Yunan

As we hit each other, we heard Yang Jiulang: "Yang Jiulang, what are you doing?"

Because he turned on the mic, so ah, he could hear very clearly.

"Our character is here, I'm going offline first."

"No, Yang Jiulang, come back to me." Qiao An'an expressed her unhappiness, "I'm going to lose my rank."

"Are you all afraid of Zhang Yunlei?" At the end of the game, Qiao Anan asked them.

None of the people present answered, nonsense, can you tell the truth?

To be honest, if Zhang Yunlei found out, he would have to check his homework every day.

The evening show ended at ten o'clock, so after packing up, it was 10:30.

"Uncle, let's go dancing together at night?" Qin Xiaoxian came over bouncing.

His partner, Sun Jiuxiang, slapped him on the head: "It's a good idea to take the uncle to dance."

"Banding is impossible, I want to make clothes for your master." Qiao Anan closed the sketchbook in his hand, "I will take you to a party after the big box is sealed."

"Having a party?" Several people with sharp ears heard it and gathered around, "We will also participate."

"Okay, if you are still in Beijing after the big sealing is over." After the big sealing is over, basically everyone will go home for the New Year, and there are not many people staying in Beijing.

'The peach leaves are pointed upwards. . . 'While chatting, Joan Ann's cell phone rang.

This little song, Zhang Yunlei sang it to her the first time after he arranged it, and sang it to her on the phone. She secretly recorded it and used it as her cell phone ringtone.

Until now, it has never been changed.

"Hey."

"I'm home, I'll pick you up for dinner, where are you now?"

"I'm in Tianqiao Theater, let me send you the location."

"it is good."

Hang up the phone and send a WeChat to locate her.

"Brother Yunlei?" He asked boldly, now that Zhang Yunlei is not here, it's okay to ask.

"No." Joan Ann admitted without hiding it at all.

Since the person who came to pick me up had a special status, he didn't say who it was.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, I called and said, it's here.

Say goodbye to the few people who haven't left yet, and leave.

The few gossips who didn't leave sneaked behind her.

"Look, there's a man coming down." Qin Xiaoxian.

"Look, look, hug, hug." This is Zhang Jiutai who has been brought up badly.

"Take a picture and send it to Zhang Yunlei." Meng Hetang has also learned badly now, but accidentally sent it to the group by mistake.

Then, the mobile phones of Qin Xiaoxian, Zhang Jiutai and others rang.

Meng Hetang: Look, our uncle is hugging a man.

Attached are the photos I just took.

Qin Xiaoxian didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement, so he replied: This man is so handsome.

Zhang Jiutai: Very handsome.

Zhou Jiuliang: Well, very handsome.

Then, a bunch of very gossipy people popped up.

Guo Qilin rushed to the front: Is this her boyfriend?

Shaobing: When did Master Uncle find a boyfriend?

Zhang Helun: Why does this back look so familiar?

Meng Hetang: Can your eyes see?

Yang Jiulang: I also look familiar.

Zhang Yunlei, who was at home, looked at this picture, his face turned dark. This group of people are so busy now, it seems that they need to talk to Master, and it's time to check their homework.

Of course, Joan Ann didn't know this.

She's having dinner with what everyone calls her 'boyfriend' right now.

"Delicious." Qiao An'an was struggling with Japanese food, because he was not familiar with Meng Hetang and the others, so he acted more mature.

Now the person in front of him is very familiar to him, no matter what happens in front of him, he will tolerate himself.

"Eat slowly, no one will grab you." The person opposite shook his head helplessly, "Is there enough food?"

"Do you think I'm a pig?" Qiao Anan was helpless, "By the way, why did you come back so suddenly this time?"

"Didn't I suddenly receive the notice of the rehearsal for the Spring Festival Gala, and I came back." The person opposite her was none other than Zhang Yixing, who worked very hard.

"You're in Beijing during this time?"

"Well, I can take you shopping and eating." Zhang Yixing looked at her with a smile, "I don't usually have much time to accompany you. During this time, I can spend more time with you."

"I'm busy. I'm going to make two coats these days, and I'm going to be an announcer." Qiao Anan was a little joking when she said that.

"An'an, you really don't plan to go on stage?" Zhang Yixing knew that when she was a child, she cried and fought desperately to learn cross talk from a teacher.

Because she was a folk art worker in her previous life, and she has learned everything except cross talk.

This is her only regret. Since she can live a new life, she should make up for this regret.

"It's been a long time since I've been on stage, and I'm unfamiliar." Qiao Anan made an official excuse.

Seeing that she didn't really want to talk about something, Zhang Yixing changed the topic: "How long do you plan to take for yourself?"

"The initial goal is three months." Qiao Anan stretched her waist, "The past few years have almost drained me, and I am going to look for inspiration and materials in these three months."

"Alright, it's time to rest." Seeing that she was full, Zhang Yixing said, "I'm full, let's go."

