My sweet honey, love needs to wait

Bai Qiulian looked at the bag he had thrown. When he opened it, his heart suddenly became warm. It turned out that this man went down to buy some painkillers and a packet of brown sugar for her.

Although his face was as cold as ever, and he didn't say a word of concern, it was enough. She was sure that he still had her in his heart.

"Thank you, Bo Jingyan." Bai Qiulian showed him a warm smile, then closed his eyes and quietly endured the pain in his stomach.

Bo Jingyan's face sank a little. He said viciously, "don't think I'm doing this to care about you. I just don't want you to die in my car!"

Bai Qiulian is slightly tilted lips, the man clearly at the beginning also said to take her to kill the corpse, in a twinkling of an eye he said don't want to die in his car, so contradictory words only he can say.

"Well." She snorted in reply to him.

Until Bai Qiulian got out of the car, he didn't say a word more. She didn't even stand on her front foot, so he flew away, as if someone was chasing him.

Back home, as soon as she opened the door, she saw the summer solstice and Xiaobao sleeping on the sofa. Seeing this scene, her heart was warm, and it was good to go home, especially when she saw Xiaobao's sleeping face.

Maybe she heard the sound of opening the door. Xiaobao rubbed her eyes and sat up. As soon as she saw her, she raised her smiling face and cried, "Mom, you're back!"

Summer solstice also woke up, she stretched a stretch, looked at her and said: "why did you go so long? How's the conversation going? "

Fortunately, she doesn't have to work overtime today, otherwise Xiaobao would be a little worried if she stayed at home alone for a few hours.

Bai Qiulian nodded and said: "OK, some follow-up will contact her on the mobile phone, summer solstice, thank you this time!"

Thank her for introducing the business to her and for looking after Xiaobao for her.

"Ah, you're seeing the outside world like this. We've been friends for many years. If you say that again, I won't talk to you any more." The summer solstice yawned and said, "no, I'm too sleepy. I'll stay with you tonight. I'll go and lie down first."

She went straight to the study, where she put a small sofa, enough for her to sleep alone.

Bai Qiulian looked at her eagerness to find a bed. She laughed, hugged Xiaobao and asked, "did you listen to the summer solstice tonight?"

"Xiaobao is very obedient. At the summer solstice, my aunt praised Xiaobao for being good!" Xiao Bao raised his face and said.

Bai Qiulian nodded his little nose and joked: "are you talking big?"

"Mommy, if you don't believe it, you can ask aunt Xia Zhi. She really praises me!" Xiaobao saw that his mother didn't believe him, so he grabbed her arm and shook it.

Bai Qiulian saw that he was in a hurry. Then he nodded again and again and said, "OK, Xiaobao is the best. Come on, my good baby, will you go back to bed?"

Xiaobao held her neck tightly and said, "Mommy, Xiaobao wants to hear Mommy tell stories."

"OK, let's go to bed after the story." Bai Qiulian put him on the bed, and then took a fairy tale to tell him slowly.

Talking, Xiao Bao finally fell asleep.

Looking at the little guy finally fell asleep, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat up from the bed. She picked up her backpack, took out her wallet, and looked at the photos in it in a daze. This is Bo Jingyan's big head photo, the kind that she used to find in her room occasionally. She was curious and put it in her wallet. She didn't expect that this clip would be five years.

He left his wallet in his car just now. Did he see it? Or he didn't notice that his backpack had fallen on his car.

Shaking her head, she put aside these confused thoughts, took her pajamas, took a bath, and fell asleep.

I'm not satisfied with my stomach tonight. Let's do the design tomorrow.

The next morning, when Bai Qiulian got up, she saw the breakfast. It turned out that the guy got up early to make breakfast at the summer solstice. She ate it herself and went straight to work.

"Xiao Bao, come and have breakfast. After breakfast, Mommy will take you to see your new school!" Bai Qiulian said and pulled his little hand.

Xiao Bao raised his head and asked, "Mommy, can I not go to kindergarten?"

"Why?" Bai Qiulian is very curious. She always asks her son, who does not resist kindergarten.

Is it because of the transfer?

Thinking of this possibility, her expression was a little serious.

Xiaobao thought about it and then said, "Mommy, I want to spend more time with mommy at home." He thinks it's better to stay at home with mommy. In the new kindergarten, I don't know if the children are easy to get along with. Will they like him?

"Well, we won't go to kindergarten today!" Bai Qiulian said along with his mind, "however, what should Xiaobao do if he doesn't go to the kindergarten?"

"Xiao Bao helps his mother draw pictures!" Xiaobao looks at her like a little painter.

Bai Qiulian chuckled, and then nodded. It's good to come to parent-child painting.

Thinking of this, she took him to the study, took the painting tools and brushes, and then let him doodle there by himself.

She came to the desk, opened the design drawing, looked at the white page on it, and her inspiration burst out little by little.

Soon, the first fashionable dress was formed. However, she frowned when she looked at it. What Ms. Li wanted was a light familiar girl style. Now, the fashion of her painting is suitable for a little girl in her twenties, but it is not suitable for a familiar girl like Ms. Li.

She quickly tore the paper off, then put her hands on the desk, caressed the bangs, and began to fall into her own thoughts.

Suddenly, Xiaobao jumped down from the stool and picked up the work she had just crumpled into a ball. He frowned and looked at it. Then he took the brush and began to doodle on it.

After Bai Qiulian recovered from her meditation, she found that Xiaobao didn't sit on the stool. She looked around for a while, but she was stunned by what she saw. Her son even painted her waste manuscript into a picture. Most importantly, when she saw the picture, her mind was constantly filled with spiritual feelings, and her pen Feng also painted it on the paper.

Well, the style of light mature women should be simple and elegant, not too complicated or too simple. It should be well handled. The neckline should not be too fancy, but a little lace should be added, and the hem of the skirt should have a sense of hierarchy. Well, the waist design can also add a bright button and so on. With this in mind, the work will soon take shape.

She looked at the first work finally completed, and finally showed a smile.