MTL - Dressed As the Villain’s Mother-Chapter 63

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Just do it, Si Tian went to find the ink pad, and asked Ji Zhile to completely press a handprint on the back of the painting.

Ji Zhile's hands are small, and the prints are quite cute. It's not that Si Tian said, just this red handprint looks better than Ji Zhile's paintings.

Ji Zhile admired her name and handprints with satisfaction, so that her mother would know that it was drawn by him every time she saw this painting.

But the elder brother also paid, Ji Zhile turned his head and asked Ji Ningyi: "Brother, write your name too."

Ji Ning pursed his lips, and said tactfully, "No need."

He will draw a separate picture for his mother, Ji Ningyi thinks that must be better than this one, he doesn't want to leave his name on this ugly portrait.

Hearing this, Ji Zhile looked at Ji Ningyi with watery eyes: "Brother, you are so kind."

Ji Ning was a little dazed, and still couldn't quite understand: "What?"

Ji Zhile said: "Although most of the paintings were done by me, my brother also helped out. My brother doesn't write his own name, which is very kind to me."

After all, Ji Ningyi is still a child, and he is not a cheeky person who can accept compliments from others at will. He has a disturbed conscience and proposes: "If you don't know how to be happy, you should change a picture and give it to your mother."

Ji Zhile shook her head, her tone was very firm: "No, this one is very good-looking, the best."

"Mom also likes it very much, so she asked me to write my name and fingerprint on it."

In Ji Zhile's mind, fingerprinting is a particularly important thing, and this is what her mother likes to do.

Si Tian said, "Yes, yes, that's what I thought."

Now that the name is written and the handprint is pressed, Ji Zhile can't play tricks.

But just to be on the safe side, Si Tian finally came up with a trick, asking Ji Zhile to hold the painting while she took pictures.

Ji Zhile smiled brighter when he heard it: "Okay, okay."

He held up the painting and warmly invited Ji Ningyi. Although he was rejected, he still smiled happily and showed a little gum. Fortunately, he was really cute, and such a smile looked photogenic.

Si Tian also created a special folder for Ji Zhile, which contains all photos and videos of Ji Zhile, named "Ji Zhile's Black History"

She really hoped that Ji Zhile would grow up quickly.

As a very narcissistic child, Ji Zhile even looked at his own photos, and let Si Tian save them when he thought it was okay.

Si Tian was very pampering to him at the moment, even this painting was carefully rolled up and tied with a pink ribbon, and finally put in the box.

When she was doing all this, Ji Zhile was watching from the side, seeing her mother's serious and careful appearance, Ji Zhile was so happy, and finally couldn't help it, she threw herself into Si Tian's arms, her voice was soft Nuo Nuo coquettishly: "Mom is so kind to me."

The things he likes are put in such a serious way. Mom must also like his paintings very much. Mom loves him so much. Ji Zhile is so touched and happy, and she gently rubs it against Tiesian's cheek.

Si Tian accepted Ji Zhile's overture without any hesitation, and also smiled with eyes crooked, and said, "Yes."

Ji Zhile made a decision in his heart, and when he went to bed at night, he would cross out some of the bad things that his mother did in his vengeance book, because the current mother loves him so much, it can offset many, many.

As soon as Ji Ning watched from the side, his eyes became a little uncertain. Could it be his problem?

If mom likes Chiraku's paintings very much, isn't it really beautiful?

As soon as Ji Ning was doubting himself, he was immediately embraced by a warm embrace, his cheeks warmed up, and then he heard his mother's voice.

"I love Ning very much too."

Ji Ning's ears were slightly warm, and he whispered, "Me too."

Now he doesn't doubt himself anymore, no matter whether Zhile's paintings are good or not, he will give his mother the best paintings he has drawn.

When eating dinner, Ji Zhile ate very quickly and was not picky about food, and his mood would affect his appetite.

After eating, Ji Zhile immediately took Ji Jiangzhou's hand into the room, as if he was going to do something secret, as if he was afraid that others would not know.

