Yunan

It was past one o'clock when Qiao Anan returned home after eating and drinking, and Zhang Yixing was still waiting for her to come back.

"I'm home."

"Well." Joan Ann changed a pair of shoes at the door, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"You didn't come back, I don't worry." Zhang Yixing went into the kitchen, "Would you like milk?"

"Drink." Joan Ann sat for a while and drank a glass of milk, "Go to sleep first, and I will fight for a while."

"Then pay attention to the time and go to bed early."

"it is good."

Then, Qiao Anan went into the production room and continued to struggle with the fabric and the sewing machine.

This struggle doesn't matter, I don't think I have much work left, so let's finish it all at once, and it's twelve o'clock at noon.

When Zhang Yixing got up in the morning to do morning exercises, she would do them again.

After returning from morning exercise, she would do it again while having breakfast.

When Zhang Yixing came back from rehearsal at noon, she would do it again.

When Zhang Yixing was ready for lunch, she came out of the production room.

"It smells so good." Qiao Anan rubbed her hungry stomach, "I'm starving to death."

"Hurry up and wash your hands and eat."

"Okay." Joan Ann responded and went to wash her hands.

As for work, let alone anyone, that Zhang Yixing is even crazier than Qiao An'an at work.

After lunch, Qiao Anan fell asleep, and Zhang Yixing went to the practice room to practice the latest dance in the afternoon.

In Sanqing Garden, because today is the eighth team's small box sealing, everyone has arrived.

Everyone wondered why the captain's face was uglier than yesterday.

It's still not pleasing to the eyes of anyone, and whoever is caught checks whoever's homework.

Didn't this mean that uncle doesn't have a boyfriend?

Captain, what's the matter?

Anyway, at this time, no one dared to approach except Yang Jiulang.

"Jiao'er, what's wrong with you, what is this?" Yang Jiulang found Zhang Yunlei in the lounge.

Look inside the ashtray again, there are already a lot of cigarette butts.

"Jiao'er, the doctor said you can't smoke." Yang Jiulang couldn't help but want to say something.

"Light on, no smoking." Zhang Yunlei half leaned on the sofa, "I'm fine, but I'm in a bad mood, and I don't like anyone."

Zhang Yunlei didn't want to say anything, and Yang Jiulang didn't ask any more.

If he doesn't want to say it, he won't say it again.

When Qiao Anan woke up, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, took a shower, and then made a phone call.

"When will you come back?"

At this time, Zhang Yixing was having dinner with the people who were going to perform the Spring Festival Gala together.

"I don't know yet, are you going out to eat or I'll bring you back?"

Joan Ann thought for a while: "I'll go out to eat, you don't have to wait for me when you come back at night, I don't know when I will come back."

"Okay, then you pay attention to safety."

After hanging up the phone, she still wore a dress, a long padded coat, a pair of white canvas shoes, and a bag that could hold a sketchbook, and went out.

I bought some small cakes near my home and drove to Sanqing Garden.

There is a bit of a traffic jam at this time. It was supposed to be half an hour's drive, but she only arrived in an hour.

I haven't been to Sanqing Garden for a long time. I was afraid that someone would stop me. I originally wanted Zhang Yunlei to come out to pick him up, but after thinking about it, it is not very convenient for him to move now.

So I called Yang Jiulang and asked him to come out and answer.

"Uncle Master." Yang Jiulang took the things in her hand, "Why are you here so late?"

"Qilin said, you guys are sealing the box today, I'll come over and take a look, and I'll measure you guys by the way." Followed Yang Jiulang to the backstage, "Where's Yunlei?"

"In the lounge over there, Jiao'er is not in a good mood recently." Yang Jiulang said and pointed to the lounge over there.

Joan Ann smiled, and passed by with a small cake. When the door was opened, it was filled with smoke.

"Ahem...Are you going to smoke yourself to death?" Glancing at the ashtray on the table, "The doctor won't let you smoke anymore, and you still smoke so much."

"I didn't smoke, I lit it." Zhang Yunlei was still smoking before, but since Qiao Anan scolded him on the phone, he quit smoking.

In fact, Qiao Anan once chatted and said that he would never look for a smoker when looking for a boyfriend in the future, so he quit smoking.

When you are in a bad mood, just light it like this and don't smoke.

"I brought you a strawberry-flavored cake." Joan Ann put the cake on the table and sat down next to him, "In a bad mood?"

"Yes." Zhang Yunlei admitted very generously.

Qiao Anan didn't know that when Zhang Yixing came to pick her up that day, Meng Hetang took a photo and posted it in the group.

Naturally, she didn't know that Zhang Yunlei was in a bad mood because of her.

"Then I'll do a magic trick for my little brother." The magic she was talking about was hand shadow dancing.

When Zhang Yunlei was in a bad mood before, Qiao Anan used this to make him laugh.

"Little brother, little brother, are you in a bad mood?" It was a little girl with a very cute voice.

"Yes." He used a thicker voice, representing a little boy.

"Then why is little brother unhappy?" the little girl asked.

