Gu Xiqiao was very satisfied with Hua Youlin's change, at least he was no longer as gloomy as before.

"I don't know how to do this question." Hua Youlin bit his pen.

Dalin came over and saw the last comprehensive question on the physics paper, "This question has exceeded the standard, and I haven't done it."

"What should I do? I didn't understand what the teacher said in class." Hua Youlin frowned even deeper.

Hearing this sentence, Dalin couldn't help but look through his test paper and found that Hua Youlin's practice was basically blank. "Aren't you? You haven't done so many questions, why don't you ask people?"

"Ask who?" Hua Youlin looked at the squatting at his feet and laughed, "Ask it?"

"Sister Gu," Dalin didn't know what to say about him, "You don't ask such a good teacher, it's really a waste of talent!"

"She knows these?" Hua Youlin hesitated. He knew that Gu Xiqiao would draw on a daily basis. He should be an artist. Can an artist understand these?

Da Lin's expression became a little serious, "She is very awesome."

Hearing this sentence, Hua Youlin's heart moved, "Better than your brother?"

Dalin was struggling for a while, then said, "It's a little bit more spicy than my brother."

Through these days, Hua Youlin naturally knew that Dalin blindly admired his brother, and his brother was the most powerful in the world. However, at this time, he actually heard him say that his brother was not as powerful as Gu Xiqiao. Hua Youlin was very surprised. He looked up at Gu Xiqiao who came out with fruits, "Sister Gu, I don't know how to do it."

"Which?" Gu Xiqiao picked up his paper and saw the last blank.

She could do the physics questions in junior high school with her toes. She drew them two or three times and handed them to Hua Youlin. Then she remembered that he had just entered junior high school, so she softened her voice and started to explain.

Her voice was very soft, and her elegant face was like a piece of fair jade, spotless, and her sentences were very simple and humorous. She understood what Gu Xiqiao said at once.

There was a sound from the other side of the stairs.

As soon as the few people looked up, they saw Jiang Shuxuan who was going downstairs.

"Brother Jiang, you're awake." Gu Xiqiao smiled at him.

Jiang Shuxuan nodded, Mo Hei's eyes glanced at them, and then he saw the two people close together.

Hua Youlin straightened his back and said with a serious look on his face, "Sister Gu, I have no other problems." In fact, there were still a bunch of blank spaces in the book.

"That's OK." Gu Xiqiao stood up, took the Haha at his feet away, and sat at the dining table.

Jiang Shuxuan has finished washing and is having a meal.

"Brother Jiang, I'm going out later." Gu Xiqiao touched the haha ​​Mao and suddenly spoke.

"Well, wait until I finish eating." This is to go out with her.

Halfway through the meal, he suddenly looked up, "Didn't you ever planned to hold an art exhibition when you were in City N? Do you still want to?"

Every painting she paints is exquisite and ingenious. It should not be kept at home and covered with dust.

The exhibition was held. It happened when she painted Yu Man before. At that time, the director of the Academy of Fine Arts wanted to use her painting to participate in the competition, but she refused.

"The paintings are a little bit small, but you can do it with a few people." The clear eyes bent, and the tied hair slid to the cheeks, making the eyebrows and eyes look picturesque and the skin as white as snow.

Jiang Shuxuan suddenly reached out and put her ink behind her back. Her slightly cool fingers inevitably touched her delicate and smooth face.

He lowered his hand, feeling the fingers were getting hot.

The place where Gu Xiqiao was going to be large and close, so Jiang Shuxuan didn't drive, so they took a black umbrella and went there.

Under the erosion of heavy rain, there are very few pedestrians on the road, and even if there are, they are extremely embarrassed. The wind is uncertain, and it is inevitable that rain will splash on your body, and the traces are all in a hurry. I don’t want to stay in the heavy rain for an extra second.

Only these two figures were calm and elegant, as clear as jade. Their faces were not visible under the hazy rain curtain. Even if it was just like this, it was hard to hide their charm. I felt that the sound of rain around me gradually became smaller, and the originally gray and misty sky became brighter.

"Uncle Tai, do you think it looks like it?" Not far behind the two, the man sitting in a wheelchair was soft, but his expression was a little confused.

The middle-aged uncle held up an umbrella to block the rain floating from all sides, "I can't see that I haven't seen the eldest lady for many years."

Baili Bin sighed, "I forgot that you have been taking care of the inheritance base later."

He looked at the two figures that were gradually fading away, and Junya's eyebrows frowned and her voice murmured, "It really looks like it."

"Let's go."

Uncle Tai pushed Baili Bin toward the community. Before leaving, he turned around, but could not see the two figures.

b.

Chen Nianzhi walked out of the director's office and was in a daze. She had an umbrella in her hand, but she didn't stretch it open, allowing the rain to wet herself, and she fell down with tears.

"Chen Nianzhi, I don't know why the director gave me this opportunity. I'm so sorry." Her roommate chased her in front of her with a beautiful umbrella, saying sorry words, but his eyes were full of mockery.

After admiring Chen Nianzhi's expression for a while, the roommate left here with an umbrella and proudly stepped on his high heels.

Chen Nianzhi slowly held up his umbrella and walked out of here.

"Miss Meng, the matter is done." In the office, a middle-aged man walked into the compartment and replied respectfully to the person inside.

"Very good." The man turned around, his eyes shining with a sarcastic light.

She wanted to see, what is character in the face of interests? Did she still stick to her ideas?

Chen Nianzhi was so busy that he was in water. It wasn’t because of Grandpa Sima’s care. Now, without all this, let’s see if she would kneel down and beg her!

Meng Yufan curled his cold lips, his eyes flashed, and the painting, sooner or later...
Chapter completed!