Gu Weiwei sent away the photographer's assistant, and sent the selected photos to Mrs. Fu, asking her which one she wanted to keep in the old mansion.

After Mrs. Fu saw it, she immediately called back.

"All the photos were delivered?"

"I just sent it, and I picked out these few to enlarge and frame." Gu Weiwei said.

When Mrs. Fu heard this, she asked with a smile.

"Then when you come over in the evening, can you bring us the rest of the photos?"

With Han Zheng's previous temperament, she thought that she would not see him get married in this life, but now that he is really getting married, of course they can't wait to see what it looks like for him to take wedding photos.

"Okay, then I'll bring it later." Gu Weiwei replied.

Mrs. Fu instructed the maid on the other end of the phone to arrange things, and asked her again.

"Did Han Zheng tell you when he would come back, I called him and didn't answer."

"He said he'd come back when the work was over, and he should be able to come back in the evening." Gu Weiwei said.

"Good, good." Mrs. Fu was relieved when she heard her say that she had been contacted, "You don't have to rush over, the house is still arranged, it's messy, come over when it's dark." ”

"Okay, auntie, you're bothered." Gu Weiwei said gratefully.

"It's all a family, what else do you kid say?" Mrs. Fu smiled, probably because she saw that the maid had arranged the wrong things, and hurriedly said, "I'm still busy here, so let's not talk about it for now." ”

Gu Weiwei hung up the phone and was about to go upstairs when the doorbell rang again.

The maid trotted to open the door, and soon heard the milky voice of the little ingot.

"Wife! Wife! ”

When Gu Weiwei heard the familiar name, she couldn't help but bow down and pick up the child who ran in.

"Little ingot, didn't you say that you won't call your wife anymore?"

The little guy grimaced and pointed to the bear backpack behind his back.

"Yuan Bao brought you a gift."

Gu Weiwei put him down and helped him take the bear backpack off.

The little guy himself clumsily zips up his backpack to take out the present for her.

Yuan Shuo came in after him and said helplessly.

"Little Ingot is in a hurry to come to you, so I'll bring him over first."

After all, as soon as her birthday passes, he will take the little ingots to the Dorance family, and I don't know how long it will be before they meet again.

"It's okay." Gu Weiwei reached out and touched the little ingot's head.

Xiao Yuanbao finally took out the gift box tied with a bow from his bag, held it with both hands and gave it to her.

"Happy birthday."

Gu Weiwei solemnly accepted his gift with both hands and asked.

"Can I take it apart now?"

Xiao Yuan nodded heavily, and said in a milky voice.

"Yes."

Gu Weiwei carefully untied the tied bow, opened the wrapping paper again, and opened the box again.

Finally, the gift was taken out of it.

The gift is a painting, painted by her, and the style of painting is childish but cute and interesting.

The little ingots saw her open, and a pair of eyes flickered and blinked.

"Do you have porridge?"

"I like it, I like it very much, thank you little ingots for giving me such a great gift." Gu Weiwei thanked happily.

After Yuan Shuo saw it, he whispered.

"It took him five drawings to get his satisfaction."

Gu Weiwei stretched out her hand and hugged the little ingot, and thanked her again.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

This was the simplest gift she had ever received, but for the three-year-old little ingot, it was already full of all his sincerity and sincerity.