President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

Half a month later, Yucheng's famous fashion magazine specially shot a series of blockbuster photos for Ye Xinxin to promote her new jewelry products.

Ye Wanwan also saw the work, and had to sigh that although Ye Xinxin's technology was not good, she still had a good eye. The designers she selected were all well-qualified, and the works she designed retained her own design style, which was much different from Ye Xinxin's. Showtime theme style.

She made The Story Behind the Jewels into a film series to be released together at her jewelry-themed evening.

She never forgot to invite Ye Wanwan to participate in such a great opportunity.

"You don't dare to go, do you?" Ye Xinxin delivered the invitation letter to her personally, leaning on the door frame, wearing a silk pajamas with suspenders, and she didn't mind at all, looking lazily. Looking at Ye Wanwan, her eyes were full of flamboyant wantonness.

As if to say: "Look, you can't compare to me in any way."

Ye Wanwan smiled calmly, without the sarcasm she imagined, instead she smiled calmly and raised her eyebrows, as if it was a very natural thing.

"Okay!"

I was stunned, I thought she wouldn't go, but I didn't expect it to be so easy.

Ye Xinxin didn't think much, and was about to leave, but she turned back before stepping out: "Why do I feel like Quan Ting hasn't been to Ye's house for half a month, your wedding might be cancelled, right? I said it a long time ago, how could he fall in love with a woman like you, and you are the only one who is still dreaming of a big dream here."

After a pause for a while, she realized that she hadn't contacted Quan Tingmo for half a month. He was always busy on the phone at the beginning, but then he stopped calling when his temper came up. Unexpectedly, there was already half a month month!
Seeing that Ye Wanwan didn't answer, Ye Xinxin grimaced secretly, and left without waiting for her answer.

The fingers holding the phone turned slightly white, and a subtle expression appeared on his face, thinking whether to make another call to Quan Tingmo.

A small head poked out of the door, and Ye Anan ran in, sweating profusely again.

Sighing, I don't know what fun it is for my son to be alone every day, and he can play like this.

Before the little guy could speak, he said coldly, "Go and change!"

"Mummy, help me get it." Ye An'an didn't look like he had done anything wrong, but raised his head and waved at Ye Wanwan.

After giving him a blank look, she still helped him get a piece of clothing and changed it for him.

"Who did Mommy want to call just now?"

As soon as Ye An'an got his head in, he saw Ye Wanwan staring at the phone in a daze.

"No one!"

"Is it Daddy Quan? He called me yesterday and said he bought a remote control plane for me, and asked Uncle Fu to bring it to me today."

There was obvious joy in the little guy's mouth, and he rubbed his little hands together, his eyes full of anticipation.

"What, he called you yesterday."

She remembered to buy toys for the little guy, but she didn't even call her. She was about to die of anger, and unconsciously pinched Ye An'an, and her white and tender hands immediately turned red.

"Mummy, it hurts so much, why are you pinching me?"

Ye Anan was a little furious. It was abominable for the two of them to vent their anger on themselves when they were arguing. He decided that a remote control plane could no longer satisfy him, at least he needed to add a remote control racing car.

I haven't bought the one that broke last time.