Xia Wanxin carefully recalled the driver’s reaction just now.

He seemed very calm, as if he didn't know her, and he was very familiar with the road conditions, as if he was a professional taxi driver.

Even if everything is not doubtful.

But Xia Wanxin dared not take it lightly.

She has moved her plans to move...

She returned home.

Warm food was placed on the dining table, and the bowls and chopsticks were already placed for her.

Even the clothes she changed were folded on the sofa and waiting for her to take them into the bathroom.

The little sweetheart prepared for her with considerate care, and it was certain that she would come back.

Xia Wanxin felt a warm feeling in her heart. After washing her meals, she went back to her room and fell asleep.

When you are tired to a certain extent, sleep is the fastest way to replenish energy.

She slept until the next morning.

There are several messages and calls on the phone, and there are a long stack of them on the list.

Xia Wanxin took her cell phone downstairs.

In the living room, sweetheart and Xia Wanting are both there.

Her movement attracted attention, and the two of them watched at the same time.

Xia Wanxin stood at the entrance of the handrail stairs, her thin and soft hair slept a little messy, and her face was white without any makeup. She was fair and light.

She was wearing lotus root powder pajamas with a double-breasted lotus leaf lace. It was a very simple style, which made her look particularly clean and pure, and was not charming.

Not to mention having children, or saying that they are sixteen or seventeen-year-old high school girls, there will be people who believe it.

Xia Wanting lazily nestled on the sofa, supporting his chin with one hand.

He looked Xia Wanxin up and down, and a casual smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "I have a suggestion, why don't you quit your job as a designer and come and be a model for me?"

Xia Wanxin slowly walked downstairs with slippers.

This sleep made her feel refreshed and she had recovered 80%.

She stretched, and she glanced at Xia Wanting: "Everyone, you should quit your identity as a boss niro and be a model for me, I won't mind either."

The little sweetheart blinked: "Mommy, what is a body model?"

Xia Wanxin: "...it's a profession."

She sat down and faced the little sweetheart's eyes with curious eyes.

Xia Wanting laughed at eating.

Xia Wanxin rubbed the braids that Xiao Xiangxin had tied. It was obvious that it was Xia Wanting's handwriting, and there was a straw and berry hairpin on her bangs.

For this credit, she didn't care about him and asked him: "Why are you at home if you don't prepare for a fashion show?"

Before the exhibition officially began, there were so many preparations.

Xia Wanting said resentfully: "I have to ask you when will I be able to give me a manuscript?"

A series, more than ten manuscripts, for some ordinary designers, it may take a year to complete a prototype.

But for an inspiration like Xia Wanxin, a few days are enough.

Sure enough, Xia Wanxin raised her thin eyebrows and rubbed her little sweetheart's hand while slowly saying, "It's almost done."

There were fresh oranges on the coffee table, and she peeled one and fed it into sweetheart's mouth.

After eating, the little sweetheart also peeled one for her.

The mother and daughter are back and forth, and the other one is completely ignored.

Xia Wanting waited for Xia Wanxin's words before he finished speaking, and waited until his eyes narrowed: "Did you mean it?"
Chapter completed!