Thin quilt.13acv.

"Mom--" The few people in the living room called in unison, but Gu Qingyan's words were still not shouting. Zhong Aixin smiled at everyone, "Everyone is sitting, I finally get together, I'm not afraid of it, I'm not afraid of it.

Chen, are you done?"

Pei Shaochen smiled gently and nodded. The people present couldn't help but look at Gu Qingyan, but Zhong Aixin walked straight to her and sat down. He took off the thin quilt from Zhang's hand and put it on his knees.

"Today I will let you learn how to do these things. Don't be mothers soon, and you can't even move needles and threads. Although you have money to buy anything, you can do it for your children by yourself.

It is your first gift in your life as a mother, how can you pretend to be someone else?”

Zhong Aixin said, picking up the needle and thread. The lady of the Zhong family, who was born in the Jiangnan silk enterprise, picked up the needle and thread and having the style of a master. Everyone couldn't help but say it was OK, and even Gu Qingyan could see it.

Embroidery, edge-sealing, thread-tied knots, and that small needle and thread undulate on the quilt. Her serious appearance also allowed Gu Qingyan to see the other side of this rich lady. She is closest to others.

While paying attention to Zhong Aixin's hand movements, she heard a low sigh, full of helplessness and fatigue.

"She's back, do you know?"
Chapter completed!