Invalid refusal to marry: the young wife downstairs is hard to serve

The two chatted casually, and Qiao Yiqiao was already lying on the bed and breathing evenly. Zhan Heyan could only shake his head helplessly, put down the phone, worried that the sound of hanging up the video would wake her up, and took the phone to the room Under the quilt.

The next day, Qiao Yiqiao had a good night's sleep. When she woke up, she saw the crooked mobile phone, and she put it on the little raccoon in a special gesture. She wanted to open it, but it didn't seem to respond.

She pursed her lips and smiled softly.

After eating, Qiao Yiqiao stretched her waist and leaned on the balcony to bask in the sun every day. He heard from the nutritionist that it can promote calcium absorption.

"You just need to bask in the sun. It looks like you didn't sleep well yesterday. Let's sleep well at noon today."

When Koizumi's voice came from behind, Qiao Yiqiao suddenly turned around, as if he hadn't seen Koizumi for many days.

Now Koizumi's belly is bigger, and his face looks much ruddy. Behind him is a middle-aged woman, who should be Gu Feng's aunt. She looks very simple, her eyes are not wandering, and she looks very calm.

"It's almost time for you. I've been suffocating for the past two days. I really don't know what to do. Tell me what I can do now. Without a mobile phone or a computer, I'm almost useless. gone."

Qiao Yiqiao frowned, and waved her hand to signal her to come over quickly, and waved to the kitchen by the way, asking them to prepare some snacks, complaining.

This is the normal state of pregnant women. They have nothing to do, so they can only sleep, eat, and sleep. I can't go, no, I can only lie down at home and count the stars.

Fortunately, she can still enter the kitchen, so she can study some new dishes when she has nothing to do.

"Why don't we go to study some new dishes, I only have this hobby, but now I'm too heavy, I can't go anymore."

She was born in two months, but her body seemed to be overwhelmed. She had to catch her breath after walking two steps. She almost wanted to drive here just now. The more she grew up, the more lazy she became.

dishes?

After thinking too much, she still didn't delay the life in the kitchen.

Seeing that she was unwilling, Koizumi turned his brain and thought of a small idea.

"You can draw, you can draw all the things you see with a pen, so that you can read it when the young master grows up, or, um, you can also try to make something for the young master, um , It’s like small clothes, you can only buy them now, imagine that after a while, if your child really wears the clothes you made by yourself, then you will definitely be very happy in your heart.”

Qiao Yiqiao became interested when he said this, but he hesitated when he was about to agree, and said slowly after a long time: "But I don't know how to do it. If it's not very good, will I It will hurt children."

She doesn't even know how to grasp the needle, if the stitches are too sharp and hurt the child, it's better to keep this joy in her heart and not bring it out to harm others.

"What are you worried about?" Koizumi was relieved to hear her say that, and waved his hand calmly: "Let me teach you, you don't even need a sewing machine for children's clothes, we will come here with our hands, and when you are done, go outside , I’ll teach you how to make a lining. It’s very simple. You can learn it once you learn it. I have nothing to do during this time. Gu Feng won’t let me into the kitchen after five months. I’ve been making clothes for kids.”

Hearing what she said, Qiao Yiqiao nodded in a daze. Is she going to make clothes for her children?

This busy work is one morning. At first, Qiao Yiqiao didn't dare to do it at all, especially when she saw such a big piece of cloth, she was afraid that the clothes would be gone if she cut the scissors. After all, she didn't want her children to wear mended clothes. .

However, seeing Koizumi's eloquent words and telling her how much a newborn child needs, she gradually gained confidence, and she cut a piece of white material in two or three strokes.

According to Koizumi's step-by-step instructions, Qiao Yiqiao could poke her hands from the beginning, and slowly got started. After two hours, she was able to make a piece of clothing proficiently and accurately.

"Ah! It's finally done. Look at what I did, isn't it good?" Finally, Qiao Yiqiao raised his head and barely sat up straight, rubbed his eyes, and waved the small clothes the size of a palm in his hands. A little more uncertain: "Can such a small thing be worn? Isn't a child born quite big?"

She had seen children, thinking that she cast her eyes on Koizumi, as if accusing Koizumi of lying to her.

Koizumi smiled when he saw her like this, and then took out the clothes in her hand to gesture, and pointed to a small floral dress that he was about to finish: "You just saw the way she put it on, but they actually wore it." The clothes are really small, which is the size of two palms. If you don’t believe me, we can ask a doctor. Your clothes must be a little big. I will tell you how to add a lining to the inside later, so that the child is about two years old. You can still wear it in three months."

After being reminded by her like this, Qiao Yiqiao just remembered that the small clothes she bought seemed to be only this big, and she immediately lowered her head shyly.

