The world's most sassy sweet wife

Du Weiwei's creative thinking is becoming more and more unrestrained, and the atmosphere is well set off.

Du Weiwei said in a low voice: "I've finished all the jobs that Chang Song sent me, and he hasn't sent any new ones yet. So I just took a chance."

Yu Ziqing looked at the screen with cold eyes, and said softly, "There are a lot of problems."

Du Weiwei's expression changed, and she said in shock: "Really? Could it be that I haven't improved my foundation after working for a few days, but even regressed?"

For some reason, Yu Ziqing felt that this picture made her feel a little restless.

The more I watched, the more irritable I became.

"There are some problems with the human body, let's practice single people first. Either male or female. This is easier to master. In short, don't draw more than two people."

After she finished speaking, she didn't bother to take another look, and turned to leave.

Du Weiwei stared at her painting and fell into self-doubt: "Really? Is it that bad? Is my human body structure so bad? But I draw CP, only a single person, how can I reflect the sense of CP..."

She wanted to ask for praise.

With her as a stormtrooper, others are also bold.

"Juju, can you also help me take a look?"

"I want too!"

"And I!"

Yu Ziqing agreed in order to divert attention.

Besides, she saw the sincere desire in their faces, so she was willing to help.

This was not a difficult task for her.

She declared: "Let me tell you first, I'm just expressing my own opinion, not the truth. If you think I'm wrong, you don't have to listen."

The big guy shouted excitedly: "What Ju Ju said is right!"

No one knew what Chang Baiyuan had experienced in the office, these people were studying besides work.

Among the dozen or so colleagues, some were older than Yu Ziqing, and some were younger than her.

They all yearn for guidance from their idols.

Even a sentence or two is enough for them to use for a lifetime.

"The composition is messed up, practice sketching more, it's better to go out and sketch."

"The color sense is good, but the foundation of the human body is a little weaker. Practice human body sketching."

"Your sketching relationship needs a boost."

Yu Ziqing spent half an hour pointing out everyone's most obvious problems.

"You can communicate with each other about your weak parts, and let people who are good at this part give you advice."

Small class time is over.

Everyone has more to say, and everyone has only 3 minutes of time.

"Woooooo... When will Juju give us a small class! I really like Juju's lectures."

"Xuan! I heard that Ju Ju never accepts apprentices, and he has no plans to accept apprentices in the future."

"It's such a pity. If Juju were my teacher, I would definitely not play games or touch fish, and just do my homework obediently."

At this time.

Chang Song found Yu Ziqing and whispered, "Sister."

Yu Ziqing nodded and walked to the office.

Chang Song followed behind and whispered, "Sister, don't worry about what my dad says."

Yu Ziqing looked back at him and asked curiously, "Don't you care about your company?"

Chang Song has always been indifferent to his family's Chang Group.

Logically speaking, if Chang Jifeng was driven away, Chang Song would be Chang's successor.

But he didn't care much about it.

Chang Song sighed: "I know that I am not capable enough to manage such a large company. The most important thing is that I don't like to be in management, I just want to do a good job in the studio."

Yu Ziqing smiled and said, "No ambition."

Why are the children of rich families she knows so free and easy?

Su Yan is like this.

The same is true of Chang Song.

Just imagine, if she was Chang Song, seeing what originally belonged to her being taken away, she would absolutely snatch it back.

That's why she got Yu Shi step by step.

Chang Song smiled foolishly: "I also have my own dreams."

Yu Ziqing poked him on the forehead: "You can't keep your own things, so you still talk about dreams?"

Chang Song said aggrievedly, "But I can't help it. My dad asked me to go back to the company, but I know that I am not Chang Jifeng's opponent at all."

Yu Ziqing smiled wryly.

This is indeed a fact.

Chang Song said: "Sister, the Chang family is in chaos and there is no way out. My dad just won't give up, so you can cut him off. I just want him to be healthy, and stop worrying about these things."

