This Star is a Bit All-around

"You...you...I...I..."

Yang Qing stuttered as he looked at the delicate and beautiful woman in front of him who had unpacked her package.

"Hi, I'm Wang Ying, nice to meet you, Yang Qing"

"You... hello"

Yang Qing shook that snow-white, weak and boneless slender hand in a daze.

After grasping the points, he said with an awkward smile: "What I said just now is nonsense, don't worry about it."

"Um"

Wang Ying smiled very softly, her eyes were clear and clear as if she could speak, she looked at Yang Qing and said, "You are very good and right, I am indeed much luckier than most people, so I can be even luckier a little?"

"Well, what?" Yang Qing was puzzled.

"Yang Qing, I know you. I've seen the media reports about you, so... I want to eat the pancakes you made, can I?"

"Ah, this... my shop will soon..."

"It's not convenient for me to go to your place to buy, do you understand?"

"I……"

Yang Qing was a little dazed, it was inconvenient, why not.

"Hey, okay, then I'll bring a copy over tomorrow, and bring you the design drawings by the way."

Yang Qing nodded helplessly and agreed, whoever asked someone to ask for a design drawing would be 50,000 yuan.

"Well, good, then you go first"

"OK"

Yang Qing continued to work on the design drawings, while Wang Ming looked at his sister who came back with strange eyes, and said in surprise:

"Sister, did he...didn't recognize you!"

"No." Wang Ying shook her head with a smile and said, "I really didn't recognize him from the look in his eyes and expression, hehe...he's actually a celebrity too."

"Celebrity! Why don't I know?" Wang Ming was stunned.

"You know how to read gossip news all day long, so it's strange to know!"

Wang Ying rolled his eyes at him and said, "His pancakes have been reported by five media outlets, and they were also reported by the provincial TV station as the first phenomenon in Yangcheng!"

"Jianbingguo! He really sells pancakes!" Wang Ming yelled.

"Hehe, you always thought that people were lying to you."

Wang Ming: ...

Two hours later, Yang Qing stood up and straightened her waist, and handed the prepared design drawings to the siblings who were playing with mobile phones:

"This is the first draft, you can take a look at it first, and point out any dissatisfaction. I will go home tonight and revise it. I will bring you the final draft tomorrow."

"good"

Wang Ming took it, and then he and Wang Ying looked at it seriously, but after watching for a long time, both siblings were dumbfounded.

"Brother Yang... you... we don't understand, can you explain it?"

Yang Qing: "... I don't understand! Then you..."

"Hehe..." Wang Ming laughed awkwardly: "I just saw that the picture he drew was messy and not harmonious."

Yang Qing: ...

It's eye-catching! Met a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder!

"Okay, look, here is..."

After explaining for half an hour, he wrote down some of the requirements put forward by the two of them on paper, and Yang Qing finished work and wanted to go home.

"Wait..." Wang Ying stopped him and said, "Can you finish the design tomorrow?"

Yang Qing took it for granted, "Well, this is very simple."

Wang Ying: "...Then my 50,000 yuan is not too easy to earn?"

Yang Qing rubbed her nose in embarrassment immediately: "This...you said it yourself, if it doesn't work, or I'll paint the wall for you"

"You can paint!"

The siblings were surprised in unison.

Yang Qing said awkwardly: "Hehe... that... will be a little..."

Wang Ying: ...

Wang Ming: I believe you ghost! A little bit, you are a million points!

When Yang Qing came home, it was already 5:30 in the afternoon, Xiao Chun'er, Xiao Xia'er and Xiao Bai's children's shoes were picked up by Bai's mother, and Wang Ke'er also arrived.

Yang Qing turned into a chef again, this time he didn't let Mama Bai into the kitchen, he wanted everyone to try his new food.

...

The next day, after Yang Qing sent Chunxia and Xiaoqiuer to school, she hugged Xiaodonger and led Xiaoqiuer to get on the bus.

"Isn't it good to stay with Mother Bai at Xiaobai's house? My brother will go to work and he won't have time to take care of you."