"it is good."

It's getting late, and Qiao An'an still needs to make a coat, so he won't go shopping. Guo Qilin has already sent the size according to Qiao An'an's request.

When he got home, Joan Ann spread out the fabric and started working.

Zhang Yixing was on the sidelines helping out, passing scissors and so on.

On the other side, Zhang Yunlei, who was at home by himself, was tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep, staring at the WeChat account with 'An'an' on his phone, in a daze.

In the end, I couldn't hold it back, and dialed a WeChat video.

Qiao An'an, who was struggling with the lab coat, saw Zhang Yunlei's call and answered it without hesitation.

"have not sleep yet?"

"Didn't you sleep either?"

"I'm making a coat." Qiao Anan kept talking to him.

"Ah."

When Zhang Yunlei was about to say something, a voice came from over there: "An'an, where do I sleep?"

This voice sounded very familiar to Zhang Yunlei.

"On the bed, of course, if you want to sleep on the floor, I have no problem."

Zhang Yixing walked over in his pajamas and slapped her on the head: "Youpi. Where's my quilt?"

"In the cabinet." Qiao Anan put down the ruler in her hand, feeling that she might not be able to have a good chat with him, so she said, "I'll hang up first." Then he hung up.

Zhang Yunlei didn't even have time to say good night.

Zhang Yunlei looked at the phone that had been hung up, did she really have a boyfriend?

On this side, Qiao Anan took out the quilt from the cabinet and complained: "You just haven't come home for a month, why can't you find anything."

"You have undergone a major renovation since you came back, and everything has been moved. Where can I find it?"

Since Qiao An'an came back a month ago, the suite has undergone a major renovation in order to create a production room.

Zhang Yixing's words reminded her, she suddenly remembered that her car was still parked near the Tianqiao Theater.

"My car is still parked near the Tianqiao Theater." Qiao Anan pouted and looked at Zhang Yixing.

The implication of her words is that you want to take me there, I don't want to take the subway.

"Got it, I'll take you there tomorrow." Growing up together, sometimes she knew what she meant when she raised her hand.

"Awesome." Joan Ann praised him, "I'm going to work."

Zhang Yixing went to bed, and Qiao Anan continued to struggle with the fabric.

This struggle lasted until five o'clock in the morning before I went to wash and sleep.

Zhang Yixing went to bed early and didn't get up until twelve noon to start cooking.

On the other side, Zhang Yunlei hadn't slept all night, and went to Sanqing Garden with low air pressure.

In the background, look at who is not pleasing to the eye.Catch that and start checking homework.

"Jiulang, what's the matter these days?" Dong Jiuli secretly asked.

"You don't know." This is Li Jiutian who passed by, "In that group, Brother Meng sent a photo, and the uncle is with another man." Sometimes this gossip is passed around and becomes a fact .

"really?"

"Of course it's fake." Yang Jiulang retorted, but well, he didn't know who that person was.

"What are you doing? We had a good chat." Zhang Yunlei stood at the door and looked at the three of them, "Come on, recite all the passages to me."

At this moment, the three of them shouted in their hearts: Uncle Shi, come quickly.

Qiao Anan woke up at two o'clock in the afternoon. Before leaving yesterday, she also told Meng Hetang that she will make coats for your master and godfather in the next few days, so she won't be here for a few days.

After a simple shower, I went to the living room after wiping my hair: "I'm hungry."

Zhang Yixing was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, and put down the score in his hand: "There is bread in the kitchen, you should make a mat first. I will take you out to eat in the evening."

"What about my car?"

"By the way, I'll take you to pick up the car."

Joan Ann went to the kitchen to get the bread, and took out her mobile phone while eating. She usually turned on mute when she was sleeping.

When did I join the group, the group name is Dou Fan and Ping Fan's Love and Killing.

This chat history is a mess.

Zhang Yixing looked at her still wet hair, went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer, and dried her hair.

"Look at you, if your hair is wet for a long time, you will get a headache."

Joan Ann smiled: "Isn't this yours, what shall we eat at night?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Well..." Joan Ann thought for a while, "Eat steak."

"Okay, then I'll book a private room."

After blowing his hair, Zhang Yixing went to book a private room, Qiao Anan saw that he still had time, and continued to struggle with the lab coat.

Backstage at the Tianqiao Theater, Guo Qilin came.

"Brother Meng, where's the uncle?"

"I'm making a coat for Master at home, and I won't be here for a few days." Meng Hetang replied truthfully.

Guo Qilin came today to inquire about the situation: "Who is that man?"

"I don't know." Meng Hetang replied truthfully, "I've never seen it before." Even the uncle, he had never seen it before.

As a result, there was no news.

Qiao Anan, who forgets the time when she is busy at home, is still struggling with the fabric.

"An'an, we're leaving." Zhang Yixing opened the door and came in, "Hurry up and change clothes."