After lunch, Daba, Xiaomai and Jian Heng were responsible for washing the bowls and went there.

Sun Xiuying was tired all morning and went back to her room to rest after dinner.

Jian Zhenhua used to have the habit of taking a nap, but she slept for more than ten hours by Jian Heng's one. In addition, she was not too busy in the morning, so she lay in bed with energy and turned around for more than ten times today and was driven out by Sun Xiuying.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Jian Heng was sitting on the sofa next to the floor-to-ceiling window reading a book. When he saw his father coming out of the room hurriedly, he asked.

Jian Zhenhua raised his hand and pointed outside the door: "I'll go to the greenhouse to take a look. Look, when winter comes, you can't see anything, you can't go out without wearing goggles."

"You see that is useless. Didn't you promised my mother that you only plant trees after renting the land," said Jian Heng.

When Jian Zhenhua heard this, "If I don't plant it in that place, I can't plant it elsewhere! Really, you are so capable now that you are still taking care of you."

"Your boss!" Jian Heng smiled and lowered his head and continued to read his book.

"Don't argue, bother me to comb my hair for Denver. I hate it!" Ning Ning was now concentrating on braiding Denver. The little man was already braiding it hard, and he had accumulated some dissatisfaction in his heart. Now, when he heard that his father and brother were still quarreling, he immediately exhaled his anger on the two of them.

Jian Heng didn't pay attention at first. When he heard his younger sister say this, he couldn't help but turn his head, waiting to see what his younger sister did, and he was so happy!

Denver is growing quite fast, and I don’t know if it’s good to eat or the space. After a few months of coming, I’ve become a little sub-adult, so the mane on the neck has also begun to develop. Although it’s not very complete, it’s no problem to tie a braid with a finger long or something.

Ning Ning is doing this now. She grabbed Denver's mane and tied it up with a monkey rubber band. In this moment, the little girl had tied up one-third of the mane on Denver's neck, making Denver's neck look like a prairie with sparse saplings. She couldn't even see the ugly ones!

Denver seemed to know that he had no capital to resist, so he was lying on the floor and lying a male lion into a flesh worm, his eyes were also dead, as if he had lost confidence in his lion life at this moment.

The only one who was happy was Winnie. Fat Bear grabbed Denver's tail and played for more than an hour. He was still very energetic. He seemed to think that Denver rarely had such a time to play with him. So Winnie was very excited even if he was self-entertainment.

The instant noodles were lying next to Ningning, rolled into a ball of sleeping and snoring, and snoring, snoring like a whistle, and a little sharp.

Jian Zhenhua glanced at him and said, "I'm out!"

"Zhao Changshan went home at noon, and his home was near the town. No one talked to you after you went there now." Jian Heng reminded his son.

Zhao Changshan will go home after he finishes his work. He will wait for four o'clock in the afternoon and drive back to the ranch again. In this way, he will run at both the home and the ranch without delaying both ends.

"It's okay, I'll be happy when I go there and see my mood! It's all green at that glance, which is much better than here." Jian Zhenhua said, put on his coat and left the house.

Jian Heng glanced at Ningning, who was focused and quiet, and then looked at Denver, which was worse than death. After thinking about it, he decided to let Ningning continue to braid her little braids, so as to save the little girl from making up her own ideas.

Jian Heng glanced at Denver and thought to himself: If you don’t go to hell, who will go to hell! It just so happens that he can read books quietly.

About half an hour later, Ningning's voice sounded: "Brother, see if Denver looks good now, I'll dress it up."

Jian Heng responded casually: "Well, it looks good, so beautiful."

"You didn't even look!" Ning Ning's annoyed voice came over.

Jian Heng immediately raised his head when he heard this, his face filled with a smile and looked towards Ningning. He originally wanted to agree with the little girl, but seeing the current death of Denver, Jian Heng immediately burst into tears. Not only did he burst into tears, almost burst into tears.

I won’t talk about the ugly braids on my neck. The most important thing is that there was a tuft of hair in the middle of my head, which was like a pointy beauty in front of a person’s forehead. Ningning wrote a big and crooked character Wang with lipstick, which was red and red. Maybe because he felt that the lipstick was not very colored, he even deliberately drew it several times.

