Feng Yize wanted to say, "I'm not in a hurry."

But when the words came to his mouth, something flashed through his mind, and he suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He looked at Chu Junming steadily, "Third Brother, are you?"

Chu Junming stroked the cup's fingers and paused, took them away after a moment, got up and returned to the desk.

“…”

Feng Yize blinked in her narrow peach blossom eyes, and waited for a while, but did not wait for Chu Junming's answer.

He had a clear idea in his mind.

His brows frowned.

He lowered his head and thought apologetically.

Behind the desk, Chu Junming put one hand on the table, touched the mouse with the other hand and pinched it in his hand. Seeing Feng Yize lowering his head, he didn't know what he was thinking.

He smiled faintly and said, "Don't guess and think about it. Qingling and I have nothing to do. If you want to let it go between you and Qinghuan, just let it go. This is great."

"Third brother?"

"If you have nothing to do, don't waste my time here. I'll send the drawings to your phone. If you have any changes, go to communicate with the decoration company. In addition, after I go back tomorrow, you will be watching."

"good."

Feng Yize nodded with a smile.

Chu Junming picked up his cell phone and sent it to him, then lowered his head and continued to work.

Seeing that Chu Junming was busy, Feng Yize stopped disturbing him and said, "Third Brother, I'll leave first."

Then he turned around and left his office.

After the office door was closed, Chu Junming raised his head and his eyes fell on the closed door panel.

After a while, he lowered his head and continued to work.

...

In the studio, Yan Zhidong sat on the sofa by the window, with one hand on his chin, and his eyebrows and eyes smiling in the same position.

Until Qinghuan's voice sounded gently, "Auntie Yan, you can move."

She blinked and moved her neck gently.

He smiled and said, "Qinghuan, have you finished drawing so soon?"

"Well, Aunt Yan, please see if you like it first. If you don't like it, I will repaint it for you."

"Ah... I like it so much, Qinghuan, what should I do if I am so excited? I want to hug you."

After seeing the portrait, Yan Zhidong was so excited that she couldn't stop and finally hugged Qinghuan happily.

When Feng Yize came into the studio, he saw such a picture.

Qinghuan was hugged by his mother bear.

"Mom, Qinghuan, are you?"

He strode over, Yan Zhidong let go of Qinghuan, pointed to the painting he had just drawn and said, "Come on, Yize, let me introduce you to you, this is your mother."

Feng Yize's mouth twitched at Yan Zhidong's smile, excited and proud.

A little dazed.

He hasn't seen such a mother for a long time.

After Yan Zhidong introduced the article, he saw Feng Yize not moving like a fool and did not speak.

She paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "What are you stupid? Qinghuan drew me ten years younger. Yize, why don't you change with Qinghuan."

"What to change?"

Feng Yize took two steps forward and admired the painting directly.

His mother was a great beauty when she was young, and she really looked younger in this painting.

However, she is also very beautiful now.

"Of course, I'm going to change you and Qinghuan. You go to the Wen family to be your son, and Qinghuan and I will be your daughter."

Qinghuan couldn't help laughing.

Feng Yize looked at her and she waved her hand innocently, saying that it had nothing to do with her.

He looked at Yan Zhidong again and asked depressedly, "Mom, you don't want your son. Do you think Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen want it?"

Yan Zhidong stared at the painting because he couldn't see enough and heard Feng Yize ask.

She just turned her head and glanced at him, and then stopped her gaze on the portrait.

He said perfunctorily, "You will want it. You are not stupid or lame. You should just be able to earn more money in the future."

“…”

Feng Yize was really hurt.

After Yan Zhidong finished speaking, he turned to Qinghuan and asked with a smile, "Qinghuan, can you please help me draw a cheongsam for you tomorrow?"

Qinghuan nodded, "Of course."

"no."

Feng Yize and Qinghuan said together.

But he was automatically blocked by Yan Zhidong.

She looked down at herself and said to herself, "I should still wear a cheongsam."

"Aunt Yan, you have such a good figure and you will definitely be able to wear it. I will accompany you to buy one later. I know that a store is very well made in cheongsams."

"Is that so? Then let's go now."

Qing Huan nodded with a smile, "Okay, let's go now."

"Whoever cares about me..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yize was covered on his face by a magazine that Yan Zhidong grabbed.

He was afraid that the magazine would fall to the ground, so he reached out to grab the magazine obediently.

Yan Zhidong and Qinghuan walked out of the studio with laughter. Only then did he take the magazine off his face and see it through the glass window. The two of them walked hand in hand towards the pedestrian street in front.

Feng Yize touched his nose. His mother liked Qinghuan so much. Although he lost his status, he was quite happy.

...

Qinghuan brought Yan Zhidong to the luxury street created by Mo Ziyi for Qingqing.

It is a fashion label in City G.

The cheongsam shop was in the middle, Qinghuan and Yan Zhidong were walking in front, and Feng Yize followed them two or three meters away.

From time to time, I took a photo of their backs.

Because this morning, Tang Jinchen's parents, Ye Zhan, grandfather, father and others all returned to the imperial capital.

Only Yan Zhidong, who came to G City to play, did not go back.

Although she came with the large army, she was the most leisurely and could not be a problem for how long she stayed.

So he came to Qinghuan.

"Auntie Yan, that's it."

Qinghuan pointed to the store in front and faced Yan Zhidong's introduction.

Yan Zhidong responded, then turned around and shouted to Feng Yize who had been following behind, "Son, hurry up."

Feng Yize, “…”

Finally saw me.

Yan Zhidong added before entering the store, "Pay later."

Feng Yize, “…”

...

One hour later.

Feng Yize swipes the card and pays.

Yan Zhidong wanted to buy one for Qinghuan, but Qinghuan refused.

She didn't force herself, she took the bag with a cheongsam handed over by the waiter, and refused Feng Yize to help her carry it.

When he walked out of the cheongsam shop, Yan Zhidong began to yawn and said tiredly, "I can't do it anymore, Qinghuan, I'm going to go home to rest first, but you didn't buy anything today, so you can't spend time with me for so long. I didn't pay you for the portrait. So, let Yize accompany you to pick something you like, no matter what it is."

Qing Huan smiled and shook her head, "Aunt Yan, I have nothing to do. Since you are tired, let's go back first."

"No, no."

Yan Zhidong smiled and looked serious, "If you don't choose a gift, I will be uneasy and I will never dare to let you draw it tomorrow. Qinghuan, if you don't want Yize to follow you, then I will hold on for a while and accompany you to choose."

She said, bent down and the hand that didn't carry the bag gently pounded her legs.
Chapter completed!