As long as Yang Xiaoyu is at home, Wanqiu will generally be near Yang Xiaoyu.

Even if you don't say anything, don't do anything.

Yang Xiaoyu came back this time and brought a lot of small gifts for Wanqiu, Wanqiu didn't know what they were, but he knew that his eyes were full of shiny things.

When a beautiful little cherry clip stuck Wan Qiu's slightly long hair, Wan Qiu saw Yang Xiaoyu's happy flowers, which kept blooming.

"Our baby feels very healing just by looking at it, right?" Yang Xiaoyu asked Yan Hua, who had been smiling and looking at this side.

"yes, a lovely kid." Yan Hua smiled at Wan Qiu, kind and kind.

"Baby." Yang Xiaoyu leaned on Wan Qiu's ear, pointed her finger at Yan Hua, and said, "Mother's friends will be very good to Wan Qiu, Wan Qiu should believe her." ”

Wan Qiu looked at Yan Hua, who was unfamiliar and had been just smiling all along, and nodded confusedly.

Even if it is a complete stranger, as long as her mother says it, Wanqiu will definitely trust it.

Wan Qiu is not good at taking the initiative to speak, nor is he good at taking the initiative to do anything, but Wan Qiu can clearly feel the gaze that Yan Hua has always projected on him.

But Yanhua didn't ask a single question from beginning to end.

The white housekeeper was by Yang Xiaoyu's side and made Yang Xiaoyu a cup of tea.

Yang Xiaoyu was very aware of Wanqiu's situation at home during this time, and the white housekeeper would report to her every day.

"Wanqiu's tricycle is still at the door, you let people ride it back." Yang Xiaoyu said, and the white housekeeper responded, but Yang Xiaoyu thought of something and asked Wanqiu, "How did the baby think of picking me up?" ”

"My brother said my mother would come back." Wan Qiu replied very sincerely.

"Really?" Sure enough, it wasn't what Wan Qiu thought of taking the initiative to do, Yang Xiaoyu covered up the little loss.

"Then when Wanqiu went to pick up his mother, was he happy?" Yan Hua, who had been occasionally answering beside her, but did not take the initiative to speak, suddenly inserted into the topic.

Wan Qiu was stunned for a moment, looked at Yan Hua, and was silent for a short time.

And Yan Hua didn't seem to care about Wan Qiu's sluggishness, her smile was encouraging, encouraging Wan Qiu to say his thoughts confidently.

can deal with Yan Hua, who is completely unfamiliar and can't understand yet, Wanqiu can't guess the other party's thoughts.

Maybe he could get the words he should answer from his mother's expression.

"Isn't Wanqiu very happy when she sees her mother?" However, when Yan Hua was about to divert Wan Qiu's gaze, he once again used his voice to attract Wan Qiu's attention.

And this time, it is probably not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative word.

"Hmm." Wanqiu responded.

Yan Hua smiled a little, affirming Wan Qiu's answer.

"The little master just hinted." Butler Bai added on the side, "In the morning, when the third young master took the initiative to weigh himself and went to pick up his wife, he was always very excited. ”

Yang Xiaoyu was a little surprised: "Is there a video?" ”

"If you monitor it, you can probably see it." Butler Bai didn't expect Yang Xiaoyu to want to watch the video directly.

"Yes, monitoring." Yang Xiaoyu thought for a while, "Let the monitoring room make me a baby interesting monitoring clip, and send me my mobile phone directly." ”

The white butler smiled a little: "Yes, madam." ”

Wan Qiu unconsciously grabbed the corner of Yang Xiaoyu's clothes, he was observing Yan Hua, and he also had doubts about this strange woman who had been paying attention to him.

Yan Hua had been here all afternoon, although she had been talking to Yang Xiaoyu most of the time, Wan Qiu could always detect Yan Hua's gaze, and she always seemed to look at him suddenly.

"Mom is going to make a call." Suddenly, in the process of talking, Wan Qiu heard Yang Xiaoyu pinch his cheek and said to him, "Baby, wait here for a while, okay, Mom?" ”

"Hmm." Wan Qiu nodded.

Yang Xiaoyu left, stepping on the sound of Wanqiu's familiar steps.

Wan Qiu didn't miss the brief glance with Yan Hua before Yang Xiaoyu left.

In the end, in the living room, only Wanqiu and Yanhua remained.

Yan Hua would occasionally ask Wan Qiu some questions, but Wan Qiu just observed, but did not answer.

It's not that I don't want to answer, but I can't.

Yan Hua didn't give any hints for the answers he wanted.

It was vague, as if Wan Qiu was staring at a thick cloud of smoke, and he didn't know what was really hidden behind the smoke.

And Wan Qiu kept quiet about everything that he couldn't answer for sure.

"It may take a while for your mom to call, should we come and do something?" Suddenly, only Wan Qiu and Yan Hua were left in the living room, Yan Hua said.

