Chapter 124

"Because I secretly learned this skill. I don't want people to know. If anyone knows... Everyone is innocent and bears his guilt." When she was investigating a case at the National Architectural Design Institute, she spent a year and a half undercover. In order to collect clues, she mastered many architectural skills. She also knew the architectural designs of the Yellow Crane Tower, Yueyang Tower, Tengwang Pavilion, Tianshou Pavilion and the Forbidden City... Xiaobao tilted her head and asked, "skin? Why is skin guilty. There is no sin in the skin. " Qi Qingyao smiled and explained, "it has nothing to do with the skin. Every man is innocent and bears his sin... Let me teach you these eight words first." With that, he took a piece of white paper. Qi Qingyao picked up his brush, stained it with some ink, and quickly wrote down the eight words. Xiaobao found that her mother's handwriting was very good-looking, and the flowing cursive script showed a distinctive wild flavor. okay? No. How can my mother write. Including the prescription written for Pei Shizi last time... My mother should not be able to write. Grandpa... They! People in the family have always said that my mother had some problems in her mind since childhood, and then... She can't read at all, let alone write. Now... With such beautiful words, I can see a doctor and design a house. Xiao Bao frowned and looked at Qi Qingyao with watery eyes. Qi Qingyao thought the little guy couldn't read, so he taught him“ The meaning of these eight words itself means that fart people can't hide precious jade. A small grass-roots people has no reason to have precious jade unless they steal and rob. Later, it was compared to suffering from talent and ideals. "“ EN...... "Xiaobao nodded with a vague understanding. Another thoughtful little look, looking at the "mother". Qi Qingyao put his head on his head, hugged the little guy, played with small steamed stuffed buns, and whispered: "think about your mother, I was a fool before. Now my head is sober, and I can't master architectural design skills in theory, so I'm afraid it will cause some trouble once I'm known, What if someone takes me away and asks me to design a house for their family? "“ I don't want my mother to be taken away! " Xiaobao is simply worried“ Then it has to be kept secret. Do you know? " Qi Qingyao gently scraped the little guy's nose“ I know. The baby will keep it a secret. " Xiaobao's steamed stuffed bun face is full of seriousness. Qi Qingyao smiled and kissed Xiaobao's soft, tender and white face. Then she put him down. She sorted out the drawings on the desktop and prepared to go to bed. Xiaobao was carried to bed by Qi Qingyao. She was too lazy to change her pajamas and was too sleepy. It's Xiao Bao. He can't sleep. He grabs Qi Qingyao's sleeve, wrinks his small eyebrows and asks“ Well... Mom, how did you design architecture? "“ Well... You'll think you've learned without a teacher after being hit by thunder in the daytime. " Qi Qingyao scratched his head and replied vaguely. Xiao Bao: "..." can he think so? Have you been hit by thunder and learned from yourself“ When I look back, I'll design the drawings and hand them over to the professional engineering team. When the master reads my drawings, he will get them properly. " Qi Qingyao vaguely left a sentence, "with perfect drawings, it is estimated that we will be able to live in a new house in a month and years ago. Well, darling, your mother, I'm almost sleepy... "Qi Qingyao slept directly the next day! When she woke up, the three milk balls sat in front of the bed and looked at her“ okay? Why are you sitting here? " Qi Qingyao sat up and rubbed his eyes. Two girls rushed to bed, holding Qi Qingyao's arm, said pitifully in tears, "Mom, you can't sleep all the time, we thought..." Hmm? " Nothing, nothing. Get up and have dinner. " Er Niu wiped her eyes. Qi Qingyao:??? These little milk balls don't think I can't wake up! This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.