The world's most sassy sweet wife

Du Weiwei walked up to Yu Ziqing proudly, and asked, "Why are you here? Can you sit in this seat? Stand up for me!"

The whole studio began to whisper, put down the brush, and concentrate on eating melons.

There is nothing more exciting and eye-catching than two peerless beauties quarreling and tearing each other up.

Yu Ziqing put away her phone and raised her eyebrows, "Is this your home?"

The girl with a better relationship with Du Weiwei wanted to come over to remind Du Weiwei, but she pushed her away.

Du Weiwei looked like she was about to come up and tear Yu Ziqing apart, "This is the teacher's seat, who are you? Why do you enter the school? Why do you sit here?"

Yu Ziqing knew that on the one hand, Du Weiwei was deliberately finding fault because this seat was the default exclusive position, and on the other hand, she was angry because of the previous incident.

The boy next to Du Weiwei said with a good-natured look, "Beauty, Weiwei is in a bad mood, don't worry about it. Otherwise, go out for a while, and let's talk about it after she calms down."

Yu Ziqing would not let her go because the other party was two or three years younger than her.

She crossed her legs and sat firmly on the chair, "She loses her temper with me when she's in a bad mood? Why don't you let her go out to bask in the sun and come back when she calms down?"

The melon eaters almost screamed.

Finally, someone dared to challenge Du Weiwei!
At this time, a girl hurried over to pull Du Weiwei, and reminded her in a low voice, "She was brought here by Teacher Jiang, so don't quarrel with her."

Du Weiwei was stunned for a moment, and then mocked, "It seems that you are good at attracting bees and attracting butterflies, and you are also good at picking men, and you only pick the good ones. Tell me, how much money will I give you so that you can stay away from Chang Song?"

Yu Ziqing chuckled softly, "You are serious. Why don't you tell me how much you think he is worth?"

Du Weiwei snorted, and suddenly had another idea, she said, "Otherwise, if we compete, whoever loses will quit!"

Yu Ziqing asked with a smile, "Compared to what? Who pays more? Sorry, I won't accompany you."

She doesn't have this kind of leisure.

Du Weiwei rolled her eyes and asked, "Can you draw?"

Yu Ziqing nodded, "A little bit."

Du Weiwei was overjoyed, afraid that she would say no, she said loudly, "Okay! Then it's like painting!"

Yu Ziqing hesitated a bit. If she started to write, she might expose her vest.

Everyone has their own little habit of painting. This is unconscious, and ordinary people may not be able to see it, but professional painters, such as Jiang Hongbo or Fang Jue, can definitely observe it.

To Du Weiwei, her hesitation was just fear.

Du Weiwei became more confident, "What? Don't dare to compare with me? If you just admit defeat, it's not impossible."

The boy next to her also began to persuade, "Beauty, Weiwei is very good, and her professional course is the first in the whole year. I don't know if you are a student here, but in order to avoid embarrassment when meeting in the future, why don't you take the initiative to quit?"

The crowd eating melons also looked at Yu Ziqing with sympathy. They didn't think Yu Ziqing could win.

However, they are also willing to see this competition, what if, what if Du Weiwei loses?

Du Weiwei's family background is prominent, and in the process of interpersonal communication, she has a high vision, and many people can't catch her eyes.

Therefore, many people have objections to her, expecting her to be severely slapped in the face, so as not to be arrogant every day, as if the whole world has to revolve around her.

Yu Ziqing curled her lips, "What do you draw? What method do you use?"

Du Weiwei sarcastically said, "What kind of painting? It sounds like you are an all-round painter. Do you think you are Professor Fang?"

Fang Jue's title is Professor, and the students would call him Professor Fang when they saw him.

Yu Ziqing smiled faintly, "I have learned a little bit about every style of painting."

Maybe it's the obsession with not having been to school, so when she learns something, she always falls into a state of obsession, and the more she learns, the more she feels that she can't finish it.

Especially when she decided to take the path of painting, she dabbled in all the relevant art knowledge.

But she still felt that she had only scratched the surface.

