On the day of the blind date, the billionaire and I had a flash marriage

Lu Qingxiu felt very aggrieved. She didn't expect to be criticized by two men when she spoke for Lu's mother. Looking at her rough hands that were calloused from years of hard work, she felt a little sad that she was rejected by Qi Dabin.

"Dabin, I'm doing this all for you..."

Qi Dabin turned his head and looked away: "Don't blame me. There is no woman who doesn't work. This is how she got here."

Lu Qingxiu refused: "Then isn't Li Jing'er a woman?"

Qi Dabin said: "I am a pampered girl from the city, how can I compare with you, a rural woman?"

Lu Qingxiu's face turned pale and she was about to say something, but Qi Dabin said impatiently: "Okay, okay, why are you competing with an unmarried girl? It's almost dinner time, you go and cook."

Lu Qingxiu glanced at Ma Lu, who complained that she was tired, and had to stand up to cook.

After a while, the aroma came from the kitchen.

Ma Lu suddenly felt relieved. She had been cooking the past few days and she couldn't hold on any longer. This was one of the reasons why she called her daughter.

It would be better to talk to my daughter more about old times in the future.

"Zhicheng, please talk to Dabin quickly. We haven't seen him for so long."

"Brother-in-law, uh, how are you doing lately?"

But at this time, Lu Zhicheng thought of Pei An'an, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Although he was severely rejected last time, it was because a male student of unknown origin was causing trouble. If he had asked Pei Anan to meet privately, the result might have been different.

After all, he had lived with Pei An'an for several years, and he knew best that women could easily soften their hearts. As long as he lowered his head a little, Pei An'an would definitely return to his arms, and by then the aroma from the kitchen would become a familiar smell again.

He missed Pei Anan's cooking.

Thinking like this, Lu Zhicheng turned on his phone and sent a message to Pei An'an: An'an, I miss you.

Displayed as a red exclamation mark and has not yet been sent.

Lu Zhicheng was stunned.

This woman Pei Anan actually dared to block him! ?

The other culprit, Pei Anan, was drinking the milk tea sent by Tu Ran and chatting happily.

"Tu Ran, I told you not to spend money, and I don't lack the money."

Tu Ran smiled shyly: "Sister An An, why are you always being polite to me? It's just a cup of milk tea. I'm thirsty after seeing what Sister An An is teaching me. This is as it should be."

Pei Anan said sheepishly: "This is what you should do in training. Besides, it will be dinner time later, and I won't be able to eat for a while."

Tu Ran said matter-of-factly: "Sister An An, you don't understand. Milk tea is milk tea and rice is rice. As we all know, milk tea is filled in another stomach."

Pei An'an: "...I don't have another stomach."

"Okay, let's stop chatting. I'll punish you by carrying less goods today."

Tu Ran grinned, Sister An An was indeed very gentle.

So he happily worked more.

Pei Anan looked very helpless, but had no time to stop him, so he could only sigh that it was great to be young.

She has become pregnant recently, but her figure is still slender, so she looks even more frail.

At this time, the phone lit up. It was Pei Qinghuan who sent her a message asking her to come in.

Pei Anan was a little curious. Her sister rarely sent her messages like this. After all, they were in the same space, but her sister's studio was further inside.

But Pei Anan still obeyed the instructions obediently and went in.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Pei Qinghuan's ears were slightly red, holding a drawing board in his hand, his expression a bit serious.

Pei Anan was a little surprised to see her sister holding a drawing board after not seeing her for a long time.

"Sister, this is..."

Pei Qinghuan seemed to be blushing and turned the drawing board over embarrassedly.

Pei Anan was surprised to see the vivid design on the drawing board: "This is the design drawn by my sister herself? It's very beautiful!"

Pei Qinghuan said nervously: "Really?"

She has not written for a long time, ever since she changed her major in her sophomore year.

Pei Anan sat down in surprise and never took his eyes away from the design: "Sister, I'm glad that you have regained your hobby again. No, to be precise, it's your profession."

She has always been proud of her sister's talent. If it weren't for her parents' stubbornness, her sister might have become a moderately successful designer by now.

"My sister's instructors and professors all thought that my sister was very talented, and they even tried to persuade her to change her major. She is really great!"

Pei Anan's bright eyes don't lie.

Pei Qinghuan lowered his head slightly, and the exposed neck was a little pink, but when he heard this, he raised his head and his eyes brightened: "Really? Do you also think this design is feasible?"

She hesitated: "After all, I haven't written anything for a long time..."

Recently, she was looking at some of the clothes that she was not satisfied with, and she got some inspiration, so she thought about modifying them herself.

Last time I was in the small studio, I heard the conversation between my sister and Tu Ran, and I was also moved.

Pei Anan nodded solemnly: "Of course it's good, sister, don't belittle yourself."

Pei Qinghuan was a little happy when he heard this: "Then I will send it to my former teacher and the senior students I know and let them help take a look."

"If possible... I would like to modify the styles of clothes currently on sale, and then try selling some to see the effect."