Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

"Child...I heard my baby crying!"

"Can someone save my child..."

"Baby...Mom is here..."

Zhuang Mingyue was trapped in the same place, unable to get out no matter what...

At this moment, a figure walked in from the outside and stood beside the hospital bed, "You and she look really alike. Originally...she was originally my wife."

"It's all because of him that my wife was taken away..."

"Fortunately... God gave me you again who is connected to her by blood."

Han Weili stretched out his hands tremblingly, touching the face that was very similar to Yan Qingcheng's with almost crazy obsession. He leaned down and kissed her breath, closing his eyes, as if recalling all the good things in the past.

"Kid...kid..."

The woman beside the bed suddenly murmured.

Her child is not dead...

Her baby is back.

Little Star is her child.

Zhuang Mingyue seemed to have seen something in a dream. Zhuang Mingyue, who had been in a coma for nearly four months, finally had a reaction now. Moist tears appeared in the crow-feather eyelashes and fell from the corners of his eyes.

Zhuang Mingyue also felt bursts of pain in her heart...

In the next room, Little Xingxing's cry gradually faded away, and there was a pool of blood on the ground...

An hour has passed since the opening of the exhibition.

Many media are waiting for Mr. Xu to come over.

Some people couldn't wait any longer, and they all talked and said, "Isn't Mr. Xu not coming?"

"This news is really unreliable. We have been kept waiting here for so long in vain!"

One of the reporters has already asked: "Ms. Chu, are you sure Professor Xu Tainian will come?"

Chu Wenjing concealed her dissatisfaction and forced a smile, "I've already sent someone over to invite you, don't worry."

She vowed again: "Don't worry, he will definitely come."

After all, Mr. Xu wanted to open a training and education institution. He wanted it to be successful, and he couldn't follow his father's path.

Even if he doesn't come, he still has to come.

Fifteen minutes later, Xu Tailai arrived, still accompanied by his students, Tang Yuanliang and Zhu Junming. These students were all students taught by Mr. Xu himself.

The originally silent people suddenly became restless, and everyone took pictures of Mr. Xu, who had not been seen in the country for many years.

He is a national first-class traditional Chinese painter with countless achievements. It is extremely difficult for many people to meet him.

In addition, there is a special person mixed in...

Chu Wenjing looked at Su Nuannuan's arrival, her expression was not very good. Facing so many reporters, she did not look down, she still kept smiling and walked over, "Long time no see, Mr. Xu."

Xu Tainian looked at her fake face and did not give her a good look. Instead, he walked past her to a familiar painting and said, "The painting is good."

There are very few people in Imperial City who can be personally praised by Xu Tainian.

It was also the first time that media reporters heard Mr. Xu praising a painter who was not well-known in China.

Chu Wenjing is also relatively well-known overseas.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Xu. Knowing that Mr. Xu is coming, I specially prepared a meeting gift for Mr. Xu. I know you love calligraphy and painting, but I don't know if what I give you will be enough to impress you."

The bodyguard on the side wore white gloves and came out with an antique painting box made of pear wood in both hands. Chu Wenjing was about to take it out when Mr. Xu raised his hand to stop him, "I'm here today just to look at the paintings, no need for anything else." .”

Mr. Xu looked at this very realistic painting of blue sea, blue sky, magnificent waves, and asked: "I wonder where this painting is? Such scenery is rare."

On the outside, it looks amazing, but people who know it can see the clues at a glance.

"Time has passed a little long, and I have forgotten a little. Why don't you always come with me to see another one."

Xu Taiqiang snorted and said, "Why don't you even know what you drew?"

Su Nuannuan couldn't bear it anymore and said, "This was not painted by her at all."

Xu Tainian waved his hand, and Su Nuannuan immediately fell silent. However, some of the reporters had already seen the clues, but no one interrupted Mr. Xu to ask any questions.

Chu Wenjing said calmly: "Miss, please pay attention to your words. This is not a vegetable market. I can make you yell. Once, I will ask the security to ask you out."

Su Nuannuan said no more.

Xu Tainian: "Which one do you want me to see?"

"Mr. Xu, look this way." Chu Wenjing turned sideways, and everyone looked over. It was a huge painting covered by a red cloth. The bodyguard uncovered the red cloth.

Everyone was exclaiming.

What Chu Wenjing painted was not others but himself.

The person in the painting is wrapped in a thin white gauze around his waist, his back is bare, his arms are crossed, and he is looking sideways...

The long hair scattered on the back has clear roots and is clearly visible everywhere. Even the tulle around the waist is blown by the wind. This painting does not look like a painting, but more like a living person...

When everyone is praising you.

"It's a mess."

Xu Tainian's words were like a basin of cold water poured directly on Chu Wenjing, soaking her from head to toe.

Su Nuan puffed up her face warmly: "Teacher, she just stole Mingyue's picture album. I saw that most of the paintings on the wall were painted by Mingyue. Chu Wenjing, how could you do this? You are so abominable, you Forget it if you change your name to Chu Mingyue, now you even show Mingyue’s paintings and say they were painted by you, how shameless do you want to be!”

Xu Tainian: "Your strength is to steal other people's achievements?"

Chu Wenjing didn't expect that he would directly quarrel like this, trying to prevent her from getting off the stage: "Mr. Xu, I really have the intention to become your teacher today. Even if you don't accept me, there is no need to bring her to ruin my situation. Again After all, you are also a highly respected artist, don’t you think this is a loss of your identity?”

Xu Tainian waved his hand, "Identity? I'm just a teacher at an ordinary university."

"Since you invited me here, I will naturally criticize it with the eyes of a strict teacher. Why...I can't say anything about these works of yours?"

One sentence immediately stopped her, "Of course not. Whatever Mr. Xu wants to say is right."

Xu Tainian: "Yuanliang, do you still remember the motto of Imperial University?"

Tang Yuanliang stood up and said: "Students dare not forget, be magnanimous, never forget their true intentions, respect themselves and survive in adversity."

"That's right." Xu Tainian nodded, "These sixteen words are not even honest. I don't think you are qualified to be my student, let alone want to be my apprentice."

I didn't expect Mr. Xu to reach this point. What's the difference between this and slapping her in public.

Chu Wenjing's palms were sweaty, out of panic, fear, and timidity...

All her vows and thoughts were in vain at this moment.

But now Chu Wenjing is still holding back and pinching her palms, "Mr. Xu, are you saying this is a little too much?"