Chapter 487 1 Always Being Suppressed
Later, Xu Yi received a message from Zhou Zhiyin and felt relieved.
The car parked outside the Zhou family's old house slowly moved away and drove onto the main road outside.
After returning home in the evening, Xu Yi went to the garden and took a pair of scissors to cut flowers.
The roses in the garden were in full bloom, and Xu Yi picked a lot of them.
Song Yanming stood not far away and lit a cigarette, watching her make flowers, and some fantasies arose in his mind.
I imagine Xu Yi making 99 roses for him.
Jiang Qing came over with the child in her arms, "You don't even know how to help."
Seeing the child coming, Song Yanming put out his cigarette. The man put out the cigarette with a light pinch of his hand.
"Papa, give me a hug..."
Song Yanming went to wash his hands first. Jiang Qing sighed, "Why did I give birth to a blockhead like you? I might as well give birth to a piece of barbecued pork."
Song Yanming: ...
He picked her up, not intending to help. Jiang Qing sighed helplessly, "If Xu Yi hadn't agreed, you would never have been able to find a wife in your life."
Jiang Qing stepped forward to lend a hand and worked with Xu Yi on the flowers.
Xu Yi also bought wrapping paper, preparing to give a bouquet to Qin Moyu, a bouquet to Song Yuqian, a bouquet to Yuan Siyu, a bouquet to Aunt Lin, and also a bouquet to Zhou Zhiyin.
What girl doesn't like flowers?
It took Xu Yi a long time to make these flowers.
The person Song Yanming was waiting for was the young man Xu Yi called, who took the flowers to different places.
There was one bouquet left. Song Yanming sat in the living room, waiting until Tuantuan fell asleep in his arms. Xu Yi held the bouquet and handed it to Jiang Qing, "Mom, these are flowers for you."
"This……"
Jiang Qing was so moved that she almost cried, "You kid..."
"Like it?"
"like."
Jiang Qing and Xu Yi hugged each other. Song Yanming stood up and went upstairs with the child in his arms.
With the cutting and wrapping of flowers, the garden was in a mess as if there were robbers. Xu Yi was exhausted and went to the room and hugged Song Yanming.
"Honey, I'm hurt."
Song Yanming took a look and saw that there were indeed several small holes made by the thorns of the rose.
He took the disinfectant to disinfect her, but Xu Yi was still pretending to be pitiful, "Honey, it hurts so much."
"Xu Yi, if you show it to me later, I won't be able to find the injury."
"But it hurts so much..."
Seeing Song Yanming half dead, Xu Yi couldn't help but think of Qin Moyu who was in the ward. "Momo gave birth to a child, and Gu Beicheng treated her well. He even made the confinement meals himself, and he also took care of the child. In short... he is a really good man."
Hearing her insinuation, Song Yanming said, "Then why don't you have another child? I can do better than him."
Xu Yi snorted coldly and ignored Song Yanming.
The man put the medicine box back to its place, and when he came back, Xu Yi was already asleep.
Han Fei had been watching Xu Yi silently for several days, but he didn't have the face to see her.
There was also a technology company that wanted to work with the studio's branch to process its clothing, and Xu Yi took the initiative to arrange a meeting with Han Fei.
Han Fei: "Just tell me what you want to say on the phone."
"Are you familiar with this technology company?"
"Sign it boldly. If they dare to play tricks, I will cut off the head of their leader."
"Han Fei, please speak seriously."
"I'm serious. If you're scared, I'll chop off his head and give it to you."
Xu Yi: …
When Baldy and Luo Hao came, Han Fei had no expression on his face.
He used to be very happy when he returned to Jiangcheng, especially when he mentioned that woman, it was like he had won a 50 million lottery.
Now when he received a call from that woman, he didn't smile at all, as if nothing in the world could make him happy.
They couldn't quite figure out whether Xiao Yuanzhong was right or wrong when he randomly matched people up with each other.
But Yu Na was indeed pregnant. They knew it a few days ago. Wang Ping asked them to keep it a secret from Han Fei, fearing that Han Fei would go back and abort Yu Na...
In a few months, when Han Fei returns, he will probably be able to see Yu Na with a big belly.
Xu Yi received a call from Zhou Mingchen in the afternoon. "Hello, Mr. Zhou."
"Have you got any news on the matter I asked you to find out last time?"
Oh yes, Xu Yi forgot about this matter after consulting the lawyer. She blamed Song Yanming for being jealous of the lawyer and causing her focus to shift.
"I asked, and Grandma Chen said she didn't remember either. She has a bad memory."
Xu Yi couldn't say that she drew it, as she was afraid of getting into trouble.
Zhou Mingchen sighed, "If you are willing to help me find it, I will definitely thank you doubly."
Xu Yi was moved. She didn't want to get too close to Zhou Mingchen, but she wanted to use Zhou Mingchen's resources.
She was able to be successfully included in z magazine thanks to Zhou Mingchen's help.
Xu Yi: "What exactly do you want to do with her?"
“My mother’s designs are hard to replicate.”
That’s right. Country Z hasn’t had a second Master Qi Yu in all these years.
"so……"
"I want to see her."
"So what if I met you?"
"I want to know what kind of person she is and what her experiences are."
"Is it important?"
"Very important."
Xu Yi cleared his throat, "What if she is just an ordinary person?"
"I want to see her, too."
Xu Yi almost told Zhou Mingchen that she drew the blueprint, but she hesitated.
"Mr. Zhou, I'm very busy recently with the Milan competition. How about I help you find it after the Milan competition is over?"
"I appreciate it. Thank you."
"You're welcome. We're all friends."
With the countdown to the Milan race, Zhou Minglan was like a chicken with its blood pumped up, secluded herself in drawing.
Ever since she found out about Xu Yi's identity, she felt unprecedented pressure. They were both children of the same parents and had the same blood, so why could Xu Yi inherit his mother's talent while she couldn't?
I have been oppressed since I was young. Will I still be oppressed when I grow up?
Why didn't Xu Yi die outside when he was a child? Why did he end up on this path by accident?
Fate, no no no, she just doesn't believe in fate.
When Owen came in, Zhou Minglan was still drawing attentively, "Miss Minglan, take a break."
"I don't rest."
Zhou Minglan said, "Did my brother ask who drew that picture?"
"No."
Zhou Minglan breathed a sigh of relief. "No matter how good the painting is, it's still a fake. Only I can highly reproduce my mother's design."
Zhou Minglan has been looking at her mother's design drawings every day recently. She feels a little regretful. If she had known that these designs would still come in handy after so many years, she should not have burned them.
"That's natural. Blood is thicker than water. You will inherit my lady's talent for design."
Zhou Minglan froze at these words. "Blood is thicker than water. I also have my real abilities. It's just that based on my real abilities, I..."
"Miss Minglan, don't be too nervous."
"How can I not be nervous?" Zhou Minglan slammed the table. "I lost so much face in the Muse competition. If I don't get my revenge in this competition, I don't know how people will laugh at me."