Chapter 2447： You are not stupid or lame (plus 7)

Chapter 2447 You are not stupid or lame (plus 7)

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

The words came to his lips, something flashed in his mind, and he suddenly squinted his eyes.

fixedly looking at Chu Junming, "Third Brother, are you?"

Chu Junming stroked the finger of the cup for a while, took it away after a while, got up and returned to his desk.

"……"

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

He knows in his heart.

frowned.

Head down, thinking apologetically.

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

He smiled faintly, “Don’t make random guesses, Qingling and I have nothing to do with Qinghuan. If you want to go with the flow between you and Qinghuan, just let it go. That’s good.”

"Brother Three?"

"If you are okay, don't delay my time here. I will send the drawing to your mobile phone. If you need to change it, go and communicate with the decoration company. In addition, after I go back tomorrow, you will be watching."

"Great."

Feng Yize smiled and nodded.

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

Feng Yize saw that Chu Junming was busy, so he didn't bother him anymore, and said, "Third Brother, I'm leaving now."

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 is sitting on the sofa near the window, with one hand resting on his chin, and smiling while maintaining the same posture.

Until Qinghuan’s voice sounded softly, "Auntie Yan, you can move."

She blinked and moved her neck gently.

smiled on his mouth, "Qinghuan, did you finish drawing so soon?"

"Well, Auntie Yan, first check whether you like it or not. If you don't like it, I will help you redraw it."

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

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

When Feng Yize entered the studio, he saw this picture.

Qinghuan is held by his mother Xiong.

"Mom, Qinghuan, who are you?"

He strode over, Yan Zhidong let go of Qinghuan, and pointed to the painting he had just painted and said, "Come on, Yi Ze, I will introduce you to you. This is your mother."

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

Somewhat dazed.

He hasn't seen a mother like this for a long time.

Yan Zhidong finished the introduction, but when she saw Feng Yize, she remained motionless and did not speak.

She paused, and then smiled and said, "What are you stupid? Qinghuan painted me ten years younger. Yize, or you can change with Qinghuan."

"What to change?"

Feng Yize walked forward two steps, admiring the painting from the front.

His mother was a big beauty when she was young. This painting does look younger.

However, she is also very beautiful now.

"Of course you and Qing Huan will be exchanged. You go to Wen's house as a son, and Qing Huan will come home with me to be a daughter."

Qinghuan couldn't help laughing.

Feng Yize looked at her, she waved her hands innocently, indicating that she had nothing to do with her.

He looked at Yan Zhidong again, and asked depressed, "Mom, you don't want a son, do you think Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen will want it?"

Yan Zhidong stared at the painting not enough, and heard Feng Yize ask.

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

said perfunctorily, “You will want it. You look good, you are not stupid or lame. It should be enough for them to make as much money as possible in the future.”

"……"

Feng Yize was really sad.

Yan Zhidong finished speaking, then turned to look at Qing Huan, and asked with a smile, "Qing Huan, can you help me draw a cheongsam outfit tomorrow?"

Qing Huan nodded, "Of course."

"No way."

Feng Yize and Qing Huan said together.

But it was automatically blocked by Yan Zhidong.

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

"Auntie Yan, you have such a good figure. You must be able to wear it. I will accompany you to buy one in a while. I know a store where cheongsam is very good."

"Really? Then let's go now."

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

"Whoever of you pay attention to me..."

Before finishing speaking, Feng Yize was covered with a magazine that Yan Zhidong picked up casually.

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

Yan Zhidong and Qinghuan walked out of the studio with a smile. He took the magazine off his face and looked through the glass window. The two walked arm in arm to the front pedestrian street.

Feng Yize touched his nose. My mother likes Qinghuan so much. Although he has no status, he is very happy.

……

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

is the fashion icon of City G.

The cheongsam shop is in the middle. Qing Huan and Yan Zhidong are walking in front, and Feng Yize is behind them two or three meters away.

From time to time, take a picture against their backs.

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

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

Although she came with a large army, she was the most leisurely, and it didn’t matter how long she stayed.

So I found Qinghuan.

"Aunt Yan, this is it."

Qinghuan pointed to the shop in front and introduced Yan Zhidong.

Yan Zhidong replied, then turned around and shouted at Feng Yize who had been following, "Son, hurry up."

Feng Yize, "..."

Finally saw me.

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

Feng Yize, "..."

……

after an hour.

Feng Yize swipes his card and pays.

Yan Zhidong wanted to buy one for Qinghuan, but was rejected by Qinghuan.

She did not reluctantly, took the bag containing the cheongsam handed by the waiter, and refused Feng Yize to help her carry it.

Walking out of the cheongsam shop, Yan Zhidong began to yawn and said tiredly, "I can't do it, Qinghuan, I'm going home to rest first, but you didn't buy anything today. You can't walk around with me for so long, portrait I didn't pay you, so let Yize accompany you to pick something you like, whatever it is."

Qing smiled and shook her head, "Auntie Yan, I don’t need anything. Since you are tired, we will go back first."

"No way, no way."

Yan Zhidong smiled, with a serious face, "I will always be upset if you don't pick a gift, and I won't dare to let you paint again tomorrow. Qinghuan, if you don't want Yi Ze to follow, then I will hold on for a while. , Accompany you to choose."

As she said, she bent over, and the hand that did not carry the bag gently beat her leg.

"When you are old, it is useless, and your legs hurt before you go shopping."

(End of this chapter)