This time, Bai Qingqing slept comfortably, neither cold nor hot, as if accompanied by soothing music.

At last, she realized that the music was the voice of the eagles.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a hairy little eagle. At this moment, the hair of the little eagle was completely dry. I saw that it was fat.

Bai Qingqing smiled softly and adjusted a comfortable lying posture.

As if hearing her movements, the little Eagle also turned around with its head to Bai Qingqing.

The eyes under its eyelids rolled a few times, and the upper and lower eyelids separated.

"The little eagle is about to open his eyes!" Bai Qingqing was in a great spirit. He looked at Moore quickly so that he could not miss him. Then he immediately went back to the little eagle and sat up with the quilt rolled.

Her voice was so excited that even Curtis looked over and sat next to Bai Qingqing to watch the little Eagle open her eyes.

It's just xiaoright. He tries to stand up while opening his eyes. When he successfully stands up, his upper eyelids are lifted, revealing a pair of black eyes that are dripping like water.

"Jojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojojo.

Bai Qingqing immediately reaches for it.

At this moment, Xiaozuo also began to turn around. His eyes were already open, and he would slide his limbs forward like swimming.

Looking at their natural closeness, Bai Qingqing suddenly felt bad and looked at Curtis.

This little Eagle doesn't have a chick plot, does it? Will they make Curtis their father?

Curtis looked back in an uncertain way, with an inquiring look.

"Well Nothing. " Bai Qingqing pokes the little eagle's mouth with his fingers and draws his eyes down.

The little eagle thought that there was water. He immediately opened his soft mouth to a greater extent than his head, and his throat made a constant urge.

Bai Qingqing's fingers retracted. He was afraid that there would be bacteria in his hands that would enter the little eagle's mouth.

Moore is also rare to show tenderness in front of other objects besides Bai Qingqing, saying: "it seems that I'm hungry. I'm going to hunt."

Bai Qingqing nodded expectantly: "then hurry up, I and Xiao Ying are waiting for you."

This sentence touched the nerve of the male breadwinner. The wife and children are waiting at home to feed something. Don't be too nice. Although Bai Qingqing doesn't need his feed today.

Moore rubbed the head of Bai Qingqing and flew away in animal form.

"JOJO ~"

the two little guys watched his father fly up in a dazed way, until his shadow disappeared, and then they lowered their heavy heads.

Curtis looked at his eyes, and then he shifted his eyes. He picked up the unfinished whiteboard and looked at it.

"When will you go on painting?" Curtis asked.

Bai Qingqing looked at them with Curtis's voice, and suddenly his eyes brightened, "the eagles are so lovely, I want to draw them down."

At the thought of this, Bai Qingqing could not sit down and immediately got up to prepare.

At present, she is very skilled in charcoal painting. With only a few strokes, she outlines the general outline. When Moore catches the prey, the two eagles have sprung onto the paper vividly.

The painting has not been refined, but whether it is vitality or fragility, it has been very distinct, contradictory and fresh.

Because this is Bai Qingqing's real feeling. The painting that she didn't want to think of gave her a new understanding of the painting.

It can be imagined that when it is finished, it must be a very infectious work.