The car drove out of the monitoring range, and suddenly a figure rushed out from the road. The driver braked hard, and Zhuang Mingyue leaned forward.

The driver, Uncle Wang, hurriedly asked, "Miss Mingyue, are you okay?"

Zhuang Mingyue raised her head, and she only saw a person with short hair reaching her shoulders, a black uniform, and a Shengshi Group work badge. Her eyes looked very shrewd and her appearance was not too ugly.

Zhuang Mingyue watched her running over and slapped the car window. She couldn't hear her voice in the soundproof car. Zhuang Mingyue lowered the window and didn't have time to ask her what happened.

I heard her say anxiously, "Miss Zhuang, can I borrow you for a few minutes? I have something urgent to tell you."

Driver Uncle Wang: "Miss Mingyue, sir, I asked you not to have contact with strangers."

Zhuang Mingyue hesitated: "What's your name?"

She: "My name is Su Xiaoxiao. You don't know me, but you must know my sister. Her name is Su Nuannuan."

Zhuang Mingyue: "Get in the car."

Driver: "Miss Mingyue..."

Zhuang Mingyue: "It doesn't matter, it will be fine in a while. Uncle Wang, please go down for a while."

Su Xiaoxiao got on the car from the other side.

On such a cold day, Zhuang Mingyue saw that she was sweating profusely and brought her a bottle of water from the side. She watched her run out of the building, but she didn't expect her to come to her. "Don't be anxious. Speak slowly."

"I'm sorry that I haven't seen her for such a long time. Is Nuannuan okay?"

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the exquisite woman in front of her, and was stunned for a moment. Her face, her hair... gave the first impression of being very noble.

She is really beautiful. Su Xiaoxiao has only seen her in photos of her cousin. Unexpectedly... she is more beautiful in person than in the photo.

Su Xiaoxiao quickly came to her senses, "Sister Mingyue, you will definitely go to my sister's birthday party, right?"

"Is this why you came to me?"

Su Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously, "Yes. My sister really needs you to be there."

After hearing what she said, Zhuang Mingyue felt something happened, "Did something happen to Nuannuan?"

Su Xiaoxiao told her with a solemn expression: "..."

But fifteen minutes later, Su Xiaoxiao left due to work matters.

Seeing Zhuang Mingyue's not very good expression, Uncle Wang asked worriedly: "Miss Mingyue, are you okay? If something happens, it's better to discuss it with Master Zhan."

Zhuang Mingyue: "It's okay, go back."

Returning to Nanyuan Villa, Zhuang Mingyue went back to the room and found the invitation, looking panicked. It turned out that... so many things had happened in the years since she had not come back.

Half an hour later, Wang Mei came upstairs with the sweet soup she had prepared. Seeing that no one was in the room, she found her in the studio holding a bowl.

"Emma, ​​why did I say that I couldn't find anyone? Miss, what are you doing?"

Zhuang Mingyue: "I'm going to draw a painting and give it to her as a birthday gift. It's such a good relationship! Is the eldest lady planning to go to some kind of birthday party?"

Wang Mei: "Isn't it too late? I remember it's the day after tomorrow."

Zhuang Mingyue: "It's okay, there's still time, it's almost time tomorrow."

This can be regarded as her repayment of what she promised Su Nuannuan four years ago.

Four years ago, she painted a painting for Jiang Ye.

After Su Nuannuan found out, she also asked her to pass.

But she has never been able to fulfill her promise.

The drawing she drew from memory was of Su Nuannuan four years ago...

"Miss, why don't you take a break and drink the soup first? It's almost cold."

Zhuang Mingyue said without raising her head: "Let it go first."

Seeing that she was painting seriously, Wang Mei stopped disturbing her and closed the door, leaving her a private space.

A few more hours later, when the servants had prepared the meal, and when Wang Mei went to call for help again, Zhuang Mingyue dismissed her with a simple word.

Looking at the sweet soup that was still sitting aside, Wang Mei shook her head and silently took the soup out.

Exactly at half past six, Zhanyan got off work earlier than usual today.

The high beams of the Rolls-Royce flashed across the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the tires made a sound as they gripped the road.

Zhan Yan held the child in one hand and stooped down from the car with a tired body. There was a wet mark on the striped dark shirt visible on his body.

Walking into the entrance, the servant was preparing to take back the cold dishes to heat them up.

"Has she eaten?"

Hearing the sound of the banquet, the servant almost failed to hold the dishes. She said: "Master Zhan, Miss Mingyue is in the studio when she comes back from abroad. Aunt Wang went upstairs to call once, but Miss Mingyue hasn't come down yet. I

We are about to heat up these dishes."

"Yeah." Zhan Yan raised his eyebrows, his face gloomy.

The servant quickly took the dishes and went to the kitchen.

Little Xingxing cried all the way, and now she slept peacefully on Zhan Yan's shoulder. Zhan Yan carried the child upstairs, opened the door of the studio, and saw that Zhuang Mingyue's clothes were all messed up by paint, and the room was also noisy.

Turn on the air conditioner.

"How long will I continue to paint?" Zhan Yan's voice was cold and sounded a little angry.

Zhuang Mingyue tilted her head slightly, grabbed the hairpin and dropped it. Her long hair was a little messy. She looked sideways and said, "It will be fine in a while."

"I'll give you ten minutes to pack it up and follow me downstairs for dinner, or I will remove all the materials from the studio tomorrow."

After saying a word, Zhanyan had already walked out.

In the room, Zhan Yan threw the child on the bed, turned around, took off his clothes, took a shower, changed out of a shirt worth tens of thousands, and threw it into the trash can without mercy.

Zhuang Mingyue, on the other hand, decided to go downstairs to eat after repeated considerations.

Zhuang Mingyue walked to the baby room and took a look at the child first. Little Xingxing woke up just in time. When she saw Zhuang Mingyue reaching out for her to hug, she picked her up and found that the child's pants were all wet.

How on earth did he take care of his children?

Zhuang Mingyue took him to the next room, changed out of his dirty clothes, and gave him a bath again. After washing him, he just came out of the banquet. Zhuang Mingyue was busy looking for clothes for the child to put on.

"You don't care if he wets his pants?!"

"I came back to pee."

"What does it smell like?"

Zhuang Mingyue followed the smell and saw a piece of clothing thrown in the trash can. She pursed her lips. After hesitating for a while, she said: "Leave the child to Aunt Wang from now on. She is more responsible for taking care of the child."

experience."

As the 'parents' of their children, they are not qualified parents.

After changing clothes, the child kept clinging to her. Zhuang Mingyue hugged the child and Zhan Yan went downstairs with her.

The unhappiness at noon today made Zhuang Mingyue return to his previous coldness and alienation from him again.

She didn't eat anything at noon. In the evening Zhanyan gave her a lot of dishes and watched her eat them all.

There was no conversation between the two at the dinner table, they were both eating quietly. Except for Zhan Yan who asked her a few questions, she only answered a few questions.
Chapter completed!