose?" She stamped her foot.

Zhou Rong was not joking, but came up to her and asked seriously: "Can you hand over this portrait of yours?"

"Why not?" she wondered.

"The Qi family and the Yao family are also famous people. What do you think others will think if this portrait is handed over?"
Chapter completed!