Six years later, she amazed the world with her three children

Han Chuxue is now the principal of an art training school. After the winter vacation classes are over, there are new enrollment plans. The enrollment situation is pretty good. The existing art teachers are already too busy, so they have started to recruit teachers from outside.

"Principal Han, this is the advertising fee for this month. Once you sign, the finance department will pay you."

Her art training school has advertised on local TV stations and some important offline advertising spots, and the monthly advertising fees are not small.

"Okay." Han Chuxue responded, and then went to take a pen from the pen holder to sign. Her elbow accidentally knocked over the water cup on the table, and the water instantly spilled all over the table.

Seeing this, the teacher who came to her for signature hurriedly took a rag to wipe her desk. Han Chuxue also hurriedly picked up all the documents on the desk to prevent them from getting wet.

After picking up the materials, a portrait fell out. The teacher quickly picked it up, took a look at the portrait, and asked Han Chuxue: "Principal Han, did you draw this?"

Han Chuxue looked at the portrait. The person in the portrait was Mo Chengyu. It was a portrait Han Chuxue drew for him when they were in love.

"Teacher Han, your painting skills are really amazing. This painting looks exactly like the real person."

Han Chuxue stared at the painting blankly, and suddenly recalled many past events between her and Mo Chengyu.

"Who is the person in this painting? He looks familiar." The teacher had just arrived and didn't know Mo Chengyu, so he just said to himself, "Is this the model our school hired before? This model is so handsome!"

Han Chuxue remained silent, lost in thought.

"Chuxue." At this moment, Mo Chengsi's voice sounded in her ears. Han Chuxue couldn't help but shudder when she heard his voice. She looked up and found that the person who walked in was really him.

"I saw your office door was open, so I came straight in. I hope I didn't disturb you at work?" Mo Chengsi asked.

"No...no." Han Chuxue murmured, then hurriedly snatched the portrait of Mo Chengyu from the teacher's hand, threw it into the trash can, and said to the teacher, "You go out first."

Mo Chengsi also saw her throwing away the portrait of Mo Chengyu, and asked, "It was such a good painting, why did you throw it away?"

After saying this, Mo Chengsi bowed and picked up the portrait from the trash can, then slowly unfolded it. Seeing this, Han Chuxue became very nervous and hurriedly explained:

"Chengsi, don't get me wrong. The water cup fell over just now, and the water spilled all over the desk. I don't know where it fell from when I was sorting out the documents. I also forgot when I put it down casually, and then..."

"No need to explain. What's there to explain?" Mo Chengsi said as he unfolded Mo Chengyu's portrait and placed it on her desk. "After all, you two have talked about it. You studied fine arts. It's normal to paint a portrait for him. I'm not that stingy."

After Mo Chengsi finished speaking, he looked at the painting again and couldn't help but praise: "Chuxue, your painting skills are really amazing, so lifelike. From this perspective, Chengyu is indeed outstanding in appearance. Now that he has had surgery and the scar on his face has been removed, he looks just like in this portrait, just as handsome and compelling."

For some reason, Han Chuxue felt a chill down her spine when she heard Mo Chengsi say this. This time, she didn't throw his portrait into the trash can, but into a shredder. Soon, the portrait turned into pieces.

"I don't know when you drew it. You should have thrown it away long ago." Han Chuxue quickly changed the subject, "Chengsi, the company is not busy anymore. How come you have time to come to my school today?"

"I feel that I spoke too harshly to you before, and I think I scared you, so I came here specially to apologize to you. Come on, I'll take you out to see something." After saying that, Mo Chengsi went over and took Han Chuxue's hand.

"What are you going to see?"

"You'll know after you see it." Mo Chengsi pulled her out of her training school. There were already a lot of people gathered outside, and he could hear many women exclaiming and envious.

"Isn't this too romantic? I've only seen so many roses on TV, but never in real life."

"Principal Han's husband dotes on her too much, doesn't he? They've been married for almost three years, and he's still so romantic!"

Han Chuxue was also shocked when she walked in, and looked at Mo Chengsi in disbelief: "Why... are there so many roses?"

"999 flowers." Mo Chengsi explained, "I'm giving you this to apologize for my rude words last time. My dear wife, please don't be angry."

apologize?

Han Chuxue looked at so many roses again and felt embarrassed seeing them in front of so many people.

"I didn't take it personally. You don't have to apologize. You bought so many flowers and you have nowhere to put them."

Do you want to go through the trouble of shipping it back home?

"As long as my wife isn't angry anymore, then sharing happiness with others is worse than enjoying it alone. Am I offering my gratitude to the Buddha?"

After Mo Chengsi finished speaking, he went over and took a few roses and distributed them to the female teachers who were watching.

"Thank you all teachers for supporting my family's work on Hatsuyuki. You have worked hard."

"Mr. Mo, you are so polite. Didn't you just prepare gifts for us during the New Year?" The female teachers were also flattered.

"Without your support, Chuxue's training school would not be able to grow bigger and bigger. I hope you can continue to support us."

"sure."

Now they were at the school gate and there were many people coming to watch. Mo Chengsi distributed the roses to the ladies and children who came to watch the fun.

"I'll handle it this way, Chuxue, what do you think?" After dividing the roses, Mo Chengsi asked Han Chuxue.

"Like you said, happiness is better shared than happiness alone. This can also be regarded as another wave of publicity for my school, which is great."

Mo Chengsi is impeccable in dealing with people and things. Every Chinese New Year and other festivals, Mo Chengsi would carefully prepare gifts for the teachers. All the female teachers in the school envy her husband.

After Mo Chengsi waited for her to finish her work, he took Han Chuxue back home. After returning home, Mo Chengsi suddenly said, "Chuxue, it seems that you haven't drawn a portrait for me yet. Now is nothing to do. Can you draw one for me?"

Draw a portrait of him?

There is a special studio in this villa, but it is not set up specifically for her, but for Peng Jia.

Peng Jia is good at fashion design and his painting skills are naturally first-rate, so he has a special studio here.

So, does he just like girls who can draw? Or is he just trying to steal his girlfriend on purpose, as Mo Chengyu said?

"What's wrong? Don't you want to paint?" Seeing that she didn't respond, Mo Chengsi asked again.

"No...I just suddenly thought of something."

"What's the matter?" Mo Chengsi asked.