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bedroom.

Ye Wushuang embraced the pillow with a faint smile in his black pupils.

In fact, after Ji Shen said the phrase "I just don't want you to leave me", she was not angry anymore.

The follow-up fights were just to test Ji Shen's true strength.

Let him sleep on the sofa...

He lied to her so many times, it's time for her to lie to him, right?

Ye Wushuang suddenly felt his face was a little hot, and buried his face in the pillow.

As long as you think about that man who is high above the ground, calm and calm, and strategizing in the mall, he has acted for so long in order to chase her, thinking that she is angry, and anxiously roared his confession, with an anxious look.

She has an inexplicable sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

Ye Wushuang reached out and gently stroked the teardrops in the love pendant on his chest.

Dust free.

My sister seems to have met someone who can try to love.

-

The next day.

Ji got up early in the morning, made breakfast for his "still angry" girlfriend in the bedroom before leaving.

After Ye Wushuang had breakfast, he hailed the car and went to Duanmu's house.

This weekend is a family feast at Duanmu's family.

"Hey, let me see who is here, isn't this the great painter Light, and Ye Wushuang who won the medal of bravery? A rare visitor." The second aunt Zhu Yali came over with a smile, waving a round fan.

The eldest aunt also came over and hugged Ye Wushuang's shoulders: "I really don't know how the third sister taught her children, and how she taught them so well!"

"Isn't it? Before school started, the old lady told Jing'er to take care of Wushuang more, but it turned out that Wushuang was taking care of Jinger." Zhu Yali nodded.

"Cousin!" Duan Mujing hugged Ye Wushuang's arm with an expression of a loyal fan.

"Eh? Why are you hugging Wushuang so tightly? Let her come over to eat some fruit." The old lady in the living room waved.

A group of people waited and went to the living room.

"Wu Shuang will definitely not be easy in the future." Uncle and Uncle pondered.

Only Mr. Duanmu was a little confused.

His calligraphy is superb, Chinese painting is not bad, but his granddaughter is an oil painter, should he be happy or depressed?

Forget it, don't worry about it.

No matter what, they are all his precious granddaughters!

At noon, everyone had a happy meal.

In the afternoon, old man Duanmu said: "I'm going to take Jing'er to the Chinese Painting Association to participate in the 'Landscape' theme competition, Wushuang, you can go with us."

The old man pondered: Let Wushuang see the beauty of Chinese painting, maybe he will abandon "oil painting" and follow "Chinese painting"?

"Okay." Ye Wushuang nodded.

Nothing to do in the afternoon, it doesn't hurt to go with the family.

-

On the way to the association, Duanmujing felt uneasy and said in a low voice:

"I don't know if I can compare to Xie Anran."

"Xie Anran? Isn't she an oil painter?" Ye Wushuang was a little surprised.

She was not on the school intranet, so she didn't know about Xie Anran's past.

"She can also do traditional Chinese painting." Duan Mujing told Ye Wushuang about Xie Anran.

Ye Wushuang's black pupils flashed.

I never thought that little loli would be so ambitious.

"Last year's 'Character' theme, and the year before last year's 'Flowers and Birds' theme, she was the first in the competition. I hope this time 'Landscape', I can win a little bit." Duanmujing sighed.

In terms of grades, she has always been suppressed by Gao Wanru, but in terms of Chinese painting, Xie Anran has always been suppressed.

Not long after, several people arrived at the Chinese Painting Association.

A group of people gathered around the gate of the association.

In the middle of the crowd, stood Chu Ci with shoulder-length hair and a neutral aesthetic.

Chu Ci is tall and slender, and today he changed into black casual clothes, with a silver necklace hanging around his neck, lazy and casual, indifferent to everything around him.

The girl with a big belly in front of him was crying with snot and tears:

"Chuci, you said you loved me, why don't you ignore me when I'm pregnant! Didn't you say that you would let me marry into Xie's family?"

The onlookers all pointed at Chu Ci.

Those who come to the Chinese Painting Association today are basically here to compete or watch the competition, and they think that their self-cultivation is not low.

What Chu Ci did is really disgusting.

Even old man Duanmu frowned in disgust: "Why is it this guy again?"

Then, shaking his head, he brought Ye Wushuang and Duan Mujing into the association.

"Cousin, don't get too close to Chu Ci in the future, don't be fooled by his rhetoric." Duanmujing reminded:

"Everyone in the circle knows that he is the son of Xiao Sansheng.

His mother, Xiaosan, took the position and squeezed out the husband of the gentleman from the Chu family.

Chu Ci himself, like his mother, had a good appearance, had a good look, had an ambiguous attitude towards every girl, and then abandoned him.

This kind of drama about girls getting pregnant almost happens several times a year.

He should have accompanied Xie Anran to the competition, but he happened to be blocked by a girl. By the way, Xie Anran is Chu Ci's childhood sweetheart, and he likes Chu Ci very much. "

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Xie Anran ran out from the Chinese Painting Association, and the moment she saw Ye Wushuang, a trace of anger appeared in her eyes.

After only taking one look at Ye Wushuang, she rushed towards Chu Ci who was surrounded by the crowd, and confronted the pregnant girl.

Ye Wushuang and Duanmu Jing who had already entered the hall did not know why the two girls were arguing.

"Cousin, I'm going to prepare the things needed for painting first." Duan Mujing left.

As a judge, Mr. Duanmu went to chat with other judges.

Ye Wushuang sat in the spectator seats.

The so-called viewing seats are composed of square tables and mahogany chairs placed around the tables.

On each table, there are tea and dried fruit, as well as a brochure related to the Chinese painting competition.

It contains excellent works of past competitions.

Ye Wushuang opened it to appreciate it, and heard footsteps in her ears, and Chu Ci sat down at her table.

With the arrival of Chuci, many people in the spectator seats cast disdainful and contemptuous glances at him.

"I didn't expect Ye Xuemei to be a famous light magician." Chu Ci smiled:

"I really regret that I didn't go to the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts to see you painting with my own eyes. This will be a great regret in my life."

"Music." Ye Wushuang glanced at him lightly, then looked away.

Ye Wushuang was indifferent, which made Chu Ci smile even more happily: "Is Ye Xuemei here to help Duanmujing cheer?"

"Yeah." Ye Wushuang didn't even look at him this time, and continued flipping through the booklet.

"Could you tell me what kind of boys my school girl likes? I'm missing a girlfriend and I want to try to pursue you." Chu Ci's eyes bent into crescents:

"Although I was more romantic in the past, I assure you that I will only be nice to you in the future."

This kind of rhetoric used by scumbags is very suitable for Chu Ci's identity.

"I have a boyfriend." Ye Wushuang said calmly.

Her resolute refusal made Chuci smile even deeper: "I think you can change to a boyfriend, and you have to shop around for things, don't you?"

This poaching behavior is the same as that of his mother's mistress.

Ye Wushuang put down the brochure and looked at Chu Ci. There was no disdain in his black pupils, only calmness:

"You like to live with a mask, pretending to be romantic, it's your business, don't bother me."

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