Chapter 389 Mom, I like it
Fu Juechuan immediately stood up, walked to the door, and told the guard to arrange for someone to take Dr. Qin directly to the hotel.
After he gave the order, he turned back to the room and cleared the table.
Ye Qiaoqiao took Mu Mu and A Yu to the bathroom to wash their hands.
Mu Mu was in the bathroom, holding Ye Qiaoqiao's big hand with her little hand, and asked, "Mom, will you accompany the baby every day from now on?"
Ye Qiaoqiao was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then she looked at Mu Mu's expectant face and couldn't say no, but Ye Qiaoqiao was not the type to lie.
She was hesitating about how to answer so as to cause the least harm to the child.
A Yu said in a milky voice, "Sister, mom has a job just like dad, so we can't pester mom. We can go home after mom finishes work."
Mu Mu sighed in a mature and dignified manner, "Ah, how come my mother also has a job?"
"Can't Dad do all of Mom's work?"
Upon hearing this, A Yu also looked at Ye Qiaoqiao eagerly.
Ye Qiaoqiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Dad and Mom have different jobs, so they can't do it together."
“…Is that so? Daddy still needs to work harder.” Mu Mu pouted unhappily.
"What are you working hard for?" Fu Juechuan asked in confusion as he passed by the bathroom door.
A Yu continued, "Dad, my sister asked if you could finish mom's work so that mom can always be with the babies."
"But my mother said no." A Yu said this and sighed softly. His mature look made Ye Qiaoqiao unable to help but chuckle.
A Yu looked at her blankly, confusion in his eyes. He didn't know what was wrong with his mother or why she was laughing.
Fu Juechuan looked at Ye Qiaoqiao with a gentle gaze. Seeing that she was smiling and not rejecting the children, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "Mom is right. Do you know what kind of job I do?"
"Senmo?" Mu Mu asked, staring at him with a pair of cute eyes while leaning her little body against Ye Qiaoqiao.
Ye Qiaoqiao had already taken over and washed A Yu's hands. The greasy hands needed soap to be washed clean. The hands were slippery after being wiped with bubbles. A Yu couldn't help but grab Ye Qiaoqiao's slender fingers with his little hands and play with them.
She looked calm.
Fu Juechuan smiled, "Mom is a great and talented painter. She can draw a lot of beautiful pictures. She can draw Mumu, Ayu, and mom and dad, Ayu and Mumu together..."
"Grandpa has to be included in the list." Mu Mu counted on his fingers.
"And grandpa." A Yu also turned around and said.
Fu Juechuan looked at the two children with a smile, "You need to ask your mother about this."
When Ye Qiaoqiao saw Fu Juechuan kick the ball in front of her, she raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at him.
Fu Juechuan smiled ingratiatingly with a gentle look in his eyes, and told Ye Qiaoqiao frankly that he did want to pull her along.
Ye Qiaoqiao was somewhat puzzled by his frank attitude. Since she was not opposed to it, she did not say anything. She just nodded slightly and said, "Okay, Mommy will draw a family portrait for the babies."
"Mom is so nice."
"Mumu loves you."
"Mom, can Ayu take a look?"
"What are you looking at?" Ye Qiaoqiao still didn't understand what he meant.
Ah Yu washed off the bubbles on his hands, stretched out his hand and made a big gesture, "This... drawing..."
"The paintings I drew before?" Ye Qiaoqiao thought for a while, trying to understand what he meant.
A Yu Xiaomi nodded like a chicken pecking at something.
Ye Qiaoqiao nodded, "I did bring back a few paintings, but you may not like them. They are Chinese landscape paintings."
"Mom, what is Chinese fruit painting?"
"It's a Guoguo-style chicken painting." A Yu corrected.
Mu Mu clapped her hands: "Oh, brother is so awesome."
Ye Qiaoqiao did not laugh at the two children's accents. They spoke in a slurred manner, which was very cute, which was exactly the cuteness of children of this age.
She took her two children to the living room to look at the paintings.
Fu Juechuan was attracted by the warm interaction between the three people. He leaned against the wall and looked at them.
Until there was a knock on the door, he turned to open it and saw Catherine standing outside.
"Hello."
"Hello, Fu, is Qiao here?" Catherine asked warmly and generously.
Fu Juechuan nodded, "Yes, I am inside with my child looking at paintings."
"Huh? Can I participate too?" Catherine was very curious.
Fu Juechuan thought for a moment and said, "You asked Qiao Qiao for her opinion."
"no problem."
Catherine entered the room and soon laughter could be heard from inside.
Fu Juechuan smiled and shook his head. Seeing Ye Qiaoqiao sitting among the crowd with a relaxed mood, he did not stop Catherine from being there.
Fu Juechuan took the initiative to find Damon to find out his next itinerary.
"Fu, what can I do for you?"
"Mr. Demon, I found a Chinese doctor for Qiao Qiao to see today. Qiao Qiao may not be able to accompany you out. How about I ask my assistant to accompany you to various places?"
Fu Juechuan himself didn't want to leave. He cared about her physical condition more than Ye Qiaoqiao.
Damon laughed when he heard this, "Fu, this is just a small problem. I am also worried about Qiao's health."
