Mafia King's Adorkable Bride

His breath was tickling on her ears.

"Uncle, don't talk in my ear. It's too close." an xiaonuan whispered.

"Itching is right." the night Ming Jue said and kissed her ear immediately.

The sudden touch made her body shake subconsciously.

"Baby, you have to be reserved and don't react so much." Yeming's tone was full of ridicule.

Ann xiaonuan didn't want to say anything. When she ran to her office in the daytime, she had the face to say that she was not reserved. It was an eye opener.

"Who is not reserved, you get up." an xiaonuan's tone was filled with strong anger.

Yeming Jue didn't put her meaning. An xiaonuan struggled, but it didn't have any effect.

"Let go, or I'll kick you." an xiaonuan threatened with dissatisfaction.

Lord Yeming is not afraid of her kicking. Her strength is not big. Moreover, she is reluctant to use great strength, so it doesn't hurt even if she is kicked.

"Uncle, almost. It's in the office. If someone comes to me and sees us tired of working here, even if they don't say anything on the surface, they will make fun of us behind our backs." an xiaonuan said very seriously.

Yeming doesn't think so. What's wrong with working hours and the office? It's not a shady thing for him to hug his wife. What's so funny.

If you make fun of it, it can only show that the person is jealous.

"Don't worry, no one will come here for ten days and a half months. Even if you come, you will know how to leave when you see me." Lord Yeming said.

For example, at night nine, which is only a wall away from Ann xiaonuan, every time I see her, I will consciously walk away.

Well, good. Xuanmei needs such talents very much.

"Less nonsense, not here." an xiaonuan said firmly.

It was almost funny. Lord Yeming finally let her go, and then said with a bad smile: "warm, you really can't afford to joke. Am I such a person without discretion?"

You are. It's so. You sneak into the small bedroom behind her office at noon and show her all kinds of kindness a lot.

An xiaonuan didn't answer. He asked again very seriously, "nuanuan, do you really think I'm not measured?"

An xiaonuan wanted to answer yes, but he said against his heart: "uncle has always been very measured."

Lord Yeming was disappointed when he heard this answer. Just now he thought that if she said he was not measured, he would show her immediately. It's a pity.

Well, he's a person who can't stand boasting. I'd better wait until he gets home at night to think about how to deal with her.

After staring at her for a moment, Lord Yeming left an xiaonuan's office with some reluctance.

An xiaonuan patted himself on the head. It was dangerous. Fortunately, he was smart enough. Well, the danger was relieved and he continued to work.

When she came home in the evening, yeziyan sat in the living room drawing, but she didn't use paper, but kept drawing on her white skirt with a watercolor pen.

Ann xiaonuan couldn't help laughing when she saw her actions. As expected, children are the most imaginative and often give a blow to adults with fixed thinking.

She couldn't help but rejoice that she didn't send Ziyan to the training class at the beginning, otherwise Ziyan might not be so romantic and lovely now.

This afternoon, she was still thinking about how to get the patterns on the cloth in addition to printing and dyeing and embroidery. There is a new way to draw them.

When she had an idea, she immediately called Ji Qing, and soon the phone was connected.

"Xiao Nuan, what's up?"

An xiaonuan said quickly, "I just had a wild idea. I want you to refer to the feasibility. What if the cloth of our new clothes in autumn doesn't need printing and is painted with dye with a pen?"

"Are you serious? Won't the color fade without special treatment?" Ji Qing asked in surprise.

Will it fade? At least the paint on the skirt painted by Ziyan can't be washed off.

"Let's consider the problem of color fading later. I just want to ask whether the method of drawing patterns on clothes by hand can be accepted." an xiaonuan asked seriously.

"National style clothes and ancient style pictures as decorative patterns are actually very good. Of course, there is a premise that the color cannot fade after washing. Although our clothes take the high-end route, they are not disposable products, so this must be guaranteed." Ji Qing replied very seriously.

"OK, as long as it's feasible, we'll consider solving the problem of fading next. Well, it's not urgent anyway. We'll talk about it later. Bye." an xiaonuan said.

"Wait a minute, where did you get such a strange brain hole?" Ji Qing said very well.

"If we want to make some innovation, it's not easy for us to start. We have to have something attractive. As for the source of brain hole, it's very simple. My little cigarette princess is using a watercolor pen to curse her white skirt." an xiaonuan smiled.

So it's useful to have children. Maybe when they are naughty, they suddenly let the adults in the family realize something.

"What a wonderful little princess, bye." Ji Qing said and hung up the phone soon.

After an xiaonuan called, dinner was ready. An xiaonuan went to his daughter and said, "well, the future little painter of our family, eat first and then draw."

"Mom, do I look good?" yeziyan raised his head and asked seriously.

Although Ziyan is still small, his talent for painting is really outstanding. Although he doesn't have any rules and regulations, at least he doesn't look ugly.

"It looks good. You draw well, but next time you should remember to draw on paper. The skirt is not the place to draw." Ann xiaonuan smiled. Children need encouragement. Even if her painting destroys their skirt, Ann xiaonuan won't blame her for it, but persuade her.

"Mom, I know painting should be on paper. I just want to have a try." yeziyan said seriously.

Well, ghost girl, she really convinced her.

Yeziyan put down his pen. An xiaonuan took her to wash her hands and then went to the restaurant for dinner.

After dinner, the twins went to do their homework together. Only Yeming Jue and his daughter were left in the living room. Ziyan continued her skirt graffiti work.

"Uncle, we Ziyan like painting so much. How about cultivating her into a painter?" an xiaonuan asked.

The little girl showed her talent at a young age, but it's too early to become a painter. After all, such a young child is not sensible. If she doesn't like painting in the future, what she thinks now will be in vain.

"Wennuan, let's talk about this. The child is still young. It's too early for us to plan her career now." Lord Yeming said seriously.

Yes, I'm just a little over two years old. I don't know if I like it in the future. The girls in their family must choose a career according to their own preferences in the future.