On the bus, Yang Qing sat on the seat holding the two children tightly and asked.

"no"

Xiao Qiu'er twisted her little butt and said in a milky voice, "Xiao Bai is not at home, no one is playing with Qiu'er."

"There is Dong'er"

"Hmm~~ Dong'er is little, I always want to be hugged, I'm still a baby, I can't hold her in my arms"

Little Donger:_

Yang Qing: ...

All the way to the destination, seeing that there was no one in the house, Yang Qing took out the decoration key that Wang Ming had given him to open the door, and walked in with the two children.

"Wow! What a big room, brother, are we working here?"

Xiao Qiuer happily ran around the room, looking at this and that, very curious.

"Well, take care of Dong'er, don't go up the stairs to the second floor"

"knew!"

Xiaoqiuer screamed excitedly, and Xiaodonger followed her with her buttocks twisted like a tail, calling her sister in a milky voice~

"hehe……"

Seeing that the two boys were having fun, Yang Qing also felt relieved, looking at the paint that had been piled up in the house, he smiled helplessly.

Money is really hard to earn.

Blend paint, stir... toning...

Half an hour later, before Wang Ming and his brother came, Yang Qing had already finished the paint.

"Qiu'er, Dong'er, come over and bring you a little hat."

"Coming!"

After a while, two cute little painters with white hats were born.

"This small bucket and small brush are for you, you can go there and play with it"

"Swipe and play!"

Xiao Qiu'er looked at the small brush in her hand and the small bucket at her feet, and said excitedly:

"Brother! Is it really possible!"

"all right"

Yang Qing smiled and said: "You guys do it once first, and then brother will do it a second time, it won't be wasted, go ahead"

"Okay!"

Xiao Qiu'er was so excited, she picked up the small bucket, ran to the side and began to brush, and the little milk voice also sang.

"The monk rides a horse with a bang, the monkey catches a monster with a bang, the pig eats a meal, and the rustle takes care of the burden, Xiaobai sleeps with a whimper, we are all obedient and good dolls...

I am drawing a sister, I am drawing Xiaobai, and finally I am drawing Dong Donger, Dong Donger wets the bed, shy..."

Little Donger: (/ω＼)

On the other side, Yang Qing brushed the wall skillfully, and walked away with his hand, enjoying the silky smoothness!

At this moment, he had to sigh with emotion, hanging is really strong!

"Qiu'er, what are you singing?"

"Hee hee... Qiu'er doesn't know, Xiaobai taught me, does it sound good, brother..."

"Sounds good!"

Yang Qing smiled while painting the wall: "Brother will also teach you to sing a song, do you want to learn it?"

"To~"

"Okay, then let's paint the walls non-stop, and then my brother will sing, and you will sing, okay?"

"Mmmm!"

...

"Sister, slow down, it's only nine o'clock, I don't think Yang Qing is here either."

Wang Ying looked at Wang Ming quietly and said, "Didn't you call him Brother Yang yesterday?"

Wang Ming shrank his neck: "He... isn't he here?"

"Being a man must be the same as the outside and the inside"

"Oh, got it"

At nine o'clock, Wang Ying and her brother came to the door of the room. Wang Ming was about to get the key to open the door, but Wang Ying stopped him.

"sister……"

"Quiet, listen!"

The two quietly pricked up their ears.

"Have you learned it?"

"Not yet, hee hee..."

"Haha, then brother will teach you again."

"Okay!"

"Well, it's coming"

"Qiu'er is ready! Hee hee..."

Then a song sounded.

Man: I am a painter

Little milk voice: I am a painter

Man: I have strong painting skills. I want to paint the new house more beautifully...

Xiao Naiyin: I have strong painting skills, I want to paint the new house more beautifully...

The male voice is thick and powerful, but there is a kind of deepness in the slight hoarseness.

The voice of the little milk is sweet and joyful, and the innocence unique to children is penetrated in the ethereal.

The simple melody, the simple singing voice, but Wang Ying was a little stunned for a moment.

"Oh my little nose, it's changed..."