Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Wen Yuan nodded.

He has to go, and when he left, he was a little bit sad.

After Ye Mubai left, Wen Yuan took a good look at the apartment, thinking about it.

Because there are people doing housework, Wen Yuan has nothing to do. She took Xiangnan and looked at the apartment again. This apartment should be owned by the designer and has great taste. However, Wen Yuan does not particularly like curtains and finds it too dull. .

The aunt at home has lived in this area for about ten years. Wen Yuan asked her where she has custom-made curtains, and the aunt told her, so Wen Yuan went to the market on the first day and she also thought about it. Nan, went to choose the cloth she likes, thinking that Nan's room was chosen by him...

It took a day to finally replace all the curtains in the apartment. The aunt said that they look good, and said that the original ones are also good-looking, but now they are more like places where people live.

Wen Yuan smiled, and under the setting sun, Xiang Nan took a book and sat on a small mat in front of the French window. The setting sun shone on them, forming a faint halo.

A long time later, Xiangnan raised his eyes and looked at Wen Yuan: "Mom, when will Dad be back?"

Wen Yuan thought for a while: "I will be back tomorrow night, but it will be late. I think Nan will go to bed early and see Dad the next morning."

Xiangnan gave a cry, and then leaped into Wen Yuan's arms coquettishly, and whispered: "Mom, I like New York."

Because there are fathers and mothers in New York, they still don't fight.

Wen Yuan hugged the little guy and looked down at Xiang Nan. In fact, Xiang Nan rarely acted like this. He must be very happy to do this.

Xiangnan blushed and asked, "Mom, do you like New York?"

Wen Yuan smiled slightly, "Like it."

"Because there are Miss Nan and Dad, and the little sister, right?" Xiang Nan's voice was naive.

Wen Yuan smiled slightly and kissed his son gently: "Maybe it's the little brother!"

"I like them all." Xiangnan was a little excited: ‘I heard An An said that children look like small toys. ’

Wen Yuan laughed, "Children grow up very fast."

She looked at Xiang Nan, and then smiled again: "When you were born, you were like a toy."

Xiangnan's little face turned red, and she threw herself in her mother's arms. After a while, she said: ‘I take care of the little baby and don’t treat him as a little toy. ’

Wen Yuan's heart was soft, an indescribable feeling...

When Ye Mubai was not there, she took her thoughts with her. Life here is very good. Everything is well arranged. Besides his aunt, he has an assistant in New York, named Xu Mo, who is also from City B.

Xu Mo would come here every day. He was the aunt's direct supervisor and managed very carefully.

The aunt and Wen Yuan complained: "Miss Xu treats me as an artist, and counts on me to become popular."

She is serious about her work.

Wen Yuan smiled: "Don't mind, she might just be used to it..."

Auntie is very attentive at work, but she can't get used to this kind of management.

Wen Yuan later talked with Xu Mo. It was a girl with a height of only about 155, with a small body and big energy. Auntie said quietly: "I have brought many big stars before, and the big stars of the crooked country were convinced by her. Submissive, effective means."

Wen Yuan just smiled. In fact, she didn't care much about Xu Mo's ability, because the aunt worked in the apartment, and as the hostess, she didn't want others to intervene, even Ye Mubai's assistant.