"Dad, take out your phone." Ji Zhile said, "I want to buy a dress."

Ji Jiangzhou was a little puzzled: "What are you buying the skirt for?"

Ji Zhile said: "Give it to Mom, Dad gave Mom a small box, and I want to give Mom a dress."

There is also painting, but Ji Zhile didn't say it this time, because he was afraid that his father would also like it, but he doesn't want to paint now, painting is a very tiring thing, he wants to rest for a while, when he is free in the future Then draw pictures for Dad, Ji Zhile thinks Dad will also like it very much.

Ji Jiangzhou didn't expect his younger son to have such an idea, so he asked, "There are so many skirts, which one do you want to buy?"

Ji Zhile tried hard to search for the memory in his mind. In the amusement park, he saw the skirt worn by the dancing sister. It was very beautiful and long. The sister next to him said it would cost one hundred and eighty-nine. Ji Zhile always remembered this number.

"It's a red dress, very long, one hundred and eighty-nine yuan." Ji Zhile said.

Ji Jiangzhou said: "Are there any other requirements, this is too little."

Ji Zhile said, "Dad, you can search, I can find it."

Ji Zhile only remembered the general shape of the skirt, but it was difficult for him to describe it.

Ji Jiangzhou could only search according to Ji Zhile's keywords. At the beginning, he limited the price. Ji Zhile searched with his phone for a long time but couldn't find it. He frowned and said, "No, no, nothing, Dad, did you search wrong."

Ji Zhile said: "In the amusement park, the clothes worn by the dancing sisters are very beautiful. I also want to buy them for my mother. I have money now."

After hearing this, Ji Jiangzhou asked, "Does Zhile like her mother very much?"

Ji Zhile nodded, and said a little shyly, "It's my mother who loves me very much."

Ji Jiangzhou nodded his head lightly, and heard Ji Zhile say again: "I definitely love my father more than I do."

Ji Jiangzhou: …

He didn't speak, because he knew that Si Tian didn't love him, and what Si Tian said to him tonight could not have shown this more clearly.

Ji Jiangzhou frowned slightly, ignored the discomfort in his heart, and canceled the price limit. When it was sliding down, Ji Zhile said, "This is it!"

Ji Zhile grabbed the phone, pointed to a picture on the lower left corner of the screen and said, "That's the kind of clothes."

Ji Jiangzhou glanced at it. It was a national dance performance costume. The skirt was dark red as a whole, the tail faded to white, and the upper body was dotted with embroidery patterns made of gold thread. It was indeed very beautiful. Ji Zhile's aesthetics this time did not problem.

just the price...

Ji Zhile clicked in, carefully distinguished for a while, and said, "Dad, I'm going to buy this one!"

Ji Jiangzhou said calmly: "Yes, but this dress is not one hundred and eighty-nine, but three hundred and six."

Ji Zhile's eyes widened, looking stunned.

Seeing the appearance of his youngest son, Ji Jiangzhou felt a lot less discomfort unexpectedly. Just now, his mother loved me more than his father, but now he is still entangled in shock because of this little money.

The corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he asked, "Then do you still want to buy it for mom?"

Ji Zhile thought for a while and asked, "Do I have enough money?"

Ji Jiangzhou nodded: "Enough, but after buying the skirt, Zhile only has more than a thousand dollars."

Ji Zhile nodded: "Buy!"

Very proud and forthright, Ji Jiangzhou placed the order and gave Ji Zhile a look after it was successful, although Ji Zhile didn't quite understand it.

"It will arrive in two days." Ji Jiangzhou said.

Ji Zhile nodded happily, thought for a while, looked at Dad, and asked in a low voice, "Does Dad want a gift?"

Ji Jiangzhou's heart warmed. It seemed that Ji Zhile was still a very fair child. He nodded: "I want it."

Ji Zhile said, "Then dad can choose online."

He looked very straightforward, Ji Jiangzhou asked: "How much money is all right?"