Yu Ziqing asked suspiciously: "You have such a big family business, do you really let it go?"

Chang Song sighed: "I can't control it. Chang Jifeng is not alone, he has someone behind him to support him. At this point, the fight is nothing but capital. I don't have that much capital, and neither does my father."

Yu Ziqing had a new question in her mind.

Chang Baiyuan was just recovering from a serious illness. When he held a charity gala, it was said that someone supported him behind his back.

Why is it not supported now?

But she didn't ask.

Since she doesn't want to help, it's better not to inquire so much.

The two returned to the office.

Chang Baiyuan was sitting on the sofa, he had already changed into Chang Song's casual clothes, his personal image obviously didn't match the style of the clothes.

His complexion and lip color have improved a lot. Although he is very pale, the bruise has faded a lot.

Yu Ziqing asked, "How do you feel?"

Chang Baiyuan said gratefully: "It's much better. Thank you Mrs. He. You saved me again."

Yu Ziqing checked his pulse, and the toxin was removed little by little under the effect of the detoxification pill.

"Let Chang Song take you back to rest. But I suggest that you don't go home or go to the company."

Chang Song said: "Understood. I will take my dad to another residence."

Chang Baiyuan looked at Yu Ziqing worriedly: "Mrs. He, I hope you can think about it again. Although the Chang family is a mess now, but the background is not bad."

Chang Song said anxiously: "Dad!"

Yu Ziqing looked at the two father and son, they were really biological.

There is an inexplicable similarity in personality.

Chang Baiyuan didn't shy away from his son this time, and continued to persuade Yu Ziqing: "I only have 30% of the shares in my hand now, and I will give you all of it. I only hope that you will drive Chang Jifeng out of the Chang family. From now on, the Chang family will be with us. Home is okay, it's yours."

Chang Song looked shocked: "Dad, aren't you looking for an old Chinese doctor?"

Chang Baiyuan smiled and said, "Father gave up a long time ago. I know that road won't work, and I'm sorry for you and your sister."

Chang Song breathed a sigh of relief, his father finally figured it out, which is great.

"Dad, then leave Chang's alone."

Chang Baiyuan smiled wryly and said, "Ms. Chang is my child, just like you. How can I just sit and watch others ruin me?"

"Do you remember? When you were a child and drew pictures, the aunt at home cleaned the room and threw your graffiti into the trash can, and was dragged away by the garbage truck. You cried for a whole day."

Chang Song was stunned for a moment, and his thoughts returned to his childhood.

He somewhat missed that time: "Of course I remember, you went to the trash can and helped me find it later."

He remembered that when his father came home, he was dirty and smelly.

But he didn't feel sorry for his father. Seeing that he had found the painting, he snatched it and went back to his room.

From that day on, my father didn't let others touch anything in his room, even if it was garbage, he couldn't move it.

When he was young, his father would often tease him about it.

Chang Baiyuan sighed: "You let Dad give up years of hard work and watched him being trampled and destroyed by others, you might as well kill me."

Chang Song fell silent.

I always thought that my father loved money the most in his life, so he didn't care about anything else.

For making money, for profit, for reputation.

He can stay up for three days and three nights and hold meetings in the company.

He could have a fever of [-] degrees, his face would turn pale from stomach ailments, and his forehead would break out in sweat without taking a break.

Chang Song found that he had overlooked one point, the Chang family was his father's painstaking effort.

He couldn't feel this feeling before, but now that he has his own studio, he can understand this feeling.

Even if Lu Yuying traded gold and silver for him, he didn't want to trade it.

Maybe some people would, but he wouldn't.

Chang Baiyuan looked at Yu Ziqing, "Mrs. He, please help me."

Chang Song could understand his father, but he still didn't agree with this matter, and persuaded: "It's okay if it succeeds, Chang's follow-up can create income for my sister. If it fails, what do we have to pay back?"