On our wedding night, my husband changed!

Gingko was also quick with her words. Before Hua Sheng could speak, she rushed to dismantle the young lady.

"Uncle, our young lady said that at the school's welcome party next week, her talent is to crush rocks on her chest and walk through a fire ring at high altitude."

Jiang Liu also smiled and looked at Hua Sheng with tenderness and sweetness in his eyes.

"Honey, you are so talented, then why don't you perform for your husband?"

Hua Sheng was even more witty, "Because this performance can only be performed once in a lifetime. One of my colleagues finished the performance three years ago, and now the grass on the grave is one meter high."

This time Chuntao and Ginkgo laughed even harder.

After all, this is Hua Sheng's first funny moment.

Jiang Liu likes such a cheerful Hua Sheng very much, and always feels that there is no such big sense of distance this way.

"Is your school going to have an orientation party?"

"kindness."

"Are you going to go on stage?"

"of course not."

"Well, let's keep a low profile... lest those ordinary people get jealous."

Hua Sheng pursed his lips and smiled.

"What are you doing at home this afternoon?"

"draw."

"Let me see."

"No."

"You're so stingy, why don't you just draw? I can also...Ginkgo bring me the drawing board, and I'll show you my skills on the spot."

"Okay, uncle."

Ginkgo has gradually been able to accept this male master, because she thinks Jiang Liu treats the lady well.

And he is countless times stronger than that scumbag Xie Dongyang.

So she was very happy to do whatever Jiang Liu ordered her to do.

Ginkgo came down holding the drawing board, and Chuntao prepared the brush.

Jiang Liu actually started painting.

Even though he looked out of place wearing an expensive shirt and trousers.

But Hua Sheng found him very interesting.

It's rare to have such a sense of elegance, so it doesn't dampen his enthusiasm.

Jiang Liu drew abstract cartoons of Chuntao and Ginkgo.

It's the kind that looks a lot like me, very funny and exaggerated.

After finishing the painting, she showed up the drawing board, and both Chuntao and Ginkgo almost burst out laughing.

"Oh, it's the two of us?" Chuntao shouted.

"It's really similar, but why is it so ugly?" Ginkgo tilted her head and looked more and more strange.

"A Sheng, can you be fair?"

"Well, it's a bit. Your abstract painting is good, and the most important thing is that you paint quickly." Hua Sheng commented.

"When I was studying in Cambridge, I worked as a street performer on the roadside. I earned 1200 pounds a week by painting portraits for people, which is quite a lot for an international student."

"Indeed, I didn't expect you to have such an experience." Hua Sheng admired him a little.

After all, a kid from a rich family wants everything he wants, and he has too much money to spend.

But he is willing to do such a thing, which is worthy of respect.

"When people are alive, they have to try different things, so that their visit to this world is not in vain. Okay, you guys chat first, and I'll take a shower."

Then Jiang Liu went upstairs. Before going upstairs, he gave the drawing board to Chuntao and Ginkgo as a souvenir.

"Miss, look at how my uncle drew us, we look like fools." Chuntao was still worried about this cartoon.

Hua Sheng smiled and said nothing.

In a blink of an eye, the welcome party came soon and officially started at six o'clock in the evening.

Hua Sheng was invited to attend and sat in the first row next to the instructor.

When it was the school beauty Lu Xueyi's turn to take the stage, the whole crowd rioted. It was obvious that she was very popular.

A black tripod piano was placed on the stage, and Lu Xueyi glanced at Hua Sheng in the audience.

Holding the microphone, he spoke slightly, "I have a heartfelt invitation. I would like to invite Xiao Sheng, a student from the History Department, to join me in playing the four-hand song "Vanessa's Smile" by Richard Clayderman. Can I do that? Is it a reward?"