Chapter 1107

When Qiao Zhen and Kong Mingming came downstairs with yeziyan, an xiaonuan just finished writing.

She looked up for the people in the room and found that she was alone in the room.

Anyone here?

After a moment, she remembered, as if she had gone to the rooftop to draw.

She also happens to have some ideas to communicate with them. Let's go and have a look.

So she stood up and prepared to go to the roof to have a look.

Just as she got up, the door was knocked.

"Mom, we're back!" yeziyan ran to an xiaonuan as soon as he entered the door.

An xiaonuan helped her smooth her hair, which was disturbed by the wind, and then asked, "how about finding her favorite flower?"

"Found it!" yeziyan said happily.

"Then why did you come down? Do you want to draw with a drawing book?" an xiaonuan asked.

Therefore, knowing the female Mo ruo's mother, an xiaonuan guessed the idea of Yezi smoke at once.

Her voice fell to the ground. Yeziyan looked at her expectantly and asked, "Mom, can we go up and draw? Will it disturb my aunt and your work?"

In the morning, yeziyan thought her mother brought her to the company to play, but when she saw her mother sitting on the computer desk, she knew that her mother came to work.

That's why she's struggling to draw.

She doesn't want to distract her mother.

Grandma said that if she delayed other people's working hours, what others could have done during the day, as soon as she was delayed, she would have to work overtime until night, can't sleep, and get up to work the next day.

It's really pathetic.

She doesn't want to keep her mother awake.

Ann xiaonuan said with a smile, "yes, it won't delay our work. We can draw on it later."

She just needs the venue.

An xiaonuan called Qiu Linrui and asked her to arrange several people to move to a table. Then he took Ziyan and said to Qiao Zhen and Kong Mingming, "this is your USB flash drive. Go and bring your laptop. Let's go to the roof."

As she spoke, she put the things in her hand into the hands of the two men.

Kong Mingming asked, "do you need to bring a hand-painted board?"

An xiaonuan thought for a moment and nodded, "take it with you."

It may be used later.

So they turned back to the office to pick up their computer.

As soon as an xiaonuan finished speaking, he was about to take Yezi cigarette upstairs. The phone in his pocket rang.

It's Qiu Linrui.

Is there something wrong with moving the table?

She answered the phone: "Hello, Linrui."

The other end of the phone is not Qiu Linrui's voice, but

"Hello, aunt an, this is mo ziyao. Where is sister Ziyan?" Mo ziyao's happy voice came from the phone.

Ann xiaonuan looked at the incoming call immediately.

Is it her illusion? Isn't ziyao going to class today? Why are you calling at this time?

It's just that the phone number on the phone call is really Qiu Linrui.

She wanted to reconfirm, but the person at the other end of the phone was worried: "aunt an, are you there? Where are you? I'll find you!"

Sister Ziyan, I'm coming!

Mo ziyao's voice was so loud that yeziyan heard it.

She looked up and asked, "is it ziyao's brother?"

An xiaonuan nodded at her, "yes." then he said to the other end of the phone, "we're in the design room. Ask aunt Qiu to bring you here."

Although I don't know how he came here, I can't let him alone in the office.

So the two people who were going upstairs sat back on the sofa.

Taking advantage of this time, an xiaonuan asked yeziyan, "Ziyan, do you like painting?"

She didn't ask Ziyan's opinion when she reported the interest class to Ziyan before, but she chose several of the popular choices.

But today, she found that Ziyan seemed to like painting very much.

So she wanted to ask about the idea of smoking.

Compared with those skills and specialties, she hopes Ziyan can be happy.

Yeziyan nodded and said, "I like it!"

She likes small flowers, colorful watercolor pens and her own paintings. She can draw everything she likes!

"Will mom sign you up for a painting class?" an xiaonuan asked.

"Is it the same as now, you can play with many children?" yeziyan asked.

In her opinion, the current English interest class is to sit in a big house and play with a group of children.

This statement is also true, so an xiaonuan nodded and said, "yes, it's almost the same as now, but it's not talking to the children, but drawing with the children."

"OK, I like it, thank you, mom!" Ann xiaonuan said happily.

The mother and daughter talked for a while, and the door of the design room was opened.

"Sister Ziyan! Aunt an! I'm coming!" Mo ziyao's voice came from the door.

Yeziyan, who had just sat quietly, jumped off the sofa: "brother ziyao!"

Finally, a good friend came. She didn't play alone.

And it was her best son, brother Yao!

An xiaonuan got up with a smile, stood in front of yeziyan and separated Mo ziyao who was preparing to hold yeziyan.

"Ziyao, it seems that today is not a holiday. Why are you here? Should I call your father?" playing truant is not a good phenomenon and can't be used to it.

Unexpectedly, Mo ziyao said confidently, "I asked for leave. My father knows that Aunt an doesn't have to worry. I'm not skipping class."

After finishing with her, he put down the schoolbag on his back, took out a bottle of milk and handed it to yeziyan: "come, Ziyan, this is your favorite milk. You drink one bottle first, and there are two bottles in my brother's schoolbag."

As a result, the milk in his hand and the starlight in his smiling eyes warmed Mo ziyao's heart.

Ann xiaonuan looked at the two children as if there were no one else. It was really helpless.

Just about to say a few more words, Mo ziyao handed something to himself.

An xiaonuan looked down and found that it was his favorite milk tea.

She pursed her lips and twinkled in her heart.

Two villains fought in her mind:

Xiaobai: this child is so sensible that he shouldn't play truant for no reason, right?

Xiaohei: No, no matter what the reason is, if you don't go to school well, you're not a good child!

Seeing her like this, Mo ziyao remembered what his mother said when she put the milk tea in his hand.

"If your aunt Ann doesn't answer, you say that this cup of milk tea has three parts of sugar and double the material."

Although he didn't know what it meant, Mo ziyao knew that his mother wouldn't pit herself.

So he said, "aunt ANN, this cup of milk tea is three parts sugar and double the material."

Smelling the speech, Ann's small warm eyes lit up, and the little black in her mind disappeared immediately.

"Well, ziyao is really good. Take Ziyan upstairs. Let's go upstairs and draw." an xiaonuan said while taking the milk tea.

Hoo hoo, the taste of this milk tea is so perfect!

Mo ziyao silently thanked his God for helping his father and mother.

Although his father forced him to see a doctor with him this weekend and his mother asked him to eat her new dishes, he finally saw Ziyan's sister!

None of this matters!

Put these ideas behind him, and then he took yeziyan's hand and said, "go, Ziyan's sister, my brother will take you to paint!"