Ji Zhile stretched out his index finger and thumb for a little distance, and said, "Can I buy a cheaper one?"

Ji Jiangzhou slid the screen and asked casually, "Well, is it okay to pay for 400?"

"No, no, it can't be more expensive than mom's!" Ji Zhile said quickly.

He felt that four hundred was really a lot, so he used what the teacher said: "Dad, you can't be so greedy, it's too expensive."

Ji Jiangzhou was silent, and said in his heart, why didn't he think of this when he gave his mother a funny egg today, but didn't even give him a chocolate ball?

Regarding the younger son's double-standard behavior, Ji Jiangzhou was helpless. Finally, under the guidance of Ji Zhile, he bought a desk lamp, because he could turn on the light when he got up at night without being afraid. The pen holder, Ji Zhile thinks that pen holder is very beautiful, and can be given to him to hold his newly bought brushes.

It cost three hundred and five to buy a table lamp, and three hundred and sixty to buy a skirt. Ji Zhile couldn't figure out how much money was left, so he asked Ji Jiangzhou, and finally got the answer of one thousand four hundred and ninety.

Ji Zhile read it silently twice, and was about to leave, but turned her head, thinking that Dad's desk lamp was cheaper than Mom's dress, would Dad be sad?

He watched Ji Jiangzhou sitting on the bed, looking lonely.

Ji Zhile turned around, hugged Ji Jiangzhou, and said, "Dad, I love you very much."

Ji Jiangzhou was thinking about family matters, but was caught off guard by someone hugging him.

A small ball, opened his arms to hug his waist, warm and soft, Ji Jiangzhou's heart softened, just about to reach out to touch Ji Zhile's hair, Ji Zhile had already let go, and climbed down neatly bed.

"I'm going back to my room, Dad." After saying that, Ji Zhile left.

He kept whispering 1490, 1490 in his mouth, he had to go back and memorize it, or he would forget it later.

Ji Jiangzhou put down his hand hanging in the air, and the corners of his lips slightly curved, he felt that Ji Zhile's love was very short.

Although Ji Jiangzhou came back, the twenty meals that Ji Zhile compensated Pei Jing hadn't been eaten yet. When they were taken home together, Ji Zhile would remind Pei Jing to remember to come to their house for dinner.

Pei Jing felt that Ji Zhile's father was also a very good person, and he was no different in their family from before.

It's just that Pei Jing still thinks about what happened in the mall that day, the uncle who looks like him and his uncle's daughter, Pei Jing doesn't know the use of hair now.

His mother hasn't come back for many days. Pei Jing lives alone in a spacious house. He thinks it's very good, but as time goes by, there is always a huge rock hanging in his heart. He knows that his mother will come back, but he doesn't Knowing when Mommy will be back, the cord gets tighter as time passes.

Until school was over on Thursday, Pei Jing had dinner at Ning's family as usual. When he arrived in front of his house, the door was closed as usual, but the grass beside the door showed signs of being trampled on.

Pei Jing felt a little nervous, remembering that the last time his mother came home, he was kicked out because he came home late.

He stood at the door for a long time, and finally he plucked up the courage to open the door, like opening a box that sealed the sound. As the door opened, there were quarreling sounds, the familiar and sharp voices of women, and the roar of men, accompanied by the sound of smashing things. A mix of voices came at him.

During the time Pei Jing and his mother moved here, he had never heard a man's voice, and this spacious villa was mostly quiet.

Pei Jing thought of something and ran upstairs without hesitation. He was a good sportsman and ran very fast. He didn't see what happened until he reached the second floor.

His mother was arguing with a man. The man was taller than his mother and wore glasses, but his arms were muscular. The man threw off his mother and wanted to leave, but the mother caught up with the man and grabbed the man's hand, trying to persuade him to stay: "Don't Let's go, what should I do if you leave."

The man was extremely impatient, turned around, and raised his other hand high.

Pei Jing was familiar with this posture, and he rushed towards the man without thinking about anything: "Don't hit my mother!"