Chapter 634

The next day, it looked bright outside.

"I think it should be a fine day today, sunny or warm."

At the dinner table, grandma sat at the head and looked at Zhao Qiqing who had just come down.

"OK, grandma, what are you wearing today? My mother said she would pick you up later."

She sat down and brought her a cup of freshly boiled milk from Fu xishen, who was busy working in the kitchen.

"Why did your mother pick me up?" Grandma had previously rejected Zhao Qiqing's request to attend the annual meeting.

She is old and doesn't know that group of high-class people. It's embarrassing to stand together.

Therefore, when Fu xishen mentioned this matter at that time, she rejected it at the first time.

"Of course, I know you feel uncomfortable. Come with you." Zhao Qiqing looks forward to the annual meeting tonight.

I haven't participated in such a large-scale annual meeting for a long time. Zhao Qiqing wants to relax too much.

Grandma hesitated for a moment and frowned.

"Oh, grandma, let's go. It's hard for our family to get together, don't you think?"

Zhao Qiqing blinked her big black-and-white eyes and locked her grandmother tightly.

Fu xishen also sat down, put the plate in his hand on the table, looked at his grandmother and whispered, "yes, grandma, just promise, otherwise you won't be relieved if Qingqing goes."

"But..."

"It's all right, grandma. We'll ask the cook to open a small stove for you and bring you the medicine."

"Don't worry. There is a special VIP lounge. If you feel the hall is noisy, go to the lounge."

The two sang in unison. Under the infinite series of attacks, grandma sighed helplessly and nodded, "I've convinced you young people that your mouth is older than ours."

"So you promised to go?" Zhao Qiqing raised her eyebrows and waited for her grandmother's answer.

Grandma nodded softly as an answer.

Zhao Qiqing ate a glass of milk. Huaining dragged her lazily out of the bedroom and yawned involuntarily.

"Good morning, you are all so early!"

Huaining opened his chair and sat down on it. He picked up his mobile phone and didn't know what he was sending.

When she sent the message, her expression was bright and looked energetic.

Zhao Qiqing caught her micro expression, "where is the thief laughing? Why?"

Huainingzhi put away his mobile phone, sat upright and poured himself a glass of water.

"No, nothing."

"Really?" Zhao Qiqing asked again and made a fake move to get up.

This sudden rise frightened Huaining's heart and hurriedly cut the mobile phone into an interface.

It turned out that Zhao Qiqing just got up and took a piece of bread.

It really scared her to death.

"Just tell me what you want to eat. I can't get it for you?" Fu xishen looked sideways and stared at Zhao Qiqing in a daze.

Zhao Qiqing shook her head. "What's the matter? I'm fine."

"Just let your brother-in-law take it for you." Huai Ningzhi made up for it.

It's not good. The words have been spoken, but it looks very strange.

Zhao Qiqing's eyes moved away and fell on her, "Hey, no, why are you taking care of it now?"

"I think you have a ghost in your heart."

"You have." Huai Ningzhi snorted back.

The two people quarreled with each other like a child, which made grandma giggle.

At noon, Mrs. an came to the Fu residence, followed by Du xiatong and the makeup artist.

"I'll chat with my aunt and you'll clean up your clothes." Mrs Ann waved her hand.

"Ah Shen, pour mom a glass of water." Zhao Qiqing gave an order, took a look and took the makeup artist to huainingzhi's room.

Du xiatong has changed her clothes and shape. Today, she looks noble and cold in bright snow white.

"At this point, you feel like a white peacock."

In the face of Zhao Qiqing's praise, Du xiatong raised his eyebrows and tail, with a proud voice, "that's a must."

Huaining was first put on by the makeup artist and took the time to say, "cousin, what are you wearing? Change it now?"

"Here, I left it in my car yesterday." Du xiatong took a handbag from one side and took out the dress inside.

Looking at the black-and-white dotted puffy skirt, Huai Ningzhi couldn't help smiling, "well, today's cousin is a noble little princess?"

Du xiatong nodded approvingly, "I think it's almost the same."

Originally, I felt a little shy about this too immature little dress, but now when they say so, the whole person has goose bumps all over.

Suddenly, the door of huainingzhi's room was knocked, and Fu xishen's pleasant magnetic voice came from the outside.

"Qingqing, you clean up first. I'm going to the scene now."

Zhao Qiqing got up, went over and opened the door for a minute, looked at Fu xishen and murmured, "OK, I still have Xiaotong here. Go."

"Well, I'll wait for you at the gate of the meeting. Wear warm clothes." Fu Xi deeply rubbed her head, and there was deep love in her eyes.

After seeing Fu xishen off reluctantly, Zhao Qiqing went in again, locked the door and put on the evening dress that had not been changed.

Du xiatong nodded slightly with appreciation and gave Zhao Qiqing a thumbs up.

"I have to say, it's still very good-looking!"

Zhao Qiqing glanced at her slightly immature self in the mirror and shook her mind, as if she had returned to her purest youth.

At that time, I didn't understand anything. I was a fledgling lamb.

Now, there are more and more traces of years on his face, and even a small mop bottle in his abdomen.

"Years really make people old!" Zhao Qiqing sat on the bed and sighed.

"What are you talking about here?" Du xiatong glanced contemptuously at Zhao Qiqing and disagreed with her words.

"No matter how old we are, we will always be 18."

She's not getting old!

"In the twinkling of an eye, it's a new year. What have we been busy with this year?" Zhao Qiqing asked hastily.

Du xiatong was stunned for a moment, put down his makeup brush, turned and leaned against the side of the dresser, and smiled at Zhao Qiqing.

She looked straight ahead and didn't know what she was thinking.

"It seems that this year has passed quickly, busy with lovelorn recombination, busy in love, busy getting married and having children."

"You metaphor!" Zhao Qiqing shook her head helplessly and smiled.

"Cousin, my painting is finished. Who are you two?" Huai Ningzhi got up from the stool and turned to look at them.

Today, she simply tied a tall ponytail and put on exquisite makeup to look playful.

"Xiao Tong, you go first. I'm pregnant and can't draw too much makeup." Zhao Qiqing patted Du xiatong on the back and urged.

Du xiatong sat on the stool and looked at Zhao Qiqing's stomach through the mirror.

"Not bad. This skirt just wraps your stomach."