A month later, Su Xiaomi's pregnancy reaction was almost gone.

Every morning after breakfast, she threw herself on the balcony and stared at the drawing board in a daze.

In the beginning, she painted the sea, early morning, noon, evening, late at night, she painted different seas and waves for each time period.

Later, she began to paint herself, painting Mo Beixiao, painting their daughter and son in her imagination.

Eventually, she remembered the books that Pudding had given her and began to draw the design drawings over and over again.

In the space of a month, her finished paintings were piled up the height of a whole table.

There were too many paintings piled up in the room, so she asked the maid to take them away, "You should have a storage room on this island, right?" ”

The maid nodded, "Yes." ”

Su Xiaomi yawned and picked out her favorite pictures in the paintings, "I'll put the rest in the storage room." ”

These paintings are useless, she is not the kind of narcissistic person, and she does not often take out her finished works and look through them, these paintings are placed here, if you don't pay attention to tripping her, won't it hurt her children?

The maid nodded, and removed the paintings as she had been told.

In the next few days, the maid always asked Su Xiaomi which paintings she didn't want, and she helped her put them away.

But what made Su Xiaomi strange was that she walked around the villa and didn't find the storage room that the maid said she had put a painting in.

However, she didn't bother to look for it.

"President, what are these?"

In MOSX's office, Bai Luo looked at the several design drawings handed over by Mo Beixiao in shock, "This design is very interesting." ”

"With such soft lines and feminine softness, this designer should be a delicate girl, right?"

Mo Beixiao nodded with satisfaction, "I think this design is not bad, you take it back and change it, it is best to put it into production." ”

"This must be fine."

Bai Luo flipped through the sketches, his eyes lit up, "But can I get in touch with this designer?" ”

"I think some revisions still depend on the opinions of the original author."

Mo Beixiao shook his head, "Even I can't contact her." ”

Mo Nansheng was able to give him these things, which was obviously an extrajudicial favor.

"That's a shame."

Bai Luo sighed and continued to flip through the design draft in his hand, but found a painting of a man and a woman and two children in this pile of sketches.

He picked up the picture in amazement, "President, this is ......"

Mo Beixiao took the painting, and a long-lost smile finally appeared on his lips, "This is probably someone imagined, the child of me and Su Xiaomi." ”

The boy is like him, handsome and smelly.

The girl is like her, cute and simple.

Holding the two paintings, he shook his head helplessly.

It's been so long, and this girl is still so stupid.

In such a dangerous environment, they still have the heart to design, and even the mind, to paint the portraits of their children.

Bai Luo looked at the smile on Mo Beixiao's face in shock.

The president of his family actually ...... Laughed?

You know, since Su Mi disappeared, the boss hasn't laughed for a long, long time.

The owner of this painting can make the boss laugh, and he is definitely not an ordinary person.

Apart from Su Xiaomi, who else can ......

Suddenly, Bai Luo froze.

He subconsciously turned his eyes to look at Mo Beixiao, and then looked down at the design draft in his hand, "President, this shouldn't be ......?"

"She painted it."

Mo Beixiao raised his eyes and glanced at Bai Luo, "So no matter what, you have to make ready-to-wear clothes." ”