President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

The art teacher looked embarrassed and raised the fruit basket very high.

It turned out that the fruit basket was too heavy, and after only a few seconds of lifting it, my thin arms began to flutter like a moth.

Mrs. Gu hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but she was almost knocked over.

After a lot of trouble, a servant passed by and finally saved the three people.

Mrs. Gu led the art teacher into the old house.

It was still early for dinner, so the art teacher was sitting in the living room waiting.

Qin Su and Mrs. Gu went to the kitchen.

While taking out the purchased seafood, we chatted.

"Mom, are you sure this art teacher is really good?" Qin Su asked, "This is the first time I've seen someone come to your door and deliver a fruit basket."

It’s not that I look down upon it.

But this kind of thing is basically given when visiting patients.

But looking at the art teacher's look, it didn't look like he was doing it on purpose.

It seems really stupid.

"She's just like that," Mrs. Gu said, "she has a lot of insight into art matters, but her emotional intelligence is relatively low. Maybe it's God's attempt to balance it out!"

Otherwise, if a person is perfect in every aspect, then what's the point?

Qin Su thought about it, but still didn't feel relieved.

She took a plate of fruit out and handed it to the art teacher with a smile.

"Thank you, Mrs. Gu, you are so polite." the art teacher said.

Qin Su laughed and said, "This is what I should do. After all, you are the teacher of three children. I should respect you. By the way, teacher, which genre do you think my Aibao should follow if he becomes a painter in the future? ?”

Speaking of this, the art teacher's eyes suddenly lit up, his back straightened, and he began to analyze Qin Su eloquently.

Her knowledge of art has reached an astonishing level.

I kept talking for more than an hour without repeating anything.

It seems that, as Mrs. Gu said, he is just a teacher who can only draw.

"I will feel relieved if I leave my Ai Bao to you." Qin Su said.

The art teacher smiled and waved his hand, "This is what I should do. I should thank you, Mrs. Gu, for your willingness to let Ai Bao learn painting. This way, there will be one more talent in the art world!"

After talking for a while, seeing that it was still very early, Qin Su simply asked the art teacher to go upstairs to teach Ai Bao how to draw.

She took time out and called Huo Hangzhi.

Huo Hangzhi was still dealing with things in the company, but his tone was as gentle as ever, "What's wrong? Do you need me to bring anything on the way back from get off work?"

"The art teacher is here." Qin Su said.

Huo Hangzhi on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and then said, "I'll be home in half an hour."

"You handle your own affairs first, don't come back in a hurry." Qin Su stopped him, "I've already talked to her, she's not a bad person."

"Are you sure you don't need me to come back?" Huo Hangzhi was worried.

Qin Su agreed, "It's really not necessary. I've even found out what her family members are doing. Even if she is a bad person, she won't dare to act rashly."

Huo Hangzhi had no choice but to give up.

"I'll be back after these two meetings." Huo Hangzhi warned, "You'd better be more vigilant and protect yourself first if anything happens."

Qin Su hummed and hung up the phone.

She went upstairs to see how the art teacher was doing.

As soon as he walked in, he found Dou Ya'er squatting at the door of the bathroom, with a basin of water in front of him, and he was washing a large number of pens.