The Little Fairy Reborn As a Schoolmaster

  Chapter 206 206 The person who moved first must be the loser

  When Shen Haotian sent Shen Qinghuan upstairs for the second time, he said: "Huanhuan. Remember Dad's words, no matter what the girl’s family, you must learn to behave."

  Shen Qinghuan nodded silently.

  Shen Qinghuan was in a mess when he returned to the room.

  Ignore yourself, ignore yourself.

  Whoever lets the person who is first moved since ancient times is destined to be the loser.

  Shen Qinghuan opened the quilt, and the remaining warmth was still there. She retracted her little head. After a while, she couldn't help but popped out of her head again and exhaled deeply.

  Zhou Zihan sent a lot of news when he went downstairs to observe Shen Haotian's movements.

  【You can buy him perfume. 】

  Perfume?

  Lu Ziheng seems to be different from those sweaty teenagers who secreted some hormones during adolescence. He seems to be born with a touch of mint.

  This is negated.

  【How about trying on clothes? 】

  Clothes?

  Shen Qinghuan came to mind again the appearance of Lu Ziheng wearing private clothes. He seemed to be a walking clothes rack, or a tall and thin boy could hold his aura.

  This seems to be really possible!

  Tomorrow, father and mother will take them to find Uncle Qin. She can take this opportunity to make a new set of clothes for Lu Ziheng.

  Furthermore, clothes are of higher value, unlike perfume, which leaves only empty bottles.

  However, Shen Qinghuan felt that gifts had to be made by hand to show his intentions. Under the guise of Uncle Qin’s hands, it could not be reflected after all.

  Shen Qinghuan wears messy long hair. After all, she is not a professional designer, and she does not dare to light up lights in the dark to attract Shen Haotian’s attention.

  Fortunately, the mobile phone has a flashlight function.

  Shen Qinghuan found paper and pen, and then retracted into the bed.

  The dark night passed, and the weather in the Imperial Capital became better again.

   Yan Ruyu knocked on Shen Qinghuan’s door, "Huanhuan? Are you awake?"

   "Hmm." Shen Qinghuan bit her pencil and drew a sketch all night. Her arms were sore and swollen, "I woke up."

  Shen Qinghuan hid the drawing in the pocket of her pajamas. She did not dare to let Yan Ruyu wait outside, otherwise Yan Ruyu's disposition would definitely arouse suspicion.

   "Come to eat after you get dressed." Yan Ruyu's voice sounded from the door frame again: "Daddy cooked egg soup and Xiaolongbao for us today."

   "Okay, okay." Shen Qinghuan nodded and agreed while putting on clothes.

   Her hair in the mirror was messy like a zhenzi. Shen Qinghuan found a comb. Due to time constraints, she did not have time to plug in the electricity and wait for the warmth to fix her hairstyle. When she encountered the knotted place, she combed it abruptly.

  Shen Qinghuan cleaned up as quickly as possible. Fortunately, she bought an online concealer some time ago to cover up the fact that she hadn't slept all night.

  Shen Haotian actually didn't sleep well all night.

  He yawned strongly, hesitating whether he should tell his daughter-in-law that Huanhuan had a problem with boys.

  This breakfast, all three of them ate it tacitly.

   "Let's go."

  Today, Wang Dalei was put on vacation by Shen Haotian, and the car was still driven by Shen Haotian.

  Shen Qinghuan quietly took out her crumpled drawings, just the last step. She even imagined that Lu Ziheng put on the clothes she designed, which must look good.

  Shen Haotian was so upset that she almost rubbed a car with someone on a bend.

   "Dad. Are you okay?" Shen Qinghuan's sudden concern made Shen Haotian a little flattered: "No. Dad is okay."

   "When you drive a car, you don't pay attention to the road." Yan Ruyu is not as gentle as Shen Qinghuan. She blames Shen Haotian: "Can Huanhuan and I live to Qin Junyi?"

  Shen Haotian doesn’t have a glass heart. For so many years, the old husband and wife have had sweet talks and stumbling blocks. The long marriage requires tolerance and trust.

  It was noon when the car arrived in Daxing.

  Qin Junyi's personal studio is slightly low-key compared to his own fame.

  Shen Haotian and Qin Junyi used to be good brothers in the same dormitory at the university, so the clothes they wear are basically picked up from here.

   "Haotian." After Qin Junyi stepped forward and gave Shen Haotian a big hug, he said to Yan Ruyu and Shen Qinghuan: "Sister-in-law and Huanhuan are here too?"

  "Uncle Qin is good." Shen Qinghuan bent down and bowed, polite and polite.

  Shen Haotian and Yan Ruyu are very satisfied with Shen Qinghuan’s present proactive and polite appearance. Qin Junyi understands the family status of a good brother. He patted Shen Haotian’s arm: “What style are you going to do this time?”

"Huanhuan will start school soon." Shen Haotian smiled at Qin Junyi knowingly, "I want to take her to make a few college styles, those old antiques in A, only wear red and white, when the weather is cold, put clothes inside and stay alive. The children are dressed like quail!"

  Shen Qinghuan heard the word "quail" and couldn't help laughing.

  Before, Qin Junyi saw Shen Qinghuan always bring another little girl to make clothes. To be honest, there were many times, seeing that little girl's gesture towards Shen Qinghuan, he was very uncomfortable.

  He had broken his mouth and mentioned it to Shen Haotian several times, but Shen Haotian didn't take it seriously.

  Qin Junyi has seen friends secretly hurt by the unpleasant father-daughter relationship countless times. Now it seems that Shen Haotian and Shen Qinghuan can get along with each other in harmony.

   "Does Huanhuan have any ideas of his own?" Qin Junyi gently said to Shen Qinghuan, "Is there any color and style I prefer when I wear my clothes? Tell Uncle Qin?"

  Shen Qinghuan raised his eyes to look at his parents, and Qin Junyi's eyes fell into Qin Junyi's eyes.

   "If Huanhuan feels embarrassed, he can also tell his uncle alone."

  Shen Qinghuan has this intention.

After getting Yan Ruyu's consent, she followed Qin Junyi into the office.

  Qin Junyi poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Shen Qinghuan.

   "Thank you Uncle Qin."

   "You used to--" Qin Junyi was taken aback.

"Um?"

  Qin Junyi smiled and shook his head, but he thought thoroughly.

  After all time passes, Huanhuan will grow up too.

"When your dad called me, I started to prepare." Qin Junyi turned out a bunch of line drafts, and he said to Shen Qinghuan: "These are all unpainted, you pick a style, and we will be more specific. You can change it again."

"Uncle Qin." Shen Qinghuan believed in Qin Junyi's skills. She didn't have much demand for her clothes. She delivered the drawings that she had made after a whole night to Qin Junyi's hands. "Look at this drawing, can you make one? Piece of clothing?"

  After Qin Junyi took it, his eyes lit up and he exclaimed: Oops! Huanhuan! you can……"

  Shen Qinghuan booed immediately, and she and Qin Junyi faced her mouth: Uncle Qin. My father doesn't know yet, don't tell him.

  Qin Junyi made a gesture of closing his mouth. When faced with a friend's question outside, he only said that he was making a fuss.

  After finishing Shen Haotian, Qin Junyi lowered his voice, his voice could not restrain his compliment to Shen Qinghuan: "Huahuan. Your sketch is too good, right? Are you interested in learning design in the future?"

  (End of this chapter)