Chapter 470

Yang Lele quickly shook his head. It's better to pick a general from the lame!

Although the colors are plain, the good thing is that the styles are very unique. Yang Lele comforts himself in his heart.

Song Zian has outstanding temperament and tall figure. He looks good no matter what he wears. He can pick it up immediately among the people.

When song Zian washed, he saw Yang Lele sitting on his bed with a lavender skirt and a string of bracelets made in Italy. Song Zian was obviously surprised at this posture.

"Mom, what's the matter with you?" Song Zian approached and asked.

"It's nothing. I think you've been wearing gray clothes recently. People look sullen for no reason. I'll choose a bright dress for you so that I can look happy."

Yang Lele continues to make things up. Anyway, there is only one purpose, that is, to let Song Zi appear in front of Liu Heyan.

"Ha ha, well, well, mother, just be happy."

Song Zian didn't think much. Since Yang Lele likes this one, it's good.

Just for a moment, song Zian thought of this dress, which he chose when he read Chu's birthday last year.

Because Chu Nian doesn't like the slightly overbearing colors of red and green, song Zian's clothes are elegant, chic, proud but not publicized, in full bloom but not artificial.

At that time, song Zian did not know how many stores he went to in order to choose this dress. Finally, he found it in a very small designer.

Song Zian thought that Chu Nian would like this dress because it matched the season when Chu Nian was born.

Just these memories flashed in Song Zian's mind, like a wave of calm pool water. Because a small stone passed by, it had a slight ripple, but it was also extremely beautiful, not tragic, not sad

Yang Lele is naturally delighted to see song Zian cooperate so well today.

Yang Lele couldn't help sighing: "they all say that my daughter is my mother's little cotton padded jacket. My little cotton padded jacket is still new and warm for so many years."

"Mom, what are you talking about!"

Of course, song Zian feels that Yang Lele is not generally happy today, and he doesn't think about why. He just wants to follow Yang Lele for no reason, just as Yang Lele has been trying his best to follow song Zian.

"Ha ha, girl, put it on, and then we'll start."

Yang Lele ignored song Zian's slight resentment and played with her skirt carelessly, as if she wanted to fold the extremely comfortable skirt that was already ironed in her hand.

When Yang Lele and song Zian went out, Yang Lele felt a sense of pride. good

Taking such a beautiful girl is my greatest achievement over the years.

Is a husband happy? Happiness! Are you happy with your career? Happiness! Are you happy with friends? Happiness!

But none of these can compare with the happiness of a woman in my family. It is an irreplaceable happiness, about maternal love and the unbearable weight of life.

Yang Lele affectionately took song Zian's hand, like two sisters, walking very steadfastly on the road.

In recent years, it has become more and more popular for mothers and daughters to look like sisters, which seems to be a symbol, a symbol of family happiness.

Only a mother who is good at maintenance and strict in self-discipline can reap the attention of everyone with her daughter.

At this time, Yang Lele and song Zian achieved this effect.

If we do not carefully compare the collagen content on the faces of Yang Lele and song Zian, there are still many similarities in terms of temperament, stature and appearance.

Yang Lele immediately took song Zian to the beauty salon not far from home and ordered a full set of maintenance for himself and song Zian, as if preparing to make a big repair.

"Mom, is it such an exaggeration?" Song Zian often follows Yang Lele to the beauty salon, but the whole set will take at least two hours.

"Yes, we haven't been here for a long time. Look at mom's face. Pleats are coming out."

When Yang Lele was in a good mood, he didn't seem to have any trace of middle age. Even if he was looking at Song Zian, he should act like a spoiled child.

"Well, well, I'll be with my mother today." Song Zian had to smile helplessly.

Anyway, I'm used to Yang Lele's bustle. Song Zian doesn't care that the little girl in the beauty shop wants to laugh.

Although Yang Lele ordered a full set of maintenance and sold cute clothes, the most important thing is to rescue song Zian's face as soon as possible.

Although Yang Lele had already laid down, his eyes were staring at Song Zian. In a moment, he told the little girl to do an eye massage.

The conductor seemed not to enjoy it, and suggested whether to apply ice to his eyes, which was conducive to detumescence.

At the beginning, song Zian still enjoyed the care of Yang Lele pointing aside. He felt that Yang Lele was so good. He secretly hoped that Yang Lele would live like a princess forever. When he was old, he would be an old princess.

