Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Xie Mingyuan frowned as he listened to the unanswered electronic female voice on the other end of the phone.

Strange, why didn't Song Yuening answer the phone?

Song Nian'an didn't know Xie Mingyuan's worries. He just looked at him eagerly and asked concerned questions from time to time.

"Uncle Xie, how are you? Is the phone connected? Did mom say anything to you?"

Xie Mingyuan raised his eyes to meet Song Nian'an's expectant gaze, and slowly shook his head.

"Ning Ning didn't answer the phone."

Song Nian'an's expectant eyes dimmed little by little after Xie Mingyuan finished speaking.

She opened her mouth, then deflated it in frustration, and sat back down.

"Does mom think I'm too annoying and doesn't want me anymore?"

Although Song Nian'an knew that Song Yuening definitely didn't answer the phone for this reason, he still felt aggrieved.

Because Song Yuening participated in the preliminary round, she had not seen her for a whole week.

Song Nian'an has lived with Song Yuening since she was a child, and has never been away from her for such a long time. To her, a week is like a year.

Xie Mingyuan looked at Song Nian'an who lowered her head in despair, raised his hand and landed on her head, and patted her twice, neither lightly nor hard.

"She should be busy."

Otherwise, why wouldn't you answer the phone?

Especially when she knew that Song Nian'an was by her side, when she received her call, her first reaction must be whether something would happen to Song Nian'an, so she would not refuse to answer the phone.

Did something happen?

Xie Mingyuan recalled Song Yuening's state when he just finished the preliminary round, his eyebrows shuddered, and he stood up immediately.

"Zitao, take Nian'an with you. I have to go out for something."

The seriousness in his words made Xie Zitao unable to help but become serious.

He first glanced at Song Nian'an, who was opposite him, and then looked up at Xie Mingyuan. Thinking that he had just finished calling Song Yuening, he felt even more worried.

Could it be that something happened to Teacher Song?

What he thought of, Song Nian'an, a smart little guy who was as big as a kid, naturally thought of it too.

She immediately jumped down from the chair and hugged Xie Mingyuan's thigh, as if she was unwilling to let go.

"Thank you, uncle! Did something happen to my mother? Can you take me with you? I really miss her!"

There were tears in Song Nian'an's eyes, and her fair cheeks were much redder because of anxiety.

She bit her lip and looked at Xie Mingyuan, tears in her eyes seemed to flow down every second.

Seeing her like this, Xie Mingyuan's heart softened.

He agreed with little hesitation.

"it is good."

……

studio.

Song Yuening clearly realized that she was dreaming.

Since she participated in the preliminary round, her whole body has been immersed in a state of high tension.

Especially today, she locked herself in the studio without eating or resting. She was so focused on designing and innovating new manuscripts that she didn't even notice her physical condition.

She originally planned to continue painting, but she couldn't bear the sudden fatigue and sleepiness, and crawled directly on the table.

Originally, he wanted to rest for a while and then get up again to continue the unfinished manuscript, but because he was too tired, he went directly into a deep dream.

"This...is a costume I designed myself?" Song Yuening looked at the various costumes around her and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.

And those clothes seemed to have heard Song Yuening's words and knew that she had recognized them. They kept spinning around her, even much faster than before.

Song Yuening subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch them, but the scene immediately changed, and the things surrounding her turned into white papers one after another.

Song Yuening was confused and dazed for a moment, but soon came back to her senses.

Does this...do you mean to ask her to draw a design draft on it?

Song Yuening raised her hand and started to write on it according to her previous ideas, but strangely, halfway through the painting, all the traces on it disappeared.

Song Yuening suddenly opened her eyes wide, and for a moment she didn't quite understand what was going on.

She tried hard to leave any traces on it, but in vain.

"what on earth is it?"

Song Yuening frowned, raised and lowered her fingers, and had a vague guess in her heart.

"Does this require me to change the way I draw?"

But in the past five years, she has formed a habit, and it is really difficult to suddenly change this way.

But for the upcoming rematch, she has to get rid of this problem no matter what!

……

When Xie Mingyuan brought Song Nian'an to the studio, what he saw was Song Yuening lying on the table, frowning and dreaming.

"It needs to be changed here too...that's not right..."

Song Nian'an looked at Song Yuening's figure with some worry, raised his head to look at Xie Mingyuan, and asked worriedly.

"Uncle Xie, what happened to my mother?"

"Is it because the competition is too stressful that my mother is not in a good mental state?"

Song Nian'an's worry was not unreasonable. After all, he had never seen Song Yuening like this before.

And the reason why she was in this state probably had something to do with that competition.

Song Nian'an's mouth tightened, feeling unhappy, and because he was worried about disturbing Song Yuening's sleep, he had to lower his voice.

"How about we tell mom not to participate in this competition in the future?"

Song Nian'an pulled Xie Mingyuan's sleeve and asked softly.

Xie Mingyuan did not respond, but walked to Song Yuening's side first. Looking at her sleeping face in a deep sleep, his eyebrows became much gentler and more affectionate.

He raised his hand and gently moved Song Yuening's broken hair on her cheek. Looking at the dark circles under her eyes caused by excessive exhaustion, he couldn't help feeling pity in his heart.

So why are Song Nian'an's thoughts not his?

He also wanted Song Yuening to have a good rest, but judging from his understanding of Song Yuening, she would never give up this kind of competition that represented glory.

"Nian An, we will talk about the competition later."

Xie Mingyuan spoke softly, interrupting Song Nian'an's scattered thoughts.

The latter blinked and was about to ask Xie Mingyuan why, when he saw Xie Mingyuan bending down, taking off the suit jacket he was wearing, and then covering Song Yuening's body.

Then, he directly picked up Song Yuening on the seat, his movements were extremely gentle.

Song Nian'an watched from the side and couldn't help but think in his heart.

It would be great if Uncle Xie was her father, then their family would definitely be very happy living together.

This thought was swirling in her mind, and then immediately dissipated because Xie Mingyuan stood up and walked out.

She opened her short legs and hurriedly chased after Xie Mingyuan.