"Although we have only been together for two days, I can see that you and Mr. Ye are both very concerned about Qiao's health. I can't go beyond that in front of you."
"I'm just luckier than you. I got to know the amnesiac Qiao."
"So, for these little things, you just need to arrange someone to inform me in the future."
"Thank you very much." Fu Juechuan thanked him sincerely.
Damon simply reached out and patted his shoulder to comfort him.
After breakfast, Damon, Seya and Catherine were taken around by special staff to ensure that they could achieve the purpose of their trip to China - to understand the heritage of Chinese painting and choose a location to hold a Chinese painting exhibition.
Ye Qiaoqiao is accompanying Mu Mu and A Yu to paint with watercolor pens.
This simple and crude tool, in Ye Qiaoqiao's hands, can still produce exceptionally beautiful colorful paintings.
She heard the sound of a door opening and closing, turned around, and saw Fu Juechuan just coming in.
"The teachers are out?" Ye Qiaoqiao naturally knew all this.
Even the person in charge of accompanying Damon and the other two was selected by Ye Qiaoqiao. Many staff members were willing to do the job, but Ye Qiaoqiao only chose the one who was more suitable for the two of them.
"Well, I have personally arranged enough bodyguards and entourage. Mr. Demond is a foreign friend and enjoys special treatment in the country." Fu Juechuan walked over and sat cross-legged on the carpet next to him, obviously wanting to accompany the three of them.
After hearing the last sentence, Ye Qiaoqiao no longer needed to remind him not to use his privileges. It turned out that Fu Juechuan was quite reliable.
"Dad, let's draw." Mu Mu grabbed his hand and stuffed a watercolor pen into his hand.
She patted a blank spot on the drawing board in front of her with her chubby little hands.
"Draw dad."
"This is Daddy's seat." Fu Juechuan saw clearly that Mu Mu and A Yu had already occupied the left and right sides of Ye Qiaoqiao in the painting. He didn't feel shy at all. He calmly pointed to the position behind Mu Mu next to Ye Qiaoqiao and said, "Dad should stand here."
Mumu was a little confused, "But Dad, you are stepping on Mumu like this."
"Don't step on Mumu."
"How could Daddy step on Mumu? Daddy was standing behind Mumu."
As Fu Juechuan spoke, he picked up the paintbrush and started painting directly on it.
He was so clever that he hid the hand of the little man in the painting, but if you look carefully, you can tell that the hand he didn't draw was on Ye Qiaoqiao's waist.
Ye Qiaoqiao is a real painter. She saw through his little trick at a glance and gave him a half-smile.
Fu Juechuan had a handsome face and said something sweet, "Qiao Qiao, I think this is a better match, what do you think?"
Ye Qiaoqiao: You’ve already drawn it and you’re asking me?
She shook her head helplessly, "You should ask Mu Mu."
"Mu Mu will definitely be happy." Fu Juechuan picked up his daughter and let her sit lightly on his strong arms. He turned around and kissed Mu Mu on the face, "Daughter, what do you think? Shouldn't it be like this? Daddy will stay with mommy Mu Mu and brother to protect you."
Mu Mu looked at the painting, smiled and nodded, "Dad, you draw well, Mu Mu likes it."
Fu Juechuan knew this would be the result, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Since there isn't any, and Mu Mu doesn't object, then I naturally won't be annoying. Just be happy."
Ye Qiaoqiao didn't look angry, but her expression remained indifferent.
Fu Juechuan's gaze couldn't stop falling on her, as if he could never get tired of looking at her.
Ye Qiaoqiao finished drawing her own little figure very quickly, and then she devoted herself to accompanying Mu Mu and A Yu in drawing.
Although the two children are young, they have shown intelligence and talent. They are actually quite good at drawing and sometimes even use bold colors.
Especially A Yu, he has a quieter temperament, can keep calm, and his paintings have their own style.
Ye Qiaoqiao looked at him thoughtfully for a while, reached out and touched A Yu's head, and asked softly, "A Yu, does the baby like painting?"
"Mom?" A Yu looked at her doubtfully, confusion and ignorance in his clear eyes.
Ye Qiaoqiao explained, "Mom thinks the baby draws very well."
"I want to ask if the baby likes it."
A Yu did not answer immediately, but thought for a while before nodding seriously, "Mom, I like it."
"Do you really like it?" Ye Qiaoqiao wanted to confirm. "Baby seemed to have thought for a long time before saying that you like it. Mommy likes honest babies. Honest babies are the best."
"I like it." A Yu grabbed her hand and explained hurriedly, "A Yu didn't want to lie to mom, so I thought about it for a long time and I like it."
Ye Qiaoqiao was shocked for a moment by his seriousness at such a young age, then her eyes softened as she looked at him. She reached out and ruffled his fine hair, "Well, baby, do you want to draw with mommy? I'll tell the story with my drawings, and mommy will let the other kids see it."
This means self-publishing.
A Yu clicked his little finger, "Mom, A Yu's painting...is not good."
"In my mother's heart, Ayu is the best baby in the world. No matter what Ayu draws, there will always be people who like it. If others don't like it, it's not Ayu's problem, but that they don't appreciate it. Ayu's paintings bring happiness to people, not because others bring pain to Ayu."
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