Grumpy boss, he's come to behave again

Chapter 288: No drawing, that’s my wife.

Yan Ziqian slowly took back the album and continued to draw.

Looking at that trend, the use of bright colors around him, and the slightly relaxed atmosphere of the child, Yan Yu frowned: "You are not allowed to draw her."

Yan Ziqian also frowned, his childish face looking blank.

Even without saying anything, I knew he was asking why.

Yan Yu: "...Stop looking, she is my wife and you are not allowed to draw, okay?"

The tone was fierce and there was no mercy at all when facing a child.

Yan Ziqian was confused and recalled his gentle attitude just now.

He glanced at Yan Yu in confusion, but obediently stopped painting.

Turned the next page.

He was so obedient and cooperative, which really made Yan Yu seem particularly unreasonable.

Yan Yu never knew what it was to make trouble unreasonably and to be embarrassed.

He didn't care, he hummed, threw the child down and went upstairs to sleep.

"Stay well here and don't run around."

Yan Ziqian looked at his leaving figure, silently turned back to the page just now, and softly agreed.

A seven-day National Day tour, excluding the day I came on October 10st and the day I went back on October 1th, the five days in between were quite enjoyable. The teacher led the group, the students were quite obedient, and they ate delicious food. After taking pictures of the beautiful scenery, it was good to go home.

Something unexpected happened on the way home.

The bus taking them back suddenly broke down halfway. Fortunately, it was only half the distance away. We all discussed whether to get off the bus and take a taxi back, or walk back if it was closer.

Zhang Yuege and Ji Enen got out of the car first, and Zhang Yuege's father came back to pick them up.

This location happens to be near Tang Xiaoman High School. Standing on the outer wall of the campus, you can still vaguely hear the sound of dance songs coming from the classroom.Ji Enen was once very familiar with those pieces of music, and the memories evoked by the familiar melody were always unexpected.

When I was very young, I liked dancing because it made my family happy. As I got older, I fell in love with the feeling of being on the school performance stage, as if everything around me could be used by my dance movements to move towards myself. It feels like completing one action after another.

It always brings out a deep feeling in my heart.

Some things, aside from the word love, seem to be engraved in the bones and blood.

No matter how you forget it, it can easily make you look forward to it again.

Although I can no longer go to school, the recognition gained from those uploaded videos has slowly nurtured the sprouting of a seedling.

Ji Enen's almond-shaped eyes were bright. He unconsciously leaned against the school wall and closed his eyes slightly. The soft warmth welling up in his heart gradually evolved into a long-lasting emotion.

"Ji Enen?"

Suddenly, a voice came from in front of Ji Enen.

Tang Xiaoman had already changed out of his dance clothes. It was obviously late autumn, but he was still wearing a red waist-cinching skirt, with a large part of his back exposed.

When he saw her, his expression was shocked for a moment, and he asked angrily: "What are you doing here? My mother asked you to come? I told you that you don't have to worry about it. It's not cold at all, okay?"

She never thought that she would meet Ji Enen at the school gate.

Recently, her mother knew that she didn't wear thick clothes and called all day long to remind her. No wonder Tang Xiaoman thought it was Fang Hui who asked Ji Enen to come.

Ji Enen's eyes fell on this backless dress.

"Dancers should prepare sweat-absorbent and warm clothing in advance during autumn and winter, and change out of them promptly after training to prevent catching cold——"

Ji Enen's voice was serious, soft but firm: "Don't you remember what is written in Article [-] of the Code? I recited it until I vomited?"

(End of this chapter)