"Didn't I tell you before that my family is not easy to deal with?" Jin Meihe also whispered in his ear. Look at the monkey? Jin Meihe thinks the monkey is much cuter than him.
Xiao Yimo was ashamed. This was not easy to deal with. It was simply a tough battle, much more thrilling than his participation in the design competition.
His mother went abroad when he was very young, and his father has always been unlucky. He has lived alone with his younger brother since he was a child. Because his mother became pregnant out of wedlock, he has long lost contact with his grandfather and uncles.
Therefore, in his living environment, except for his mother who only appeared a few times a year, and his younger brother who depended on each other, Xiao Yimo was a little overwhelmed by so many eager relatives.
Everyone looked at the two people lowering their heads and whispering. They all thought that the two of them had a great relationship. No wonder, this posture and movement did look a bit ambiguous.
"What does Xiao Yimo do?"
Xiao Yimo took a look and his mind quickly turned, who is this aunt??
"The one who makes clothes." Xiao Yimo thought for a moment. She seemed to be an aunt. She kept an elegant smile on her face and answered politely.
"A clothes maker?" The eldest aunt's face turned obviously gloomy.
The aunt who makes clothes? Tailor? She glared at Jin Meihe who was sitting next to Xiao Yimo. This girl, who so boldly said that she wanted to find a boyfriend, should she find a tailor?
Apparently Jin Meihe had seen through her aunt's idea. She was a clothes maker? Thanks to the way he said it, couldn't he find a nice word to describe his own profession? He usually doesn't talk very arrogantly about what he is a designer.
How many awards have he won, and how much status he has in the global designer community?
Where has the usual temperament gone? Where has it gone?
"Aunt, he is a fashion designer," Jin Meihe explained, and secretly pinched Xiao Yimo's lower back with one hand, causing him to grin.
"What's better than being a fashion designer? It's better to be an engineer," Jin Meihe's aunt said coolly.
Jin Meihe rolled her eyes at the ceiling. What her aunt was talking about was the engineer who went out without cash, only with his card, with his pants raised above his navel, and his hair in two-quarter lengths?
Oh Maga, kill her. If she sees that man on the street again, or somewhere, I don’t guarantee that she will go up and give him a slap in the face. It’s really affecting the appearance of the city.
She knew that her family was not that easy to deal with. In their eyes, only those who work in government agencies, institutions, or large enterprises are called jobs and careers.
Just look at her cousins-in-law, one is an engineer, one is a software development technician, and one is a government civil servant. They all have serious jobs and serious careers.
But why didn’t she see her brothers-in-law dressed as well as the engineer she had a blind date with a few days ago? Jin Meihe couldn’t help but feel sad in her heart.