Scheming Billionaire's Cute Wife

His breath was tickling in her ears.

"Don't talk in my ear, uncle. It's too close." An xiaonuan whispered.

"That's the itch." With that, yemingjue immediately gave her a kiss in the ear.

The sudden touch made her body shake subconsciously.

"Honey, you have to be reserved. Don't react so much." Yemingjue's tone was full of ridicule.

An xiaonuan didn't want to say anything. She ran to her office in broad daylight. She had the face to say that she was not reserved. It was eye opening.

"Who is not reserved, you start for me." An xiaonuan's tone was full of anger.

Night Ming Jue didn't put her meaning, Ann small warm struggle, but it is no effect.

"Let go, or I'll kick you." An xiaonuan is very dissatisfied with the threat.

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

"Uncle, it's almost done. It's in the office. If someone comes to me and sees that we are tired of working here, even if they don't say anything on the surface, they will make fun of us on the back." An xiaonuan said very seriously.

Yemingjue doesn't think so. What's the matter with the office and working hours? He hugs his wife. It's not a shameful thing. What's the matter to make fun of.

If you make fun of it, it only means that the person is envious.

"Don't worry, no one will come here for ten and a half days. Even if they come, they will leave when they see me." Said Ye mingjue.

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

Well, good. Xuanmei needs such talents very much.

"No nonsense, not here." An xiaonuan said firmly.

Seeing how funny she was, yemingjue finally let go of her, and then said with a bad smile: "Nuan Nuan, you really can't stand the joke. Am I such a person with no sense of propriety?"

You are, too is, take advantage of noon sleep time secretly into her office behind the small bedroom, to her all kinds of good times can be many.

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

an xiaonuan wanted to answer yes, but he said against his will: "uncle has always been proper."

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

Well, he's a man who can't afford to boast. He'd better wait until he gets home in the evening to think about how to deal with her.

After staring at her for a moment, yemingjue left an xiaonuan's office.

An xiaonuan pats his head. It's dangerous. Fortunately, he is smart enough. OK, the danger is relieved and he continues to work.

When she came home in the evening, yeziyan sat in the living room drawing, but instead of using paper, she kept drawing on her white skirt with a watercolor pen.

An xiaonuan couldn't help laughing when she saw her actions. Children are really the most imaginative and often give a blow to adults with fixed thinking.

She can't help but be thankful that she didn't send Ziyan to the training class, otherwise Ziyan might not be so cute now.

This afternoon, she was still thinking about how to get the patterns on the cloth, apart from printing and dyeing and embroidery. That's it. This method of painting is very innovative.

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

"Xiao Nuan, what can I do for you?"

An xiaonuan said quickly: "I just had a more fanciful idea. I want you to refer to the feasibility. If we don't need to print the fabrics of our new autumn clothes, how about painting them with a pen and dye?"

"Are you serious? Will it not fade without special treatment? " Ji Qing asked in surprise.

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

"Let's think about the problem of color fading later. I just want to ask if the method of drawing patterns on clothes by hand is acceptable." An xiaonuan asked seriously.

"It's really good to draw ancient style pictures as decorative patterns for national style clothes. Of course, there is a premise that the color can't fade after washing. Although our clothes are high-end, they are not disposable products, so this must be guaranteed. " Ji Qing went back very seriously.

"Well, as long as it's feasible, we'll consider solving the problem of color fading next. Well, anyway, it's not urgent. Let's talk about it later. Goodbye. " Ann, warm way.

"Wait a minute, where do you get this strange brain hole?" Jiqing is very good.

"If we want to make some innovations, it's not easy for us to start. We have to have something attractive. As for the source of brain holes, it's very simple. My son, Princess Yan, is using a watercolor pen to curse her white skirt." An xiaonuan said with a smile.So it's useful to have children. Maybe when they are mischievous, they suddenly make the adults at home feel something.

"What a wonderful little princess. Goodbye." Ji Qing quickly hung up.

After an xiaonuan made the phone call, dinner was ready. An xiaonuan went to her daughter and said, "OK, our future little painter, eat first and then draw."

"Mom, do I draw well?" Yeziyan raised his head and asked seriously.

Although Ziyan is still small, his talent of painting is really outstanding. Although there is no composition in his painting, at least it doesn't look ugly.

"Good looking, you draw very well, but next time remember to draw on paper, skirt is not the place to draw." An xiaonuan said with a smile that children need encouragement. Even if her painting destroys her skirt, an xiaonuan will not blame her for it, but persuade her.

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

Well, ghost fairy girl, she really convinced her.

Night smoke put pen, Ann small warm took her to wash hands, and then go to the restaurant to eat.

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

"Uncle, we Ziyan like painting so much. How about turning her into a painter?" Ann asked.

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

"Warm, let's talk about that. The child is still young. It's too early for us to plan her career." Yemingjue said very seriously.

Yeah, it's just a little over two years old. I don't know if I like it in the future. Girls in their family will definitely choose their careers according to their own preferences.