Li Ao looked at Song Ci, and a faint smile appeared on his usually cold and handsome face.
Seeing that smile, Han Miao was stunned for a moment.
Damn, this guy can actually laugh!
She looks even better when she smiles.
The teeth are so white.
"The last time I saw you, you were about the same height as our Zheng Zheng. Now you're this tall." Song Ci came over to greet Li Ao and noticed that Li Ao was holding a bag. She asked, "What is this?"
Li Ao handed the bag to Song Ci, meaning that Song Ci could open the gift.
Song Ci took something out of the plastic bag and found a Barbie doll inside. Holding the Barbie doll, she turned around and winked at Han Miao, "Miaomiao, look, what did Li Ao give you?"
Han Miao is no longer at the age to play with this kind of Barbie doll. Every doll in her collection is more exquisite and expensive than this one, but she doesn't mind it.
She took the gift with both hands and said to Li Ao with a smile, "I've wanted to buy this for a long time, but I was afraid that Han Zheng and the others would think I was childish. This time you gave it to me, and I would be letting you down if I don't play with it!"
Everyone knew that Han Miao was talking to Li Ao, so no one interrupted her.
Han Zheng glanced at Li Ao and said, "Brother Li Ao, don't buy her dolls in the future. You'll spoil her!"
Seeing that he had given the right gift, Li Ao's tense shoulders finally relaxed.
Li Ao sat down next to Han Miao and smelled the scent of ointment on her.
He handed the phone to Han Miao. Han Miao looked down and saw the words written on it: [Han Miao, are you okay? Have you had a checkup? What did the doctor say?]
Han Miao narrowed his eyes and said to Li Ao, "The doctor said I broke my femur and need to rest for half a year."
Li Ao was shocked and his eyes widened.
But then he realized that he had been fooled by Han Miao.
It is impossible for someone who has a real fracture to sit here and eat like nothing happened.
Li Ao glared at Han Miao.
Han Miao immediately covered his chest and groaned, "Ouch, Neil, don't glare at me. Staring at me is like you're acting like a spoiled child."
After Han Miao said this, the table suddenly became quiet.
Song Ci looked at Han Miao with interest. She said, "Miao Miao's words are quite similar to the tone your uncle Arang used when talking to Aunt Yanyan. It's very frivolous."
Han Miao's pretty face flushed. "Mom! Don't talk nonsense!" She lowered her head and poked the white rice in the bowl with her chopsticks. "I just think Neil looks much better when he glares and smiles."
Han Miao turned her head and stared at Li Ao. She said, "You should smile more. You will be more likable when you smile."
Li Ao didn't want to laugh, nor did he want to be liked.
After dinner, Li Ao naturally stayed for lunch.
Li Ao, who had sworn in his heart yesterday that he would never take a nap at Han Miao's house again, slept at her house again at noon today. This time, he was still sleeping soundly and was woken up by Song Ci.
"Neil, class is about to start, you should get up."
Li Ao quickly got up, folded the quilt, washed his face, and went to school with Han Jun and the others.
During the afternoon class, Li Ao was always distracted.
He felt that the Han family was a little weird. There might be a sleepyhead hiding in their house, which made people want to sleep when they went there.
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Considering that the cafe was far from the school, Li Ao rented the house opposite Han Miao's house so that Li Ao could take a lunch break at noon.
After Han Miao recovered, he returned to school to continue his studies.
When they came back at noon that day, Han Miao and Li Ao ran into each other in the elevator.
Han Miao was holding a red plastic bag with a few boxes of ice cream in it, while Li Ao was holding a few boxes of paint.
Han Miao remembered what her mother had said about Li Ao being a very talented young painter. Something else came to her mind. She handed Li Ao an ice cream cone and said to him, "I'll treat you to ice cream. Please help me draw a picture."
Li Ao hesitated for a moment before taking the ice cream.
Han Miao followed Li Ao to his house, which was a small apartment with two bedrooms and two living rooms. The remaining room was set up as a studio with an easel.
The studio had just been set up and was very clean, without a single painting inside.
Li Ao sat in front of the flower stand, sharpening his paintbrushes. Han Miao sat on a stool, striking a swan-like, elegant pose. He said to Li Ao, "Just watch me paint. Paint whatever you want, but make sure it's realistic."
The real her must be a beautiful little fairy.
After hearing Han Miao's request, Li Ao nodded, then picked up the oil painting brush and started painting on the paper.
Seeing that he was drawing quickly, Han Miao asked him curiously, "Are you making a draft?"
Hearing this, Li Ao gave her a look that said, "Your question is very stupid."
Han Miao stopped talking.
A master is a master. He doesn’t even need to make drafts when painting.
Soon, Li Ao started drawing.
He draws sketches.
Li Ao waved to Han Miao.
Han Miao walked towards Li Ao with great interest, thinking that since she was so good-looking, the picture of herself in Li Ao's drawing must be stunning. She ran over, only to see that the picture on the paper was a piece of pork belly!
Han Miao:!
Han Miao's expression twisted, and her pretty face turned hideous. "Neil, what are you drawing?! I asked you to draw me, not pork!"
Li Ao wrote on a piece of white paper: [In my eyes, you are like this.]
Han Miao:?
Is she a piece of pork belly?
Han Miao asked angrily, "Why am I pork belly?"
Li Ao wrote:
【Fat but not greasy, with the right amount of fat and lean. 】
He likes to eat pork belly the most.
Han Miao quickly tore off the painting, saying as he did so, "You just dislike my fatness. Neil, I thought you'd changed, that you weren't as vulgar as you were when you were little. I didn't expect you guys were all the same, all liking beautiful women with good figures!"
"Just wait, after I lose weight successfully, I will become a goddess that you are not qualified to pursue!" Han Miao walked away angrily with the painting, slamming the door of Li Ao's house.
Li Ao sat in the studio in great confusion. He didn't even know what he had done wrong.
It was clearly Han Miao who asked him to draw as he pleased.
In his eyes, Han Miao is now a piece of pork belly with the right amount of fat and lean meat. It is not only fat but not greasy, but also soft and smooth.
Very special.
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