Take a good cub to set up a daughter-in-law

"Mom! Here you are, the invitation letter! It's my birthday this Saturday, you must come! Also, thank you today! Bye!" After speaking, the little guy jumped out of the car and happily walked to the school .

Qin Yaran opened the drawing paper, and there was a sketch of her side face while driving and a passage inviting herself to Zhuo Ziyang's birthday party on it.

Qin Yaran showed a happy smile, feeling very warm at this moment.

If Zhuo Ziyang is really his son, he must be very happy.

Sensible, lively and smart.

After sending Zhuo Ziyang to school and returning the car to the neighbor, it was time to go to work.

As soon as Qin Yaran sat down and opened the file, the little assistant knocked on the door and came in, telling Qin Yaran to go to a meeting.

This meeting is an ordinary meeting held by Zhuo Yichen for senior personnel, to briefly explain the company's management model.

Although it was an ordinary meeting, Qin Yaran was absent-minded from the beginning to the end of the meeting.

"The above is the content of my meeting today, convey it well, and adjourn the meeting."

"Qin Yaran stay here." Zhuo Yichen tidied up the documents on the table, his expression was a little serious, and the serious expression made people fascinated by his handsome facial features.

"Qin Yaran doesn't know what's wrong, she's been distracted during the meeting."

"It's only been a few days since I have my own studio? Are you so arrogant?"

"Hmph, I'm staying here, just wait to be scolded."

Qin Yaran also knew that what she just did was wrong, she scratched her head and pretended to pack her things.

But Zhuo Yichen didn't speak.

"Mr. Zhuo." Qin Yaran couldn't take it anymore, the atmosphere was very awkward, so she had to speak first.

Slowly raised his head, peeking at himself, like a frightened little rabbit.

"Don't be distracted in the next meeting." Zhuo Yichen stood up and walked to Qin Yaran's side.

He lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear. "Thank you for sending Yangyang to school."

After speaking, he left the conference room.

"Bang bang bang—"

Qin Yaran swallowed her saliva, feeling a little subtle, and her heart beat faster.

After returning to his office, he took the folder and patted himself on the head.

How long have you been working!There is no professionalism at all!My mind was distracted during the meeting!Thinking about what gift to give that little kid, really, what is this.

Qin Yaran's expression was extremely complicated.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, forget and forget." Picking up the invitation letter drawn by Zhuo Ziyang on the table, put it in the bag.

She herself didn't expect that she would pay so much attention to a child who was a complete stranger to her before. She seemed to care especially about Zhuo Ziyang and Zhuo Yichen.

It feels weird.

After get off work, the little assistant asked Qin Yaran who Zhuo Yichen's woman was outside.

"What does other people's family affairs have to do with me?" Qin Yaran was a little angry when she heard it, and she didn't know why she was angry.

"Miss Qin, aren't you curious?" The little assistant followed Qin Yaran with her bag in her arms, with an expression that I really wanted to share this gossip with you.

"I'm not curious, it's already off work, so go home quickly." Qin Yaran pushed the little assistant away, meaning to let her go home quickly.

"Then tell me when you're curious, and I'll share it with you." The little assistant was a bit wicked, but there was nothing the boss could do if he spoke.

"Go home." Qin Yaran pretended to be a little helpless and waved to the assistant.

He is obviously very curious, but he has to pretend not to be curious all the time. The rhythm of life is disrupted by Zhuo Yichen, the father and son, and the more he thinks about it, the more irritable he feels.

Maybe Zhuo Ziyang's birthday will pass before he pays so much attention to the father and son.

Qin Yaran was shopping in the commercial street by herself, Zhuo Ziyang's birthday was tomorrow, looking at the dazzling array of goods, she really didn't know what gift to give.

What would a little boy like to design these days?I really can't figure it out.

At this moment, Mu Hanxuan called.

"Ya Ran, where are you?"

"Commercial street, what's the matter?" Qin Yaran sat on a chair, looking at the shops with people coming and going.

"Do you want to buy something? Nope, I just want to ask you to go hiking this Saturday. Are you free?" Mu Hanxuan slumped on the sofa at home.

"No time, Zhuo Ziyang, that is the gifted child I told you about. His birthday is on Saturday. I promised to help him celebrate. By the way, do you have any gift recommendations?" Qin Yaran looked through the glass while talking. Looking at the cake shop in front of me.

"." Mu Hanxuan's heart was complicated. Isn't Zhuo Ziyang the son of Zhuo Yichen? What exactly do they want to do?
"Mu Xuan?"

"What does his birthday matter to you?"

"Mu Xuan, what are you talking about, it's fine if you don't recommend gifts to me, I think for myself." Qin Yaran hung up the phone, feeling that Mu Hanxuan was very strange.

Mu Hanxuan, who was paralyzed on the sofa, sat up straight in an instant, supported his forehead, realized that he was wrong, and immediately sent Qin Yaran a WeChat message.

"Ding dong—"

Qin Yaran sent a WeChat message and received a message from Mu Hanxuan.

“Gifts made by yourself are more expressive.”

Hmph, this kid.

"Ding dong—"

Another message.

"He also said that when I go back to China to have dinner together, I won't see you, Miss Qin, asking me out."

"I'll have an appointment with you soon, thank you for your suggestion Hanxuan."

Although Mu Hanxuan didn't like Zhuo Yichen and the others, it was Qin Yaran's question to him anyway, so he had no choice but to make a suggestion.

Qin Yaran held her mobile phone and wondered, what gift should she make?But his eyes never left the cake shop.

Suddenly inspiration came!

"Just bake the cake and let them taste my skills." Qin Yaran smiled triumphantly.

It can be said that Qin Yaran has mastered all the life skills in the past seven years. There is nothing she Qin Yaran can't learn, but due to the busy work, the life skills learned are not useful, so let's take this small opportunity to show it well what I have learned.

Saturday night finally arrived, and Qin Yaran came to Zhuo Yichen's home with the cake she baked and the handmade airplane she made.

"Ding dong—"

"Mom!" After opening the door, a little boy in a small suit and with a handsome hairstyle ran out and hugged Qin Yaran tightly.

"Yangyang, happy birthday!" Qin Yaran was captured by Zhuo Ziyang's enthusiasm, soft voice, delicate face, handsome hairstyle and dress, a bit like Zhuo Yichen, but a bit not.

"Miss Qin, come in quickly." Mr. Butler bowed behind Zhuo Ziyang and asked Qin Yaran to enter.

"Mr. Butler, this is the cake I baked for Yang Yang, Yang Yang, this is your gift." Qin Yaran handed the cake to Mr. Butler, and the box containing the plane to Zhuo Ziyang.

"Thank you, Miss Qin."

"Thank you mom! Come in quickly!" Zhuo Ziyang took Qin Yaran's hand and led her into the room.