After five years on the run, she returns with two cute babies

Mark was stunned for a moment and said, "Hey, Kai, aren't we going to talk about women and football all night? Why are you kicking me out now?"

"That's your wishful thinking," Zhang Kaifeng said mercilessly, "I'm not in the habit of sharing secrets with others. You already know too much. If you don't want to be silenced, you'd better disappear immediately."

"How heartless," Mark stood up lazily and walked to the door.

"Actually, you can keep me here. I can help you analyze a woman's mind. You know, I have a lot of practical experience, and I can help you win over any woman. Oh, and isn't that little kid still interested in painting? I can help you tutor her, and that way you'll have another chance to contact her, right? Hey, hey, I have so many uses. It would be your loss if you gave me up."

When he said the last sentence, Mark had been pushed out of the door, but he held the door frame tightly with both hands and was still lobbying desperately.

Mark's words reminded Zhang Kaifeng. He did agree with Lin Yuqing's words. Xuan'er liked painting, but he had never studied it systematically. If this guy could tutor Xuan'er, it would indeed be a good thing.

Looking at Mark with suspicion, Zhang Kaifeng asked, "Are you sure you can teach Xuan'er well?"

With his chin held high and proud, Mark said arrogantly, "Of course, I'm a professional."

"Okay, I'll trust you this time."

Upon hearing this, Mark cheered and went in, put his legs on the table again, and looked at Zhang Kaifeng triumphantly.

……

Putting the pencil on his lips, Mark watched Xuan'er drawing, his eyes rolling around.

Leaning towards Xuan'er, Mark asked, "Boy, why is it that only your mother is taking care of you? Where is your father?"

"Dad is busy with other things. When he is done, he will pick up Mom and me and go back to China." Xuan'er did not take his eyes off the canvas as he sketched carefully.

Mark found Xuan'er's adult-like demeanor very adorable. He reached out and pinched his cheek, saying, "Children should act like children. Why are you so serious? Come on, smile for your brother!"

Raising his hand to wipe his cheek in disgust, Xuan'er said seriously: "Uncle, you are not young anymore, can you stop being so childish!"

"Childish?! Me?!" Mark couldn't believe that a child would actually say that about him. His face twisted with anger, and he shouted angrily, "How dare you call me childish? Hey, kid, hurry up and apologize to me. If you can't make me happy, I won't teach you to draw!"

Xuan'er scratched and scribbled on the drawing paper with his little hands. Without even looking up, he said, "Whatever. I'm learning to paint just to make Mommy happy. If you weren't here, I'd feel at peace."

"you……"

It was the first time Mark had been held captive by a little brat. With his odd temper, he would have thrown his stool and walked away. But thinking of Zhang Kaifeng, he could only grit his teeth and endure it, thinking that he was just a little kid, and sooner or later he would have the chance to get the upper hand on him!

Mark took a deep breath, swung his pencil, and said, "You're a kid. I won't argue with you."

Xuan'er was actually quite talented in painting. His brushstrokes and composition were both quite good. However, Mark was holding back and unwilling to praise him. He also kept making trouble, preventing Xuan'er from concentrating on completing his painting.

Reluctantly putting down her brush, Xuan'er looked at Mark and said, "Shouldn't you be teaching me about shape structure and shading today? Why are you always finding fault with my coloring? Isn't that for the next lesson?"

Mark was still surprised by this and muttered "freak" in French.

"I'm not a freak, I'm just a genius at best."

Almost falling under the chair, Mark asked, "Didn't you learn French?"

"I watched some French cartoons the other day, and then I taught myself a little bit."

Rolling up his sleeves, Mark thought that he couldn't subdue this little guy without some real skills.

Taking the pen from Xuan'er's hand, Mark began to complete the lower half of the painting. After a while, a high-quality oil painting of a figure was completed.

After finishing the painting, Mark looked at Xuan'er proudly, and his expression seemed to say, look how great I am.

Xuan'er rolled his eyes at Mark and slowly took out a clean piece of drawing paper.

At first, Mark thought that the child had finally come to his senses and was willing to learn from him. However, when he watched Xuan'er's skillful brushwork copy his own painting bit by bit, and finally presented it in front of him without any difference, he was completely dumbfounded.

Carefully putting away his brushes, Xuan'er said coldly, "Is this the extent of your skill? You're not even as good as a five-year-old. Hey, those international awards you won, you didn't buy them, did you?"

"What did you say?"

"I say you are just an embroidered pillow, all show and no substance!"

"you……"

Lin Yuqing, Zhang Kaifeng and others were drinking tea in the living room, chatting and laughing with each other, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious. But suddenly, the door of the small bedroom was flung open, and Mark walked out angrily, his eyes still spitting blood.

Walking up to Zhang Kaifeng, Mark breathed heavily and said angrily, "Zhang Kaifeng, go teach that little brat to draw by yourself. I'm going back to rest!"

Really, I wasted a whole day on a little kid, didn't get any information out of him, and instead was filled with anger. He was still tricked by the kid. It's so depressing! Why not spend this time on a life of luxury? He felt sorry for Zhang Kaifeng for having such a son.

Seeing Mark's expression, Lin Yuqing knew it must be related to Xuan'er, and hurriedly said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did Xuan'er do something excessive? Let me apologize to you on his behalf first."

"No, it's because I'm limited in my ability and can't teach him. Your son is a genius, and he wouldn't even take a mediocre person like me seriously!"

After saying that, Mark left angrily.

Seeing that Mark was very angry, Lin Yuqing hurried to the small bedroom. Looking at Xuan'er who was packing up her painting supplies, she frowned and asked, "Xuan'er, what happened? Why is Mark so angry?"

Xuan'er lowered his head and said solemnly, "This person asks questions all over the place and speaks ill of Dad. I don't like him."

Zhang Kaifeng had fully anticipated Mark's actions, but he hadn't expected him to be so incapable of handling a child and causing such an awkward situation. His eyes darkened, and Zhang Kaifeng said apologetically, "Mark is just so unconventional. I can't do anything about him. But he's not a bad person, he just has a foul mouth. It's inevitable that Xuan'er dislikes him."

Having said that, after all, it was she who hired someone to tutor Xuan'er, so Lin Yuqing still felt very sorry.