The world's most sassy sweet wife

He Xuanchen saw that she didn't care, and his answer was extremely casual, and he closed the car door angrily.

Yu Ziqing blew on the broken hair on her forehead, and asked softly, "Is there anything else? If there is nothing else, I'll leave first."

He Xuanchen locked the car window, stared at her face with a pair of phoenix eyes, and said with an evil smile, "Want to leave?"

Yu Ziqing rolled his eyes at him, "What do you want?"

more than an hour later.

Yu Ziqing did not expect that He Xuanchen would bring her to Jiangcheng Academy of Fine Arts.

She was planning to come over before she saw Nan Rong.

Arriving downstairs in Fang Jue's studio, He Xuanchen got out of the car and opened the trunk, and took out a large rectangular cardboard box from it.

Yu Ziqing asked curiously, "What is this?"

He Xuanchen smiled at her, "I'll find out in a while."

The two went upstairs and found that Fang Jue was seriously painting.

Jiang Hongbo should go to class.

The two tacitly wanted to leave the studio together, when Fang Jue just put down his pen.

Seeing them, Fang Jue stood up in surprise, "Ziqing, Xuanchen, why are you here?"

Why are these two children here again?
Fang Jue looked at Yu Ziqing appreciatively, and said three good things in a row, "Okay! You are a good boy! I didn't expect you to be so talented in painting."

In the past two days, the organizers have uploaded all the videos of the competition to the Internet, causing quite a stir.

In particular, Yu Ziqing's 12-hour self-certification video has more than 20 billion views worldwide.

In the video, she made every stroke firmly, her cold eyes, and her speech made countless fans excited.

Yu Ziqing pursed her lips, "Thank you teacher for the compliment."

In fact, after the game was over, she didn't take it seriously.

Fang Jue asked with concern, "How is it now, have you recovered?"

Yu Ziqing nodded, "It's nothing to worry about, teacher, don't worry."

Fang Jue was very pleased, and said with a smile, "It's really good!"

He Xuanchen coughed, attracting the attention of the master and apprentice.

Only then did Fang Jue realize it, and said with a smile, "Xuan Chen, you're here too."

He Xuanchen handed over the cardboard box, "Grandpa Fang, take a look and see if this is the painting you lost."

Fang Jue's expression froze for a moment, and even Yu Ziqing's expression was startled.

"Found it?" Yu Ziqing looked at He Xuanchen excitedly.

Fang Jue's own portrait of her mother!

It was because of this painting that she became attached to Fang Jue, and it was a regret in her heart that she had not been able to see the real work.

She thought she would never see her again.

Even Fang Jue thought so, so he was also surprised.

He Xuanchen nodded, and said softly, "But I don't know if it's the original one that was lost."

Fang Jue carefully opened the box, and the portrait lying inside was no different from the one on display in the art gallery.

The only difference is that there is no extra little yellow dot on this painting.

Fang Jue stroked the picture frame excitedly. His trembling hands wanted to touch the cheek of the person in the picture, but he thought it was inappropriate, so he retracted again.

His eyes were filled with tears, and his vision instantly blurred.

He wiped the corners of his eyes with the clean corner of his apron, and said with a choked voice, "Ziqing, help me to see if it's my picture."

Yu Ziqing could understand Fang Jue's feeling of regaining what was lost, it was like a dream, she couldn't believe it.

She looked at the mother's soft gaze in the painting, the corners of her lips were raised, and her eyes were moist.

"Yes." She took a deep breath and suppressed her tears.

Seeing that her eyes were red, He Xuanchen felt as if he had been hit by something, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Fang Jue nodded, "Yes!"

He picked up the painting and handed it to Yu Ziqing, "Ziqing, the teacher gave you this painting."

Yu Ziqing was very surprised, and refused, "No, this is your 18 years of hard work, and you finally got it back, how can you give it to me?"

Fang Jue smiled calmly, "As my student, you won a prize in the competition. The teacher wants to send you a gift to congratulate you. I painted your mother, so I should give it to you. The meaning of this painting is to me , not by my side, but let it stay where it should be. Now I think it is best for you to keep it."

Yu Ziqing was a little embarrassed. This painting was a priceless treasure to Fang Jue, and it was the same to her.

She really likes this painting, firstly, it is the work of her idol Fang Jue, and secondly, the person in the painting is her mother.

Fang Jue said with a smile, "I've already completed it, my mission is over. Now handing it over to you, isn't it a kind of fulfillment for me?"

Yu Ziqing pursed her lips, making the last thought struggle.

Of course she wanted it, but there was always a feeling of being unloved.

He Xuanchen said softly, "Take it."

Yu Ziqing glanced at him, finally made up her mind to take the painting, and solemnly said to Fang Jue, "Thank you, teacher."

She didn't have a picture of her mother.

I can find many film and television works of my mother on the Internet, but there are no photos of my mother's life, or photos of her and her mother together.

For some reason, she suddenly looked at He Xuanchen.

I remembered the portrait that He Xuanchen asked her to draw for his mother...

Fang Jue was in a particularly good mood, which was double happiness for him.

"Xuan Chen, you must have spent a lot of manpower and material resources in finding the painting for Grandpa Fang. You must have spent a lot of effort to clear up the relationship. Make a request to Grandpa. As long as I can do it, I will satisfy you." Fang Jue never Will owe others, whether it is money or favors.

He Xuanchen glanced at Yu Ziqing and found that her attention was still on the painting.

He pursed his lips, "Grandpa Fang, can I appoint someone from among your apprentices to draw a portrait of me?"

Yu Ziqing raised her eyes to look at He Xuanchen, and saw that the latter curled his lips towards her.

Yu Ziqing suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Fang Jue said with a hearty smile, "Of course. If you want money, I'm a little embarrassed. After all, you don't have as much money as you. It's okay to draw a picture."

"Which of my apprentices do you want to paint for you? I suggest Hongbo. The others are not in Jiangcheng. They fly around all day, and they haven't seen anyone for a year."

Fang Jue picked Yu Ziqing out on purpose.

However, He Xuanchen pointed at Yu Ziqing and smiled charmingly, "It's her."

Fang Jue: "..."

Yu Ziqing: "..." This person is really good at picking.

Fang Jue glanced at Yu Ziqing in embarrassment, and said, "Xuan Chen, how about I draw for you myself?"

Like a wayward child, He Xuanchen said stubbornly, "If I can't make Grandpa Fang, I'll just look for her. I'm at the competition this time, and I know her ability better. I believe she can draw a painting that satisfies me." .”

Fang Jue was speechless again, if the child hadn't helped him so much, he would have chased people away with a broom.

He knew that Yu Ziqing didn't want to get involved with He Xuanchen, so he deliberately refused for her.

But just now I have sworn to make a promise, and now it seems disrespectful to go back on it.