Cheating father and cute baby: Daddy, Mommy has turned black!

Qiao Yijian had already reserved a seat at the clubhouse.

When Zeng Qi came over, he was the one who gave his name.

At this moment, the three of them entered the private room one after another. Qiao Yixian called the waiter in first and ordered the food.

The waiter served tea, and Qiao Yijian and Zeng Qi chatted about each other's situation during this time.

Xu Zhi sat on the edge drinking tea and didn't say much.

Zeng Qi talked to Qiao Yixian for a while, then raised his eyes and glanced at Xu Zhi.

Qiao Yixian looked over and shook his head.

She didn't want to participate in today's dinner, if Zeng Qi hadn't come out, Qiao Yijian thought, no matter how much he persuaded her, she would still have to leave.

Seeing this, Zeng Qi frowned.

During the previous phone call, Qiao Yijian mentioned that Xu Zhi had good painting skills.

He was born in art, and later changed careers. He wanted to open his own brand studio, but he couldn't find a good partner.

For many people, making clothes may be a whim, just draw two strokes at will, and print a pattern that you think is good on the same T-shirt like graffiti, it is called design, it is called creativity, and you can call yourself a designer.

But Zeng Qi didn't think so.

There are so many big brands abroad, flaunting their uniqueness and hand-made customization.

He also wants Huaguo to have a brand that can compete with those big names.

A brand that competes on the creative and artistic levels.

The cultural heritage of Huaguo is no less than that of any other country. Why can't our country produce a brand that can represent our own national culture and is sought after by people?

He doesn't want to be a dealer who simply sells clothes. What's the difference between that and an Internet celebrity?
Zeng Qi wants to use clothing as a starting point to lay out his career map and become a fashion brand in his own country.

And it's just him alone, obviously there is no way to complete this matter.

His plan had already started several years ago, but he didn't do it for a long time because he never found a suitable partner for him.

After Qiao Yijian mentioned Xu Zhi to him, Zeng Qi went out of his way to find information about Xu Zhi.

She once won gold medals in painting and design in foreign countries, and she could have made great achievements, but she encountered personal emotional Waterloo, so that the star fell before it could shine in the sky.

Zeng Qi did a good job, and he also specially went to see Xu Zhi's award-winning works at that time. At the first glance, he decided to take this person under his command.

That's why he spared time and promised Qiao Yijian to meet Xu Zhi.

But it seems that she doesn't really want to cooperate with him.

"Miss Xu used to learn painting? I don't know if it's oil painting or traditional Chinese painting."

Xu Zhi, who was drinking tea, was suddenly called by his name.

She looked up.

Qiao Yijian didn't expect Zeng Qi to speak directly.

He hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I told Aqi what happened before you."

Xu Zhi forced a smile: "It's okay."

She lowered her eyes, her refusal to answer was obvious.

Zeng Qi frowned.

He's stubborn, especially when it comes to causes that matter to him.

Just as he was about to chase after Xu Zhi to ask questions, Qiao Yixian glanced at him.

"I've seen the award-winning painting by Ms. Xu. It's very good. It can be seen that Ms. Xu has studied both oil painting and ink painting, and she is proficient. I also have a little research on painting, so I want to learn from Ms. Xu."

"Aki!"

Qiao Yijian slightly emphasized his tone and called out to him.

Xu Zhi got up, her complexion had faded slightly, but she looked calm on the surface.

She forced a smile: "Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

Get up and go outside.

Seeing that she was walking in a hurry, Zeng Qi looked at Qiao Yiqian in puzzlement: "This is..."

Qiao Yijian sighed: "She hasn't painted for a long time, and you have read reports about her. For a woman, such an experience is not easy to overcome."

Zeng Qi nodded thoughtfully.

"However, I think her aura is not lacking."

"Whether a person has a future in creation, I can tell with just one glance."

He said: "Ah, this Miss Xu, I am determined to win!"

Qiao Yijian smiled: "I'm afraid it's not easy."

"Talents, if they can be easily recruited, they can't be called talents!"

Zeng Qi waved his hands indifferently, with a little joy on his face.

He looked at Qiao Yixian and blinked his eyes: "Let's not talk about me, let's talk about you. You treat this Miss Xu very unusually."

Qiao was saving money but smiled and said nothing.

Zeng Qi said: "The iron tree of ten thousand years is about to bloom?"

Qiao Yixian shook his head: "Don't talk nonsense."

He pursed his lips and glanced at the door: "She feels very strange to me. If you say it is the attraction between men and women, it is better to say it is respect and harmony."

He couldn't tell, but every time he saw Xu Zhi injured, his desire to protect her would be ready to explode.

He couldn't let others hurt her.

"You are too reserved. The so-called respect is just an excuse for self-comfort that you haven't won the woman's heart yet."

Zeng Qi patted him on the shoulder: "This is the first time you have brought the opposite sex to meet me, which shows how much she holds in your heart."

"You are not young anymore, I really like it, so work harder!"

Qiao Yijian and Zeng Qi were chatting in the room, Xu Zhi came out in a hurry and went to the bathroom.

She used to love painting, and loved a silky white canvas, which was dyed with color little by little under her sway, and it was full of vitality.

She loves the wholehearted devotion when creating, and even more loves the bright picture when she finishes writing.

However, all of this, at the moment when she was in prison and severed the artery with a knife, had all gone.

The water rushing out of the hose soaked her white fingertips.

It also submerged the scars on her wrists that had faded to the point of being barely noticeable after surgery.

However, the scar can be removed by medical means, but the lost ability can never come back.

With this hand of hers, it is no longer possible to pick up a paintbrush.

Her right hand is useless.

Xu Zhi took a deep breath, as the cold wind passed through his chest, it was very cold.

Her fingers were cold, and when the cold water subsided again, she drew her hand back.

He took the paper from the side, slowly wiped the tips of his slender fingers, then rolled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

She was very calm, as if nothing had happened, as if her heart wouldn't hurt at all.

But the slightly staggering steps still revealed the pain and weakness in her heart.

Pushing open the bathroom door and coming out, Xu Zhi put his cold hands on his face, wanting to go back.

After walking a few steps, a door on the side of the corridor suddenly opened, and a pair of powerful arms stretched out from inside, wrapped around her waist, and dragged her in without any explanation.