In the process of learning, she made different choices, and finally became the current illustrator Dark Gray.

Du Weiwei was even more disdainful, "A person like you who has high eyesight but low abilities and doesn't focus on everything, even if you are given another ten years, you will not be able to learn anything."

At this moment, Jiang Hongbo had received He Xuanchen.

"Mr. He, the teacher is in a meeting with the principal, you may have to wait a while, shall I take you up to the fifth floor?" Jiang Hongbo asked politely.

He Xuanchen nodded slightly, "There is no other urgent matter, the missing painting has some clues, I will come over and talk to him in person."

As soon as they reached the third floor, they heard chaotic sounds from a certain studio.

Jiang Hongbo looked surprised. Normally, such a situation would not happen, unless that Du Weiwei was present.

The noisy studio was right next to the stairs, and He Xuanchen glanced casually, and saw the always stunning figure.

Jiang Hongbo also saw what was going on in the room, but he didn't expect that Du Weiwei and Junior Sister would fight after he left for a while.

Did these two know each other before?
Little Junior Sister doesn't seem like the kind of girl who bluffs, and she probably won't take the initiative to provoke others.

"Mr. He, I'll take you to the fifth floor first." He didn't forget that he was accompanied by a CEO who couldn't be neglected.

He Xuanchen stood outside the door, looked at Yu Ziqing's serious expression, and smiled lightly, "Don't worry about me."

Just as Jiang Hongbo was about to go in to stop the situation from developing, he was stopped by He Xuanchen in a low voice.

"Don't disturb them." He Xuanchen said with interest.

He was very curious about what surprise Yu Ziqing would give him this time.

Yu Ziqing looked calm, "Tell me, what to draw?"

A trace of pride flashed in Du Weiwei's eyes, "I won't bully you either, there is no limit to the painting method, we will just draw Chang Song's head."

Yu Ziqing nodded, "Yes."

Jiang Hongbo was a little nervous. According to his teacher, the junior sister hadn't been to school much.

Although the teacher accepted her as a student, she knew that the teacher was a master, but she still didn't come over.

Maybe she has only the slightest interest in painting, and she even agreed casually.

It's too bad for such a junior sister to play against No.1 in the whole grade of professional class.

Du Weiwei said, "Okay! Then the time limit is 30 minutes! When the time comes, we will let the students present vote!"

Yu Ziqing looked around and asked, "Excuse me, has anyone brought watercolor materials? Can you lend me some?"

She did have painting materials in her space, but it was inconvenient to take them out.

At this time, a shy boy took his own watercolor tools and said, "You can use mine."

Yu Ziqing smiled at him, then said, "Thank you."

The boy's face flushed instantly: "No need."

After speaking, he ran away quickly.

Du Weiwei sneered, "It's easy to get started with watercolor painting, but it's not so easy to create super high-level works."

She had concluded that Yu Ziqing's painting skills were mediocre, and maybe being able to draw a decent flower was an extraordinary performance.

She chose oil painting herself.

The studio suddenly became audible, and everyone silently followed the progress of the two.

At the beginning, everyone was shocked by Du Weiwei's boldness and precision in painting, and lamented that she deserved to be No.1, and she did not hesitate to write.

However, they were gradually attracted by the effects of Yu Ziqing's pen.

"Oh my God, she painted her head on 8K paper with watercolors, she is so good at controlling water!"

"Oh my god, isn't her color mixing so beautiful? This is the charm of watercolor!"

"There is still time to describe the details. I think she must be a teacher. If any student can draw her to this level, I will kneel down to her!"

Hearing the bursts of exclamation in the room, Jiang Hongbo felt his heart itch, but he had to listen to He Xuanchen's instructions and stand still.

What kind of painting the little junior sister draws is invisible from his angle.

The corners of He Xuanchen's mouth curled up, his eyebrows were raised, and there was also a trace of expectation in his heart, wanting to know what she drew.

30 minute is fleeting.

Both men also finished their paintings.

Du Weiwei admired her painting with satisfaction, and after glancing at Yu Ziqing's painting, the smile froze on her face.