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The computer has been put into the study, Bai Yan smiled sweetly said: "Mommy, thank you for helping me, but I don't need you anymore, I will do it myself in the back."

"Okay, I'll clean up the room first."

Bai Yao came out of the study, and she was very relieved that the little guy was pricking the computer.I remember when he first took care of her computer, she thought he was still young and played with what computer, but when he used her computer to operate it, she understood everything.

Although she did not know who the father of the child was, there was no denying that her son was a genius among geniuses.

Of course, she didn’t know what the child was doing with the computer, but she knew that he had always been a measured child, so she bought it for him.

I just didn't expect him to have five at once, and then she just had a little savings, thinking that she usually didn't have time to spend with her children, and she bought it for him.

However, she also agreed with him that she could not play too long, otherwise the computer would be withdrawn.

This time he said that he would also bring the computer back, because too much is too heavy, it is really a bit troublesome, she said it is better to buy some here, but he said that his computer is useful, can not be changed.

So she had to follow him too.

In the library.

The little guy is proficient in connecting the computer and then quickly starting it up.

After he entered his account, he began his work.

Yes, he has a job too.

Oh, hey?What is it?Looking for talented children, help with galleries?

He clicked in, and quickly memorized the number, and then punched it.

Bai Yao was upstairs, heard the ringing of the machine in the living room, some accidents, are so late, who came back to call?

“Scully, pick up the phone.”

“All right.”

White is already on the plane.

“Hello, is it at the White House?”

“Hello, I’m the sun, please...”

"I'm from the Sheilde Studio, you've sent us your paintings before, we'd like to open a gallery for you, please ask your parents are there?"

The white man had to get the white language down.

A white-language face looked at him strangely: “What are you doing?”

"You'll know later."He looks like a mysterious one.

She answered the phone, heard the inside of the narrative, and looked suspiciously at the white dawn.

His small head was always on.

"Okay, I know."

Hanging up the phone, the little guy was particularly interested and asked, “How, did they agree?”

“Why didn’t you tell Mommy about opening the gallery?”

"It costs a lot of money to open a gallery, Mommy, you've been throwing money on me since I was born, and I don't want you to help me out so much."

“You are my mother’s son!”

“I know, how nice of me to get someone to sponsor?”Moreover, some of the money I get can be subsidized by the family, and others can be sent to the welfare home to help the children, is this not two things in one fell swoop?”

The white language laughed in frustration.

Her son has always been so understanding.

"Well, there's something I need Mommy to help, though, Mommy's busy first."

“All right.”

Turn day.

Arriving at the city’s economic center, she was shocked by the development of her hometown five years later.