Priceless Baby’s Super Daddy

Fengjia Dirui Handicraft Workshop, that is where he used to work with his wife. There are so many wonderful memories. After his wife died, in order to remember her, he made a hand-to-hand workshop.

For so many years, Feng Yuanshan has been waiting for a while except his wife’s jealousy day. He has not opened the workshop at other times. Now the grandson wants to open the hand workshop. Why?

“Do you have the world's most advanced jewellery production line? Why did you suddenly think about opening a hand workshop?” asked Feng Yuanshan.

"Grandpa, I know that the workshop is the place where you and your grandmother used to work. You are very precious. But now, because Joe is going to participate in the Di Ruiling Jewelry Design Competition, she needs a hand workshop, so I want to take her to her own home. Hand workshop."

Feng Yunan explained a lot, and Fengyuanshan figured out the reason. It turned out that Sun Yifu had to use manual workshops to do the design. That was not a sentence.

"Oh, your kid is on the road! If you use it, I can give you permission. I will give you the key to you."

The old man was happy to end the call, and Feng Yunan couldn't help but grin. He hadn't mentioned the need to reopen the workshop, but the father didn't agree. Now he said that because of Joe Ruo, the father actually promised?

This heart is also a bit too much, right?

Joe Ruo was in a good mood, and the inspiration came. I spent the afternoon in the study and wrote and painted on her manuscript.

I always painted until my neck was sore, I looked up and found that it was 7 o'clock in the evening. Oops, she hadn't prepared dinner yet.

Joe Ruoyu dropped the brush and hurriedly ran out of the study and went downstairs, just touching Jiang Yan. "Sorry Jiang Yan, I forgot the time to cook."

During the day and Jiang Yan said that today's lunch and dinner are personally responsible for her, and she forgot.

"It doesn't matter, we are ready for dinner, you can go to the young master to eat down."

"Oh, well, I will go now."

Joe Ruoyi turned back and ran upstairs, went to the master bedroom, did not see the man's figure, and finally saw him working in the study.

When the door opened, her head came out and shouted, "Mr. Feng, you can go down to dinner."

"Ok."

Feng Yu Nan gently responded, slammed the lid of the computer, and then got up.

The dinner was quite harmonious. The two didn’t talk much, but they could feel a kind of tacit understanding between them. Jiang Yan looked at the two people on the table and thought about it. It seems that there is a contradiction between them. It should be solved.

This is quite good. The young master and the young lady are together. There is really a big change. Now only the young lady can control the temper of the young master.

Nothing in the night, the next morning, Joe Ruo saw the black shirt on the south of the seal, the black trousers that were straight like a knife, and restored the calm and handsome.

It’s already a lot better to see his temperament. A small cold is not a big influence for him.

"Is Mr. Feng going out?" Joe asked if he asked.

"Go to the company." Feng Yunan is wearing a tie in front of the mirror.

"Does the body not matter?"

"Ok."

There is a slight surprise in Joe’s heart. If he wants to go to the company, then she will not have to stay with her at home. Can she go to work?

"I will help you!"

In order to serve him early, Joe Ruo was like a close-knit wife, took the initiative to take the life of him and helped him tie his tie.

His head is very tall, she needs to raise her toes on her head to get the button on his neckline.

They are close enough, and Joe Ruo can clearly see his smooth and beautiful chin, the perfect mandible arc.

At the same time, I could feel the hot gaze above the head, and I was sweeping her. Somehow, her heart was filled with a little panic, and some nervous ones did not dare to look up at him.

"Okay." Joe Ruo slammed his tie and automatically stepped back two steps to keep the distance.

Feng Yunan was very satisfied with her performance. After I buckled my shirt's cufflinks, I asked, "Are you not going to work?"

"let me try."

"Not ready yet," he urged.

"Okay." Joe blushes and hurries out of the master bedroom.

Joe Ruoqiang packed his belongings downstairs and went outside the villa. He saw that the car that had been locked in Yunan had not yet gone. Xiuyi saw her appear and respectfully opened the door for her. "Less lady, please get on the bus."

"me?"

Qiao Ruojun was somewhat flattered. He was surprised that he had not left the country until now. Is it because he wants to carry her all the way?

The door of the back seat was open, and Joao was not tweaked. He sat in the back seat generously and turned his head to thank the man next to him.

After the car was on the road, after a while, Joe Ruoqi found that the direction of the driving was not to go to the direction of the Fengtian Group, nor to the direction of the Di Ruiling jewelry flagship store.

"Mr. Feng, where are we going?"

Feng Yunan did not tell her that she sold a customs directly. "You will know when you arrive."

The luxury car was finally parked in front of a quiet courtyard. The gates of the courtyard were heavily locked. After the car was removed from the south, people opened the door.

When Joao looked at the house in the deep alley, couldn't figure out what Feng Nan took her to do here?

After the courtyard door was opened, Feng Yunan walked in with Joe Ruoqiang and walked into the yard. The flowers, plants and trees inside were still green and green.

Many memories of childhood come to mind, and Feng Nan can think of it and play with his grandfather.

At that time, he lost his father, and he lived with his grandfather. Grandpa took him here and passed on his handcrafted craftsmanship, telling him what is called inheritance and the meaning of inheritance.

But later, after Grandma’s death, Grandpa closed the yard and he had no chance to set foot here.

Now, because of Joe Ruo, he has the opportunity to walk in and see where he left his childhood mark.

Passing through the yard and entering the back hall, Joe Ruo was surprised, surprised at the furnishings inside, completely the scale of a hand workshop.

An old house, covered with a layer of faint dust, a mottled wooden workbench with many tools, scorpions, scissors, hammers, etc., used to create jewelry. The matte grinding wheel is stuck on the workbench. On the side, a picture of a piece of jewelry was nailed to the wall. The pictures were old and yellow, and the paper was rolled up.

However, from which design drawings, Joe Ruoqiang saw the doorway, with the designer's signature, date, and design drawing name, judged, "Is this a hand-written workshop?"

"Do you know?" Feng Yunan was slightly surprised. He did not tell her how she analyzed it.

"I listened to my mother's hand-to-hand workshop a long time ago. She said that the time was the traditional craftsmanship. Many famous designs are the result of the cooperation between your grandfather and grandma. You see The time on the wall should be the design manuscript of the year-old series that was famous in the jewelry industry, with the signature of your grandfather and grandmother."