"Dad." Murong Xin saw Murong Xitian with sharp eyes and rushed over and hugged his arm.

Murong Xitian wanted to reach out to touch her head, but his arms were raised but he hung down uncomfortably.

"Why are you so blushing? You came here?" he asked casually, trying to divert this feeling of discomfort.

Murong Xin replied in a silence: "Who is faster than my sister? If I win, I can have a portrait of my mother alone, and my father!"

"Who won that?" Murong Xitian's eyes subconsciously moved to Xia Ziluo's face. Seeing her chest undulating violently, a rare smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

"Of course I won!" Murong Ze also ran over and hugged Murong Xitian's other arm.

Xia Ziluo also came over and looked at the children and smiled: "You are miserable. If you are entangled by them, you must not be biased and be fair, otherwise they will not let you go easily."

"How could it be?" Murong Xitian was confused and did not understand the hint in Xia Ziluo's words for the time being.

But soon he realized that the two children were holding his hand, arguing about who could portray a portrait of him and Xia Ziluo alone.

Murong Ze bit himself and refused to speak out: "No, only those who win have privileges. If you want to portray a portrait with your mother and dad, just wait until you win next year!"

"Dad, mom-Xiner also wants to portray a portrait with you alone." Murong Xin relied on her childhood and tried hard to act cute and coquettish.

Murong Xitian began to have a headache and was in a dilemma.

This was the first time Xia Ziluo saw Murong Xitian's expression, and couldn't help but smile: "I understand now."

After laughing, Xia Ziluo walked over and rubbed the heads of the two children, and said, "In my mother's eyes, no matter who you are and father or mother's portrait, they can be said to be either of you. Have you forgotten that you are twins and look exactly the same?"

"Yes." Murong Ze blinked.

Murong Xin also suddenly realized and opened her mouth wide, revealing her white teeth: "Mom, how can we distinguish it?"

"One person draws one, and then let the painter write your names on the painting!" Xia Ziluo was kind and tried to make the children fall in love with each other. "You will be five years old after the New Year. Can you two draw a picture as a souvenir?"

"Mom, can you draw it once a year?" The two sisters looked at Xia Ziluo together.

They showed cute expressions like small animals, which made people unable to refuse.

So Xia Ziluo had no choice but to nod and temporarily agreed: "Okay."

"Then, let's hook me!" Murong Xin stretched out her chubby little hand.

Xia Ziluo was stunned for a moment and hesitated whether to reach out. She would be the one who was going to escape in the future, so how could she make such an agreement with the children?

But the children's eyes were too earnest, which made her feel distressed and her heart was shaken.

"Why are you stupid?" Murong Xin's fat little hands shook in front of Xia Ziluo.

Xia Ziluo subconsciously reached out and grabbed her little hand, and Murong Xin's eyes smiled into a crack: "Mom, I'm going to hook her."

"Well, gougu." Xia Ziluo couldn't help but refuse and stretched out his little finger.

"Mom, I have to keep my word after pulling the hook. I will not change for a hundred years!" Murong Xin had pulled the hook with Xia Ziluo before, so her little hands naturally held Xia Ziluo's big hand, and her little fingers were hooked together and her thumbs were tightly clasped together.
Chapter completed!