As soon as the door closed, Ling Shanshan grabbed Ling Tongyu who was about to go to the room to continue sleeping, "Tell me the truth, did you catch him?"
"Sister! What are you talking about? It's so ugly." After hearing this, Ling Tongyu said dissatisfiedly that Ling Shanshan was always like this, full of vulgarity.
"You're just pretending, people are coming to your house to cook food for you. He's the president of Dahan Group. If you don't have an affair with him, why would he come here to treat you like this? He's looking for abuse."
He made food for her? Didn't he say he bought it? What's going on?
"You're just pretending, look at this kitchen, you're so sick, you can't be the one cooking."
Ling Tongyu looked towards the kitchen. There were indeed signs of use in the kitchen. When he walked in and opened the refrigerator door, he saw that the vegetables and tofu had been touched, and there was still a little unfinished porridge in the pot.
Did he really make it? Would he still cook porridge? She remembered that the porridge just tasted delicious.
It's just that it's strange enough that he came to visit unexpectedly, but why did he cook for her personally? Are you pregnant? We've already confirmed the relationship. You can do it, you don't see that your hands and feet are much faster than mine."
"The more you talk, the more outrageous you are! I won't tell you anymore!" Ling Tongyu turned around and went back to the room.
"Hey! Damn girl, please hurry up in Korea. I heard that your clothing department is going to select a new manager. Please find someone higher up so that I can be a royal model. Your sister and I only have a few years of youth left.
Years ago, hey, hey, did you hear..."
Ling Tongyu closed the door, returned to the desk and sat down. The chair still had the problem of Han Jifeng's body, and there was still his unique aura in the room. There was a grain of rice on the edge of the desk that had not been wiped clean.
"A person who can truly become a designer cannot just stare at other people's works." What Han Jifeng said came back to her mind. She picked up her design draft and looked at it for a long, long time.
*
"Welcome Mr. Ye Shixiong and his family to visit us for guidance."
A very eye-catching banner was hung at the entrance of Little Angel Kindergarten. Under the leadership of the principal and teachers, the children in the kindergarten held flowers in their hands and stood on both sides of the school gate, shouting slogans in order -
The young and crisp voice resounded over the kindergarten, and everyone's face was filled with warm and hearty smiles.
Today, Ye Shixiong, chairman of the Yip Group, his wife Jin Yumei and Ye Zhenzhen, the eldest daughter of the Ye family, will visit Little Angel Kindergarten. Little Angel Kindergarten mainly recruits children from poor families. The Ye family will come to visit Little Angel Kindergarten.
Therefore, the principal and teachers were extra cautious and made a lot of preparations for the event a long time ago.
"Xiaoxi, after the performance is over, you remember to go on stage to present flowers to Mr. and Mrs. Ye on behalf of the children. Do you remember?"
"Yes, teacher, I remember it. I practiced it many times at home." Xiaoxi nodded solemnly.
"Come on, come on..." Some teacher shouted, and everyone's shouts of welcome became even more enthusiastic.
Xiaoxi, who was standing at the front of the welcoming team, looked forward and saw four cars driving one after another and stopping at the entrance of the kindergarten. After a while, a grandfather, a grandmother, and an aunt got out of the car.
Behind them were seven or eight uncles dressed in black and wearing black glasses. Xiaoxi knew that they were bodyguards.
"Huh?" When she saw Ye Zhenzhen, her eyes widened. Isn't this the aunt from her uncle's company?
Ye Zhenzhen, who was holding Ye Shixiong's arm, did not notice Xiaoxi's figure at all.
"Mr. Ye, Mrs. Ye, Miss Ye, let me first thank you on behalf of these children. Thank you very much. Welcome to Little Angel Kindergarten." The principal stepped forward and shook hands with the Ye family one by one with tears of gratitude.
"Director, you are serious. This is what I, Mr. Ye, should do." Ye Shixiong responded to the director's words very politely and thoughtfully. Ye Zhenzhen, who was accompanying him at the side, had a kind and friendly smile. Only Jin Yumei, whose expression was different today
He was a little depressed, especially when looking at these children, his brows were furrowed.
"Mr. Ye, Mrs. Ye, Miss Ye, please... the children know that you are coming, and we have prepared a wonderful program to welcome you. Please take a seat." The teacher in charge of the reception came forward and greeted the three of them deeply.
Bowed.
"Okay, let's take a look at these cute children, haha..." Ye Shixiong was obviously in a good mood and condition, with a spring breeze on his face, "Zhenzhen, when will you give birth to a grandson for dad? Dad wants to be a grandpa."
I’ve been thinking about it for several years.”
"Dad!" When Ye Zhenzhen heard this, her face turned red, she lowered her voice and shouted softly, "You, why do you say such personal words on such an occasion."
"Hahaha, isn't it because seeing these children makes me emotional?" Ye Shixiong patted his daughter's hand very lovingly, and the principal and teachers present also laughed.
The children prepared a variety of programs, including singing, dancing, painting, and writing. Ye Shixiong was smiling the whole time. When the principals saw it, they felt half relieved. Chairman Ye was happier, which meant that the donations they received
The more there are, the better the children's conditions will be.
"Now, please Mr. Ye come on stage and say a few words for the children." After the performance, the principal led the teachers and children to applaud enthusiastically and welcomed Ye Shixiong to the stage to speak.
Ye Shixiong patted his wife's hand, stood up, walked to the center of the small stage, looked around at everyone present, and said -
"Principal, teachers, and children, thank you very much for your wonderful performance just now. I saw your heart and love in it..."
Ye Shixiong was talking eloquently on the stage, but Jin Sumei in the audience had red eyes. She raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Ye Zhenzhen saw her and asked with concern.
"I think of my Xin'er. The year she was lost, she was as old as these children. You said, such a big child already has memory. Moreover, my Xin'er is so smart, how could she do this?
Can't find the way home?" Jin Yumei said, tears streaming down her cheeks, with a sad expression on her face. Every time she remembered her missing daughter, her heart always bleeds with pain.
Ye Zhenzhen's face darkened immediately after hearing this. Therefore, no matter how hard she tried to please her mother, no matter how hard she studied to get their recognition, no matter how hard she tried to arrange her life according to their requirements, her mother still couldn't.