"Yao Yi hasn't been here for many days. He is busy with work. You'd better go back and take care of him. You don't have to worry about me and your aunt. If you want to rest assured, go back quickly. We hope you will live a good life and a happy life.
, just stick to your previous personality.”
"You are my aunt Bai and you grew up. You are very sensible. At that time, the orphanage was unable to adopt too many children. There were only a few. You are all the children of me and your aunt Bai, so why would your parents not be able to accept them?
Understand the minds of children? So stop beating. I don’t know what conflicts have happened to you. You can’t hide it from Yao Yi in your heart. Although Yao Yi doesn’t like to talk much, he is a careful and responsible person.
The man.”
The dean's words made Wan Qianqian fall into confusion again. He is a careful and responsible man, but will his things belong to her?
I looked up at the blue sky. The blue sky was like the man she loved, so clean that it made people want to hug it.
But the blue sky was too high for her to touch, and his heart was too deep for her to explore, and even if she held it in her arms, she could not feel the reality.
After lunch, Wan Qianqian sat in the corridor thinking about what the dean said to her, his eyes full of melancholy.
Pei Ruomian walked up to her with her little body and pulled the corner of her clothes, "Mama, call your dad."
Wan Qianqian came back to his senses, bent down and hugged Pei Ruomian and sat on her lap, and asked curiously, "Why did Mianmian suddenly call her father?"
"Let my father buy Tangtang for Taotao to eat, Mianmian wants to eat it too."
"Would you buy it on the street for you?"
Pei Ruomian pouted and twisted his body, "No, no, Mianmian wants to eat the candy he bought by his father."
"Okay, I'll call you now. Are you going to tell your dad? "
"Um."
Yao Yi was having a meeting with the art team over there, and his cell phone rang. It seemed that the caller ID was Wan Qianqian. He was a little surprised. Wan Qianqian had not taken the initiative to call him in the past month, all of which were called by him.
I stood up and left the conference room, answered the phone, and the voice was as usual, "Qianqian."
"Dad." What came from the other end of the phone was not thousands of sounds, but Pei Ruomian's.
Hearing Pei Ruomian's voice, Yao Yi immediately showed a doting smile on his face, "Mianmian, why did he suddenly call his father?"
"Dad comes to see me and bring Tangtang."
"Mianmian misses his father or Tangtang?"
Pei Ruomian replied in a tender voice, "Mianmian miss Tangtang, mom misses Dad."
Yao Yiwenyan's smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and Wan Qianqian on the other side did not expect Pei Ruomian to suddenly say this, and he snatched his phone in embarrassment.
Explained, "I didn't. I didn't ask her to say it, and I don't know why she said that."
Yao Yi heard Wan Qianqian’s explanation and smiled with a handsome face, replying to Wan Qianqian, "There is no silver here."
Wan Qianqian felt very, "It's really not."[
"I'll get off work tonight and say something to Mianmian." Yao Yi didn't give Wan Qianqian another chance to speak, so he immediately hung up the phone and returned to the conference room with a peach blossom smile.
When the female artists in the conference room saw the smile on Yao Yi's face, no matter how steady the eyes were, they were not controlling the peach blossom core. Yao Yi rarely appeared in front of the employees in the art team, and it was also about business.