He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Qiao Wangshu and Mo Beixiao were gossiping to each other.

Mo Beixiao can't cook and can't help, so he just wants to chat with Qiao Wangshu to relieve his boredom.

Mo Beichen woke up, washed up, and saw Mo Beixiao leaning against the kitchen door, chatting with Qiao Wangshu. He asked, "What are you talking about?"

Mo Beixiao was just about to repeat the gossip.

Thinking that Mo Beichen didn't like Feng Junmu, Qiao Wangshu changed the subject: "Nothing, just some rich family gossip, did you sleep well?"

"Yeah." Mo Beichen walked around Mo Beixiao, walked into the kitchen, and naturally helped.

Qiao Wangshu touched Mo Beichen's face and said, "You've been working hard these past few days."

Mo Beichen looked at her with sparkling eyes: "It's not hard, you are also very tired, it's not easy to have a day off, you don't have to cook for me specially."

"I want to do it." Qiao Wangshu smiled and looked at him: "I see that you are in much better condition. Before, your lips were too light and you looked bad. Now your lips are red and your teeth are white. You look energetic after getting enough sleep. You look really good."

Mo Beichen's ears turned slightly red because of his wife's teasing.

Mo Beixiao was choked by the dog food and pouted: "Third brother and sister-in-law, I'm still here, you guys should pay attention to the impact."

Mo Beichen rolled his eyes at him: "You can't help, why are you staying here?"

Mo Beixiao was very angry!

Hey, I have such a bad temper!

I……

Qiao Wangshu took the opportunity to say, "Old Four, before Achen had the surgery, you advised me that the past is over and there's no need to dwell on it. You're not a child anymore, and Xiaoqi already has a girlfriend. You should find someone you love, start a family, and stop dwelling on the past."

Mo Beixiao is most afraid of being urged to get married: "I'm scared of you two, okay, I'm leaving now."

Say it.

Without waiting for Qiao Wangshu and Mo Beichen to say anything, he hurried out of the kitchen.

"This fourth brother..." Qiao Wangshu was worried. Mo Beixiao was all alone in his previous life. Now that she was living again, she hoped that Mo Beixiao could untie his knot and start a new life.

Seeing her worried, Mo Beichen advised: "He is so old now, he has his own ideas. We can't change them with just a few words. Let's take it slowly."

Qiao Wangshu nodded helplessly.

Mo Beichen rubbed her little head lovingly.

The young couple is becoming more and more like their worried parents!

Worrying about this, then worrying about that.

There is no peace.

The last Saturday in December.

New Year's Day is approaching.

There was a heavy snowfall in the capital.

As usual, Wen Boyu went to the welfare home to teach the children.

An Ning also went.

After Qiao Wangshu took the nineteen children away.

An Ning decided to continue teaching the children to paint.

Those among them who have talent in painting can choose fine arts as their major in the future, which is also a way out.

The directors of the other two welfare homes were jealous and discussed with Director Bai, who then discussed with Wen Boyu and An Ning, hoping that the children from the other two welfare homes who wanted to learn painting could also come and learn painting. Qiao Wangshu donated a huge sum of money to the three welfare homes a while ago. As long as Wen Boyu and An Ning were willing to teach, the welfare homes could buy painting tools themselves.

Wen Boyu and An Ning agreed and simply opened a large class.

Three welfare homes.

More than one hundred children who want to learn painting are taught together.

Both of them are under a lot of pressure and are very motivated.

Mo Beizhou was different. He had never learned to paint, but he would come to the class every Saturday with his easel on his back. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, sitting in the last row of the classroom, learning with the children.

Qiao Wangshu donated a huge sum of money, and Mo Beizhou was Qiao Wangshu's brother-in-law. He came to the class for free, not to cause trouble, so Dean Bai didn't say anything.

After attending a class, Mo Beizhou donated 5 million to each of the three welfare institutions, which embarrassed the three directors. However, Mo Beizhou said that he only considered it as tuition for learning painting and a little help to the children. His emotional intelligence is getting higher and higher.

Wen Boyu and An Ning each gave a comprehensive theoretical teaching.

Then it’s about guiding each other.

One person is responsible for half of the students.

Mo Beizhou naturally asked An Ning to teach him.

After An Ning had instructed other students, he raised his hand like the other children and asked the teacher for individual instruction.

An Ning walked over.

Mo Beizhou looked at her: "Teacher An, look at what I drew."

An Ning cast her eyes on the easel and frowned: "Student, I told you before that you are not suitable for learning painting. Look at your lines and color matching. Do you think it looks good?"

Mo Beizhou curled his lips and said in frustration: "There is no distinction between the two in teaching. Does Teacher An think that the students are stupid?"

An Ning held her forehead and asked, "Don't you think you're stupid?"

Mo Beizhou looked at her eagerly and blinked: "I will study hard."

An Ning had no choice but to pick up his paintbrush and sketch on the easel while saying, "Look here, it should be like this..."

Mo Beizhou seemed to be listening very attentively.

An Ning put down her paintbrush.

He immediately picked it up and tried to redraw it according to what she said: "Is that so? Teacher An."

An Ning felt her scalp tingling when she saw him painting.

He is definitely the worst student she has ever taught, no doubt about it!

As expected, when God opens a window, he will close a door. He has an extreme talent in financial algorithms, which is more accurate than precision instruments. But when it comes to painting...

It’s hard to describe in one word!

To make an inappropriate analogy, giving him a sausage or tying a dog here would make him draw better than he does!

An Ning couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so she held Mo Beizhou's hand and started sketching on the paper.

Mo Beizhou tilted his head and looked at her.

The distance between them was extremely close.

It seemed that if he lowered his head, he would be able to kiss her.

An Ning felt his hot, aggressive gaze and cleared her throat: "Where are you looking at? There's a painting on my face? Do you want to learn or not?"

"Learn." Mo Beizhou immediately said obediently: "Teacher An is too pretty. I am distracted. It is my fault."

An Ning rolled her eyes at him.

When did this kid learn to be so smooth-talking?

It wasn’t like this before!

In fact, hands-on teaching is not surprising.

But when Wen Boyu saw An Ning holding Mo Beizhou's hand to teach him, it was no longer ordinary teaching!

The little brat has a lot of tricks!

After a class.

Wen Boyu was very angry in his heart, but he still appeared gentle and polite on the surface.

It's a coincidence.

He and Mo Beizhou both brought lunch to An Ning today.

All made by hand.

Place in a thermos container.

With the development of modern technology, a good thermos can even keep heat for more than ten hours.

Bring it in the morning.

It was still hot at noon.

The course is over.

Wen Boyu handed the thermos bucket to An Ning and said, "I made this specially. It's cold, and I also made some soup. It's almost noon, so eat before you leave."

Mo Beizhou hurriedly handed her the thermos bucket he brought with him: "Eat what I cook, not what he cooks."

The tone clearly shows that he is vying for favor!

Wen Boyu said teasingly: "Seventh Master, you are just Xiao Ning's ex-boyfriend. You have no right to tell Xiao Ning who cooks the food."

Say it.

He looked at An Ning again: "Xiao Ning, you choose."

Mo Beizhou said aggrievedly: "Sister chose me."

Wen Boyu was not willing to be outdone, and stared at An Ning with burning eyes: "Xiao Ning..."