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

"Mom, do you look tired?" Zhuo Ziyang looked down at Qin Yaran from the handrail on the second floor.

"No, and, Yangyang, don't get stuck on the handrail like that, it's dangerous, come down and talk." Qin Yaran looked up at the little guy who stuck his body on the handrail on the second floor again.

"." Zhuo Ziyang's body seemed to be really stuck and unable to move.

"Why are you still there? Didn't you tell me to come down?" Qin Yaran went back to the kitchen to wash the fruit and came out, seeing Zhuo Ziyang still on it.

"Mom, I seem to be really stuck." Zhuo Ziyang looked at Qin Yaran aggrievedly, kept moving his body, but he just couldn't get out.

"My God, don't move around! Mom, go up now!" Seeing this, Qin Yaran hurried upstairs.

"Take a deep breath, Mom will see if I can get you out, endure the pain." Qin Yaran pulled Zhuo Ziyang while breaking the armrest.

"No! Mom is in pain!" Zhuo Ziyang shouted.

"Madam, young master, what are you doing?" Uncle Liang, the housekeeper, saw that Zhuo Ziyang and Qin Yaran were at the armrest.

"Uncle Liang, Yang Yang is stuck and can't get out." Qin Yaran looked anxiously at Mr. Butler.

"Oh, wait for Madam, please don't touch the young master." Uncle Liang came up and walked to the side of the handrail, turning the small pillar of the handrail.

It turns out that the pillars can be rotated and pulled out from each other.
"Little naughty ghost! If you can't pull it out, you can live here." Qin Yaran looked at Zhuo Ziyang angrily.

"I'm sorry, Mom." Zhuo Ziyang lowered his head knowing he was wrong.

"Actually, this handrail was set up in fear of such a situation, but you still have to pay attention to safety, young master." Uncle Liang put the pillar back and said gently.

"Thank you, Uncle Liang." Qin Yaran finally let go of her hanging heart.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Liang." Zhuo Ziyang stood still holding the hem of his clothes.

"You can't do this again next time." Qin Yaran hugged Zhuo Ziyang in her arms.

"No more." Zhuo Ziyang leaned against Qin Yaran.

Uncle Liang felt very happy watching this scene, and it turned out to be mother and son.

"Master, it's all right." Uncle Liang went downstairs and said to Zhuo Yichen who was standing in the corner.

"Well, go get busy." Zhuo Yichen put his hands in his trouser pockets, quietly leaning against the wall and watching what just happened upstairs, feeling very warm in his heart.

"Mom still has things to do, you play by yourself, don't do threatening things, you know?" Qin Yaran wanted to teach Zhuo Ziyang a lesson, but A Yuan called.

"Boss, what do you want me to post on the computer?" A Yuan looked at the various folders on the computer and forgot for a while.

"Did you see the folder of Initial? Send me the information inside." Qin Yaran returned to the room and sat at the table, looking at the manuscript that she was about to take to participate in Yiyi Song.

"Initial? Oh, I saw it, and I'm sending it to you now."

"Are you sure this is the information in the Initial folder?" Qin Yaran opened it and found that there was nothing in it, with a anxious expression on her face.

"Yes." A Yuan withdrew and looked at the name of the folder seriously.

"Impossible! You wait for me in the office, I'll go over now." Qin Yaran couldn't believe that this folder didn't have his first draft for the competition, it was clearly inside.

"Mom, where are you going?" Zhuo Ziyang saw Qin Yaran's expression was not good in the living room and ran out in a hurry.

"Mom has something to do, Yang Yang obediently listens to Dad at home." Qin Yaran walked away without looking back.

Zhuo Yichen frowned and looked at Qin Yaran's hurried look.

"Really?" Qin Yaran rushed to the office, panting out of breath.

"Boss, don't worry, I don't dare to touch other files, but there is nothing in that file." A Yuan gave up her seat to Qin Yaran, and went out to pour water.

"Have you found it?" A Yuan put the water beside Qin Yaran.

"No, I remember it was put in this file." Qin Yaran bit her finger and stared at the screen, searching folders one by one.

"Boss, drink some water first." A Yuan sat beside Qin Yaran with a chair.

after awhile.

"I found it! How could it be in this folder." Qin Yaran finally found the first draft.

"I found it! Just find it if you find it. Boss, your files should be sorted. Make a copy and go home. I also have a very strange feeling that it's not safe." A Yuan looked nervously.

"Okay." Qin Yaran took out the USB flash drive and copied all the files into it.

"Thank you for your hard work, A Yuan, you still have to help me with things at night." Qin Yaran looked at A Yuan and smiled, looking a little tired.

"What's the matter? The day after tomorrow is the deadline. Boss, are you ready? If you can sign Yi Yi, a big singer, how much money will it cost?" A Yuan looked at the ceiling and thought.

"Okay, okay, go back, I'll see you off." Qin Yaran pulled A Yuan up and left the office.

"By the way, you can arrange to install a camera in the studio in the next two days." Qin Yaran looked around the studio.

"Good boss."

After finding the first draft, Qin Yaran finally relaxed, and there was a little tiredness between her brows and eyes.

"Say." Zhuo Yichen stood in front of the French window at home and made a phone call.

"There is no news about what happened in Yaran's studio two days ago. There is no camera in the studio, so it is still impossible to determine where the smoke bombs came from."

"Keep following closely." Zhuo Yichen rubbed his temples.

"Okay Mr. Zhuo, and the deadline for Yiyi's studio is the day after tomorrow. Everything is going well with Ms. Qin. I have investigated it privately. There are still many talented people participating this time, but Their creative styles are roughly similar, and Miss Qin can stand out if there are no accidents." Amy looked at the information collected on the tablet and reported to Zhuo Yichen one by one.

"Well, I see." Zhuo Yichen's frowning brows slowly relaxed a little.

"Does President Zhuo have any orders?" Amy asked.

"No, pay more attention to this event." Zhuo Yichen hung up the phone, looked at his watch, it was almost twelve o'clock, and Qin Yaran hadn't come back yet.

"Father, why hasn't mom come back yet?" Zhuo Ziyang rubbed his eyes and walked down the stairs with a pillow in his arms.

Zhuo Yichen went out and hugged Zhuo Ziyang, just as Qin Yaran came back.

"Yichen, Yangyang? Are you still asleep?" Qin Yaran saw Zhuo Yichen holding Zhuo Ziyang in his arms, and Zhuo Ziyang hugged the pillow with sleepy eyes.

"Mom, why did you come back?" Zhuo Ziyang's sleepy voice became even more childish.

"Mom just finished her work." Qin Yaran approached Zhuo Yichen and looked at Zhuo Ziyang.

Zhuo Yichen saw that Qin Yaran's expression was much happier, he was not as anxious as when he just went out, and his heart calmed down.

"Rest early." Zhuo Yichen hugged Zhuo Ziyang and prepared to go upstairs.

"Okay, got it, I'll take Yang Yang to sleep, you go to rest." Qin Yaran hugged Zhuo Ziyang in Zhuo Yichen's arms.

"Good night, mom, good night, dad." Zhuo Ziyang lay on Qin Yaran, rubbing his eyes and looking at Zhuo Yichen.

"Yangyang, good night." Qin Yaran gently stroked Zhuo Ziyang's head.