The two of them made changes while making two. After finishing two, Qiao Yiqiao had a sudden idea and pointed to the clothes: "This one is pure white. I want to print some flowers on it. What do you think?"

printing?

Koizumi thought for a while, it seems that the Zhan Group does not have a garment factory, but if the young lady makes a request, the young master probably won't refuse, right?
"Okay, you can draw it yourself, or you can print it directly on a piece of fabric, then cut it all neatly, and stick it on the clothes. The paint is not very good for children's skin."

And she remembered that the young master only wore cotton clothes, maybe the child's skin was delicate and could not get any impurities.

The two were discussing and doing it. When Mrs. Song was pulled in by Xiao Guoer, what she saw was that the two of them were scribbling on a piece of paper with their heads tilted.

"Why do you look like a garbage dump here? What are you buying so much cloth for?"

Not to mention when she first entered the door, she was almost frightened, the ground was full of small broken steps, messy, and the place within [-] centimeters around the two of them was covered with cloth crumbs, it looked like she just rubbed in those waste piles. Almost back together.

Hearing the sound, Qiao Yiqiao didn't even raise his head, and the movements of his subordinates didn't stop. He greeted perfunctorily: "Sit whatever you want, I have a little left here, and I need your help later."

She remembered that Mrs. Song seemed to have a brand of clothes under her command, so there should be a place where she could make clothes.

Mrs. Song is fine, but Xiao Guoer couldn't sit still anymore, she broke free from her mother's hand, and ran to Qiao Yiqiao's side, only then did she see clearly what the rag-like thing she was holding in her hand, she felt sore, and grumbled He whispered, "I want that too."

"I'll make it for you tomorrow, and you all have it. After you're done, ask your mother to print it all for us, so that we can wear it beautifully."

The following words, Qiao Yiqiao's words were particularly lacklustre, and his eyes moved to Xiao Guo'er unnaturally, with a little uncertainty: "Do you want to wear it?"

As a loyal fan, Xiao Guoer is naturally very supportive. Just now, she thought that her godmother would ignore and love herself after she had her own child. Now she knows that clothes have their own share, regardless of whether they look good or not , Can you wear it out, just nod first, she wants to have what others have!

Mrs. Song frowned when she heard the small deal between the two of them. She was really a playful age, but this little dress still looked quite attractive.

"If you make your own tricks, can you show me first?"

If possible, they can cooperate and launch children's clothing. Nowadays, children like cartoon characters, which coincide with Qiao Yiqiao's comics.

The people under her just said two days ago whether to launch children's clothing and parent-child clothing, but she is still hesitating. Now if there is such a big touch as Qiao Yiqiao, is there still a concern that there will be no market?

"Okay." Qiao Yiqiao didn't notice the meaning of her words, but thought she was curious, and handed the already drawn pattern to Xiao Guoer for her to take it, looked down at the paper at hand, and continued to say : "It's the first time I drew just now. It may not be very good. It will be better in two days. What does our little Guoer like, I will draw it for you in two days, okay?"

Xiao Guoer became a small courier and ran back again. There was floor heating and the ground was not cold, so she simply went straight to the ground, her expression was focused and satisfied, the corners of her mouth curled into a cute arc, and her eyes followed Qiao. Joe moved his hand slowly.

Throughout the day, Qiao Yiqiao has completed three small clothes independently from the beginning of listening to theoretical knowledge. She is really satisfied in her heart, but her eyes are a little sour.

"What are you looking at so engrossed in?" The two pregnant women were not hungry. After finishing the cloths in hand, they took Xiao Guoer to the dining table.

Qiao Yiqiao looked at Mrs. Song frowning slightly, thinking that something happened to her.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Song really started to say: "I do have something to do. Just now, after seeing your paintings, I think we can cooperate."

Cooperation again?

Qiao Yiqiao reacted and thought she wanted to cooperate in comics, she shook her head immediately: "No, I have already decided that no more comics will be published for at least two years, wait until the child is older, I don't have time. "

She had already planned to terminate the contract with the company. Without the constraints of Hogars, she could do whatever she wanted, and no one could force herself to do so, so the one-year vacation became two years.

"No!" Mrs. Song shook her head and pointed to the painting she took out just now: "I'm talking about this. I have a piece under my name that is dedicated to making clothes, but I have encountered a bottleneck recently. I saw your painting just now. I was just thinking, can we launch a series of cartoon children's clothing, if we can make some parent-child clothing, believe me, my company is all limited edition, so I won't squeeze you, you only need to come up with ideas, and mine We will be responsible for the rest, and we will split the profits in half, how about that?"