Perhaps because he felt that just a prince had no way to express the kingly temperament of a lion, Ningning added smoky makeup to Denver, as if someone had used his fist as a sandbag to rush Denver's eyes twice.

There are no people who are brave enough to get a circle of Denver's eyes. Apart from Jian Heng, the little girl Ningning is the first to dare to do this.

Just when Jian Heng thought he had finished watching, Denver moved his body. Jian Heng saw that the back paws of the Four Buddhas were covered with nail polish, which was still colorful. Some of the hooked nails on one claw were red, some were green, and some were pink.

What a guy! Denver's claws almost blinded Jian Heng's eyes when he stretched out.

Now let alone Jian Heng, even Winnie is not happy to stick to Denver. About two meters away from Denver, Winnie, the big bear cub, looked at Denver with disgust.

You should know that there are not many experts with such a high-profile appreciation level. When Jian Heng looked up, he suddenly felt that his younger sister and Qianlong's aesthetics were on the same level. They were all the aesthetics of this farmhouse. They pursued a colorful and colorful look, and the picture was a lively!

Ningning not only wanted to change the image of Denver, but now she stretched her claws to instant noodles. The poor instant noodles were not even brave enough to hum. Ningning sat on her lap with a bitter face, holding a purple lipstick and then painting lipstick for instant noodles.

"Does it look good?" Ning Ning stretched out her hand and twisted the instant noodles head, presenting a raccoon with purple lips in front of Jian Heng.

"It looks good!" Jian Heng nodded with a smile and praised his sister sincerely.

When Ningning heard that his creation was recognized by his brother, she immediately became energetic and began to mutter: "That box is too heavy and I can't handle it. If I could take it out, I would have more colors..."

The little girl kept muttering. Jian Heng was attracted by the plot in the book and did not concentrate on listening to what she said. Naturally, she didn't know that her sister had already put her ideas on the makeup box of the two wives.

Anyway, after just three minutes of communication, the brother and sister played their own games again.

"Wow, Ningning, you are amazing!"

Jian Heng was reading the book, but suddenly he was shocked by Xiaomai's scream and almost threw out the book in his hand.

"What are you doing? Suddenly, I came here." Jian Heng grabbed Shu and said to Xiaomai.

Xiaomai was very excited at this time, and grabbed Ningning's 'work', which is the pitiful instant noodles, and said to Jian Heng: "Look!"

When we were so sad that Jian Heng felt a little stomachache. Originally, instant noodles had no place in Jian Heng's heart, but now that Ning Ning is doing this, Jian Heng doesn't even want to see it.

"I let you see, Ningning's color feels so good. Did you see it? It's a bit like Van Gogh?" Xiaomai said happily, not feeling that Ningning had broken his cosmetics at all.

"Just Van Gogh?" Jian Heng muttered in a low voice: "It seems that our family's artistic level is at the level of the old man Shiquan, and the whole family has fallen into the pit of the farmhouse."

At this time, Sun Xiuying walked out while sleeping. She saw Ningning throwing dozens of lipsticks on the ground in a mess, and then saw Denver being painted like that. How could she not know that it was her daughter doing a good thing.

In an instant, Sun Xiuying raised her face and scolded Ningning: "Damn girl, isn't she itchy?"

Xiaomai was about to praise Ningning for Sun Xiuying, but when she saw Sun Xiuying's angry expression, she was stunned, with a confused look on her face.

When Jian Heng saw it, he immediately said to his mother: "Mom, mom, it's okay, kids can play! Don't scare Xiaomai."

Hearing his son say this, Sun Xiuying immediately smiled at Xiaomai: "Xiaomai, sorry, the child is ignorant and ruined your lipstick. I'll buy you a new one later..."

"Hurry and translate it to Xiaomai, otherwise people will think we have no tutors and don't know etiquette." Sun Xiuying was afraid of losing money in front of her prospective wife.

Jian Heng smiled and said, "Mom, you're thinking too much. Xiaomai just praised Ning Ning for her good paintings."
Chapter completed!