But song Zian didn't think about it for long, so he fell asleep again

Yang Lele saw song Zian suddenly quiet, accompanied by a uniform sound of breathing. Obviously, he slept soundly in the grip of the clerk.

Yang Lele could not help sighing in his heart, how tired song Zian is!

A good little girl, Yang Lele doesn't understand why she is so tired.

With the achievements of song Yimin and Yang Lele in their lives, there is no problem for song Zian to live a relaxed and happy life.

But does song Zian have to work so hard?

Looking at Song Zian, who has always been strong, seems to be frowning in his deep sleep. Yang Lele's heart is only distressed. At this time, this worried face is the most real expression of a mother.

Yang Lele ignored Song Zian, who was sleeping, quietly directing the salesman to Song Zian's mask with various functions, whitening, moisturizing, going to yellow and brightening.

Yang Lele doesn't care to do maintenance for himself. At the moment, he has devoted himself to the packaging of song Zian.

Yang Lele saw that the clerk had laid the foundation for song Zian according to his own requirements, and called a makeup artist to make up song Zian while he was sleeping.

Yang Lele feels that song Zian usually has a feeling of clear water Hibiscus under light makeup, but he always feels that if he is a little more gorgeous, he may be more in line with song Zian's age.

When everything was ready, Yang Lele saw that the time was almost up, so he woke up song Zian in time.

After waking up, song Zian looked at Song Zian with a little regret. It seemed that she was still so embarrassed.

But Yang Lele didn't care at all. Looking at his masterpiece in front of him, he felt very satisfied.

Yang Lele could not help sighing in his heart that song Zian should dress up like this. He looked more energetic and spiritual. His eyes seemed to be able to speak at the moment.

"Let's go. I'm going to see a client now. You should also see he Yan." Yang said

Lelefeng stood up and was ready to take song Zian out.

"Yes, it's almost time. If you don't walk for a while, there will be a traffic jam."

Song Zian looked at his watch and immediately prepared to leave. For song Zian, who doesn't love others for being late, he is more strict with himself.

But song Zian was so worried that he didn't even have time to look at his face. He said to Yang Lele and left.

Yang Lele watched song Zian run away with a mysterious smile on his lips. He quickly recruited a taxi and quietly went to the restaurant agreed by song Zian and Liu Heyan.

Maybe it's because you don't have to stop. Coupled with Yang Lele's urging all the way, Yang Lele went to the restaurant first than song Zian, and then hurried to meet song Yimin and Lao Liu.

Lao Liu has done Liu Heyan's work since he talked with song Yimin last time. He claims to help his old friends and remember to cooperate with hibiscus studio.

Liu Heyan's mother, who had long been in a hurry to be a mother-in-law, hurried back and said she wanted to check on her son.

Lao Liu, who did not trust his wife to return home alone, also hurried home with his wife.

Both sides attached great importance to and looked forward to the meeting.

When song Zian arrived at the restaurant, he ran into Liu Heyan, who had just sat down. In terms of the concept of time, the two people are extremely matched. They are used to arriving early, but they should arrive early accurately, which reflects a kind of control over time and their own strictness.

"Zi'an, you're here." Liu Heyan saw song zi'an come in, stood up quickly, and stretched out his hand to shake hands.

Song Zian has long been a little girl at school. As the boss of Hibiscus studio, he is very used to business etiquette.

After they shook hands warmly, they both sat down.

Of course, it is inevitable to look at each other after long absence.

Song Zian looks at Liu Heyan and feels the same as before. He feels like a warm big brother. It should be easier to cooperate with Liu Heyan. After all, he has the same educational background and has more common understanding of many things.

Liu Heyan couldn't help looking at Song Zian more. Compared with earlier, song Zian looked more mature.

It used to look like a little girl who hasn't grown up, but now she has the distinctive characteristics of working women. She looks capable, enthusiastic and beautiful.

However, song Zian's occasionally shy appearance instantly made Liu Heyan feel the familiar song Zian, still like the sensible little sister before.

"Brother he Yan, if you don't tell me when you come back, how can you find a design company to remember me?" Song Zian took the coffee in front of him and sipped the bitter taste.

"Oh, I've just returned home. I heard that your studio has just been established and needs to find a project?" Liu Heyan totally didn't expect that their opening remarks were like this. The donkey's head doesn't feel like a horse's mouth.