The little boy replied, "Well... I'm afraid."

"Don't be afraid, little brother, I will always be with you."

Qiao Anan knew that he had been afraid ever since he fell off the platform and was able to survive.

Fear that I will never be able to take the stage again.

Zhang Yunlei's dark face got a little better, and the corners of his mouth curved a little.

Joan Ann saw him in a better mood: "The little brother ate the cake, and we are on stage."

"Are you on stage?" Zhang Yunlei heard what Guo Qilin said, and she had a cross talk with Guo Qilin yesterday.

"I..." Qiao Anan thought for a while, and looked at Zhang Yunlei very seriously, "I want to tell you something in the best state." This sentence seemed to give Zhang Yunlei a reassurance, her sentence In other words, she wants to be on stage, but she's not ready yet.

"I'm waiting for you."

Yang Jiulang, who was eavesdropping outside the door, felt that his character's mood should be much better when he heard this.

It's not considered eavesdropping. When I came to call him on stage, I happened to hear the conversation between the two.

Feeling that the atmosphere was almost over, I could go in, so I pushed the door open: "Jiaoer, we are ready to go on stage."

"Let's go then." Qiao Anan stretched out her hand, "Come on, Master Uncle will help you."

Zhang Yunlei was not polite, so he went on board: "Uncle Lao is here."

After watching the two of them come to the stage, Joan Ann took out the sketchbook and ruler and began to measure the others.

"Uncle, you are amazing."

"That's right, the captain's mood immediately improved as soon as the uncle came out."

"Uncle, how did you do it?"

"Teach us."

Qiao Anan kept his subordinates and looked at the few people around him: "You guys are talking about me, I haven't been talking about it for hundreds of years."

While Zhang Yunlei and Yang Jiulang were resting, they also took their measurements.

Qiao Anan waited for them to finish while tidying up, and went to dinner together.

"Uncle, this cake is delicious."

"Uncle, I heard from Team Seven that the box sealing is over and you are going to have a party."

"Uncle, can we go?"

"I want to go too."

"Me too."

"I want to go too."

"Okay, if you are still in Beijing." Joan Ann agreed.

Zhang Yunlei came out of the fitting room after changing his clothes: "You are talking about group talk, why haven't you been so active on stage?"

"No, it's not that my uncle is here, so I'm happy." Yang Jiulang quickly explained that Zhang Yunlei was in a good mood very rarely, and he couldn't get any worse.

"Happy, today's supper is Yang Jiulang's treat." Although Zhang Yunlei may be in a better mood, but it depends on who, no one is pleasing to the eye.

"Huh, have supper."

"eat supper."

Qiao An'an glanced at Zhang Yunlei, then at Yang Jiulang who was crying: "Okay, don't cry, I'll treat you to supper. How about the food stall?"

"Okay, food stall."

"I went to eat food stalls."

"Big food stall."

Zhang Yunlei raised his hand and patted her on the head: "They will make you poor."

Joan Ann took his hand off his head and put it on his arm: "Let's go, Lafayette."

A group of people arrived in about 10 minutes by driving four cars, asked for a box, and a group of people ate and drank here.

"Uncle, what have you been doing these past few years without talking about cross talk?" Zhang Hefan might have been drinking a little too much and talking too much.

"Fashion design is mainly Hanfu." In the past few years, she found that Chinese clothing is more Korean-style, so after the establishment of the studio, the orders received are mainly to promote Chinese cultural traditions.

"Master, I've ordered a set, and I want to take it back as a gift to my wife." Yang Jiulang said.

"Okay, let her come to me sometime, and I'll measure her." Qiao Anan took out her mobile phone, edited a text, and sent it, "This is my home address, call me before you come."

"Okay, thank you uncle." Yang Jiulang read the address, "Oh, I remember that Zhou Jiuliang seems to live here."

"Zhou Jiuliang?" Qiao Anan said that he had lived for a month and had never seen him.

Dong Jiuli looked at her with a look of ignorance: "Why, Master Uncle doesn't know?"

Qiao Anan nodded: "I don't know, my work and rest time is different from ordinary people, so until now I don't even know who my neighbors are."

"You, just know how to get home."

Qiao Anan glanced at Zhang Yunlei helplessly: "Can you not tear down my desk."

Eating and chatting, seeing that it was getting late, they went back separately.

When Joan Ann arrived at the door of the house, she found a humanoid pet at the door.

Take a closer look, this pet looks familiar.

"Tianyu, why are you here?"

The giant pet named 'Tianyu' who was squatting on the ground immediately rushed up when she heard her voice, and the voice was crying: "An'an, I found you."

"What's wrong, this is?" Qiao Anan patted her on the back to comfort her, "Who bullied you?"

"I have no place to live, so you have to take me in." Han Tianyu wiped away tears, "My parents have traveled abroad, and they didn't give me the key, so I can't get in."

Han Tianyu is someone she met abroad and also a model in her studio.

Also because he likes traditional Chinese culture very much, he is now a well-known original ancient style singer.