The world's most sassy sweet wife

Yu Ziqing chose a seat by the window. They were on the second floor, not far from the basketball court.

Watching the boys sweat, run, sprint, shoot.

They are synonymous with passionate youth.

Young is so good.

She is about the same age as them, but she always feels that her mentality is relatively old, and she has nothing to talk about with these people.

A man's deep voice came from next to his ear: "Are they as good-looking as me?"

Yu Ziqing glanced at him.

He Xuanchen had already got the answer from her eyes, and said with a smile: "Since you are not as good-looking as me, then what are you looking at?"

Yu Ziqing said angrily, "Are you annoying?"

At this time, the boss brought three bowls of casserole and placed them in front of them.

He Xuanchen picked up the chopsticks and handed them to her: "It's wrong to refuse to communicate, we need to communicate."

Yu Ziqing took the chopsticks and saw her own bowl pushed to her eyes.

When He Xuanchen withdrew his hand, he frowned.

Yu Ziqing asked, "Is it burning?"

"It's okay." He Xuanchen smiled, and stretched out his finger to her lips: "It would be great if someone could blow it up for me."

Yu Ziqing knocked off his hand with chopsticks: "Blowing doesn't work, hurry up and amputate."

He Xuanchen grinned and said, "Do you want to chop me up every day?"

Yu Ziqing glanced at the door, but the teacher hadn't come back yet.

"Eight yuan is not enough, 800 yuan."

He Xuanchen sighed: "Your mouth."

At this time, they saw an old man coming with Fang Jue.

Yu Ziqing recognized at a glance that this was Xia Zhi, a well-known painting master.

He is as famous as Fang Jue.

Yu Ziqing stood up and greeted with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Xia."

He Xuanchen stood up out of politeness, without any emotion in his eyes.

Xia Zhi looked at Yu Ziqing with scorching eyes, and glanced at Fang Jue, feeling envious.

He really wants such a good apprentice!
He looked at the two young men with admiration, and said with a smile: "I invite you to this meal. Although it's not worth a lot of money, let's talk about it and express our heart."

Fang Jue didn't accept this kindness: "You don't need to treat me! You have to return the painting quickly! Last time you came here, I guessed that you must be uneasy and kind, and even took one of my paintings. How can you have the face to do it at your age?" What happened?"

Xia Zhi said with a smile: "You are really narrow-minded, I just took it back to study and study, and I will return it to you. This time I sent the painting, what else can I hide?"

Fang Jue blew his beard and stared: "When you said it last time, I didn't agree to let you take it away!"

Yu Ziqing sighed, these two are worthy of being rivals, even if they quarrel online, they are still pinching each other when they meet.

In the face of the deadly enemy, the master lost his composure.

He Xuanchen urged her in a low voice: "Eat, it will be cold in a while."

Xia Zhi saw two young people each serving a bowl, so he quickly took a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick bucket, put them into the third bowl, and took a bite of vermicelli.

Fang Jue reacted slowly, and said anxiously: "Xia Zhi! Didn't you eat it?"

Xia Zhi said with a smile: "I told you I'm going to treat you, why don't you go and order another bowl!"

He looked at Yu Ziqing again, and said, "Every time I come here, the casserole vermicelli is my favorite. I introduced Lao Fang back then. He knows how to draw every day, but doesn't know how to enjoy life. If he didn't Me, he still makes buns, steamed buns and instant noodles every day."

Yu Ziqing didn't know what to say to express her current mood.

Are these two responsible for making her laugh?
The two great powers are actually like two children.

Should we praise them for their childlike innocence?
Seeing her teacher blushing with anger, Yu Ziqing couldn't stand it anymore.

She pushed the bowl of cabbage vermicelli in casserole in front of He Xuanchen: "Teacher, please eat this bowl, he didn't move."

He Xuanchen looked at her: "..."

Never take him for a human, huh?

How can anyone snatch food from his mouth?

Forget about people, there were two times when dogs robbed him of food, and when he thought about it, he became even angrier.

Yu Ziqing bent his eyes at him: "You're not hungry anyway."

Hurry up and let these two people eat. If they keep arguing, it will not be good for others to see.

The teachers and students of the Academy of Fine Arts knew them, and the principal had to be courteous when they saw them.

This is an image.

Just as He Xuanchen was about to change his face, he felt his hand being pulled, and the hair that was about to explode was suddenly smoothed.

The three of them ate almost enough.

Xia Zhi stopped her chopsticks, looked at Yu Ziqing, and asked, "Son, do you want to be a teacher?"

Yu Ziqing froze for a moment, the question was a bit sudden.

She smiled and shook her head: "I don't want to."

Xia Zhi was surprised and said: "Why? If you have such a good qualification, if you become a teacher, how many children will be blessed."

Yu Ziqing smiled and said, "I'm not that material."

First, no time, second, no energy, third, no patience, and fourth, no great love.

She lacks too many things, she just wants to live her life clearly.

Xia Zhi sighed: "That's a pity."

Fang Jue snorted: "Put away your little thoughts."

Xia Zhi didn't listen to him, and asked, "Ziqing, do you accept disciples?"

Yu Ziqing shook her head and said, "No."

Xia Zhi looked disappointed: "What a pity, what a pity."

Yu Ziqing smiled and said, "What a pity?"

She is not a teacher and does not accept apprentices, so why does it seem like she is going to die young?
Xia Zhi regretted, "Nothing, nothing."

Not far away, Du Weiwei covered her face with a book and said, "I think I know who those two people pretending to be sister Ziqing's apprentices are."

Yu Qisheng didn't care about this topic, and asked, "Who do you think is better at fighting, He Xuanchen or Yu Ziqing?"

Du Weiwei said excitedly: "But I can't tell anyone this secret."

Yu Qisheng asked: "Then what did you tell me?"

Du Weiwei patted him on the shoulder: "You are not from our circle, even if you know, who can you tell?"

Yu Qicheng thought about it too, and suddenly reacted, angrily said:

"Why did you touch me again! Keep your distance!"

Du Weiwei covered his mouth and said in a low voice: "Be quiet, don't let them find out."

She didn't know why she was afraid of being discovered, but she always felt that she knew a big secret, so she felt a little guilty.

Yu Qicheng's ears turned red all the way down, his face and neck were extremely red.

Soft and delicate little hands covered his lips, and the tip of his nose could smell a faint fragrance. I don't know what it is, but it smells good anyway.

The girl's black hair was shiny and smooth, and as she looked around, the ends of her hair gently brushed his face.

Shui Lingling's big eyes blinked and blinked, as if there was a kind of attraction that was about to suck him in.

Yu Qicheng felt his heart beating so fast, it had never been so fast before.

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