The only favorite ex-wife: The president's husband owes training

Chapter 944 Portrait

"We said it clearly at the beginning, and then gave you hints, but you just didn't listen, thinking that we harmed you by letting you marry Gu Chenglin. At the beginning, you insisted on marrying Gu Chenglin, who knew that such an accident would happen, no one thought You will lose your memory." Seeing Jian Ziyu's excitement and accusations, Jian Ziyu's mother was furious, but suddenly discovered something.

"Did you...remember something?" Jian Ziyu's mother looked at Jian Ziyu with a surprised look, but felt that it was impossible, because so many doctors at home and abroad have been changed over the years, but the results obtained It was impossible for Jian Ziyu to remember all of them.

Jian Ziyu looked at her mother, then her lips trembled slightly, took a deep breath, turned and walked out of the room.

Stretching out her hand, Jian Ziyu wiped away the tears on her cheeks, then moved her steps, walked up to Xiaobao, and smiled.

"Xiaobao, it takes time for grandma to cook. Do you want to go upstairs to draw with Aunt Jane?" Jian Ziyu tried hard to control her emotions. At this moment, she wanted to give Xiaobao everything she had. , and then let yourself have nothing to owe.

After hearing Jian Ziyu's words, Xiaobao pulled a happy smile on his face.

"Father once said that Aunt Jian is very good at drawing, Aunt Jian, would you like to draw me a picture today." Xiao Bao directly took Jian Ziyu's hand, and then shook it coquettishly.

Jian Ziyu looked at Xiaobao, and once felt that Xiaobao's actions would embarrass her, because she felt that she was a person who could not express her emotions, but at this moment, she felt that it was a kind of happiness, and at this moment, she suddenly realized that , Maybe no one can replace the happiness that children give themselves.

Jian Ziyu's lips trembled slightly again, tears seemed to fall down again, but Jian Ziyu controlled herself vigorously. After so many years, Jian Ziyu only became a mother when Xiaobao was about 7 years old a feeling of.

Jian Ziyu pulled Xiaobao to her room, and took out the painter and paintbrush under the bed, because during the years when she lost her memory, she had forgotten that she could paint, and even more so, she had forgotten that she could paint. There is a full set of drawing tools.

"Xiaobao. Xiaobao, Auntie Jian will draw you a portrait of you. Auntie Jian once drew a portrait of your father. Look." Jian Ziyu opened her picture folder, and there was a picture of you in it. Portrait of Huang Gu Chenglin.

Although in Jian Ziyu's memory, she can't remember when she painted Gu Chenglin, but when she looked at the portrait, Jian Ziyu's heart was still moved. She loved Gu Chenglin's side face so much. , like his tall nose bridge, like his thin and shaped lips,.

"At this time, my father is so handsome. Aunt Jane, you have to draw me more handsome." Xiaobao hurriedly found a stool and sat in front of the easel. Although he is a sensitive child, he is only a child after all, so He didn't discover the reason for Jian Ziyu's weirdness.

Taking out the paintbrush, Jian Ziyu drew Xiao Bao's round cheeks, but at this moment the easel just blocked Jian Ziyu's face, and also prevented Xiao Bao from seeing Jian Ziyu's face, at this time Jian Ziyu held the paintbrush slightly Sobbing, her body was shaking all the time, she felt that she was a bastard, she discarded the most precious thing in the past 7 years.