Yan Hua took out a huge snow-white drawing paper from the package she was carrying, as well as some colored pens of different colors and put them in front of Wan Qiu.

"I've brought colored pencils, would you like to try drawing?"

It is colored pen.

Wan Qiu looked at those beautiful colored pens, and Wan Qiu's eyes, who had always been interested in bright colors, were always attracted by the colored pens.

"Like it? These can be given to you. Yan Hua's voice came from above his head, and Wan Qiu raised his eyes.

Wan Qiu knew that Yan Hua wanted him to paint.

But looking at the snow-white paper, Wan Qiu didn't know what Yan Hua wanted him to draw.

"Find a color you like?" Yan Hua's hand was fixed on the table, and next to her fingers were those beautiful colored pens, but with such a large number of colored pens, Wan Qiu had no choice at all.

Wan Qiu tried to catch Yan Hua's hints, but found that Yan Hua's eyes had been fixed on him, and he didn't pay any attention to the colored pen.

Wan Qiu didn't know what color Yan Hua wanted her to take.

So Wanqiu won't take any colored pen.

The atmosphere between the two men was eerily silent.

"Don't have anything you want to draw?"

After a while, Yan Hua picked up the red colored pen and gave it to Wan Qiu, who took it obediently.

"What does Wanqiu want to draw with a red pen? Can you think of anything? ”

However, Wan Qiu was silent again.

The communication without any purpose made Wanqiu anxious.

What do you want to do?

What did she want him to do?

Is he going to paint?

What was she asking herself?

Wan Qiu couldn't get a hint of expression, so he could only ask tentatively in words: "What to draw?" ”

Wan Qiu's voice was full of trills, unable to hide his uneasiness at all, and the hand holding the brush had begun to sweat.

But Yanhua didn't respond to him, she was silent and smiling.

Unable to respond to Yan Hua, the anxiety that he couldn't do gradually turned into fear as he became more and more impatient.

Wan Qiu seemed to be sitting in an hourglass, and could only watch as the colorful gravel that kept falling took away time, pressed on his body, and drowned his body.

Wan Qiu's hand holding the colored pen couldn't help tightening, and the bone joints turned white.

Wan Qiu's eyes floated, becoming more and more silent, and even began to gradually lose his ability to observe Yan Hua properly, and the bright red pen seemed to burn, circling his fingertips and rushing into his brain.

Suddenly, the crisp sound of the key falling onto the table interrupted Wan Qiu's irrepressible chaotic thinking, and the paintbrush he was holding in his hand was withdrawn.

Wan Qiu looked at the already empty hand in confusion.

Yan Hua smiled lightly, with a soothing nature, and said to Wan Qiu, "Wan Qiu, your mother is back. ”

Wan Qiu was like finding the backbone of his heart at this moment, and he immediately looked at Yang Xiaoyu.

All the anxiety was forgotten, and only Yang Xiaoyu was left in his eyes.

Chapter 54

Yang Xiaoyu noticed Yan Hua's eyes, and her steps became faster and faster, and she took three or two steps to Wan Qiu's side.

The breath of Yang Xiaoyu, who is always sweet and soft, enveloped Wan Qiu, and the temperature was transmitted in the embrace of the two people, Wan Qiu's crackling tension like static electricity was completely calmed down.

"Baby, just now my mother asked the kitchen to prepare some afternoon tea, can you go and help the white housekeeper?" Yang Xiaoyu said softly.

Wanqiu responded.

Yang Xiaoyu let go of him, and Wan Qiu immediately went to carry out Yang Xiaoyu's order, and even forgot about Yan Hua who was beside him.

Before leaving the living room, Wan Qiu glanced back at Yang Xiaoyu and Yan Hua.

Yang Xiaoyu's unhappy mood even spread to her face.

Like the crushed pieces of dried flowers, floating around Yang Xiaoyu.

Wan Qiu was by the chef's side, but the chef didn't seem to need his help.

While Wan Qiu was waiting quietly, he recalled the feeling of being by Yan Hua's side in his mind.

Weak, dazed, as if he was touching something in the muddy sewage, he didn't know what it was.

Afraid, nervous, and anxious because I couldn't find anything.

After taking over the afternoon tea table, the white housekeeper handed over the task of pushing the dining cart to Wanqiu, who had something to do and could fulfill Yang Xiaoyu's request.

Wan Qiu carefully pushed the dining cart and returned to the living room, where the voices of Yang Xiaoyu and Yan Hua talking came from far and near.

Wan Qiu caught his name called while the two were talking.

Wan Qiu, who was pushing the dining cart, unconsciously slowed down.

Can't interrupt mom's conversation.

Wan Qiu stood at the door, even if he didn't bother to listen carefully, the conversation between the two was still in his ears.

"It's not easy, I'll be bothering you for a long time in the future, Dr. Yan."

Yang Xiaoyu's voice was clearly conveyed to Wan Qiu, and the word 'doctor' directly entered Wan Qiu's understanding.