who's who's who's who

At the newsstand of the Academy of Fine Arts in City Y, the boss was placing a batch of newly arrived magazines on the shelves, and a few passing students stopped to pick out their favorite magazines in front of the shelves.

"This month's "Gossip" is on the cover of Ke Momian." The young girl picked up the magazine, and the news headlines on it made people want to buy it*.

Because he was in a hurry to attend class, he paid the money in a hurry under the urging of his companions, and trotted all the way to the classroom.

This semester's form and space modeling class is taught by a new female lecturer. It is said that she also studied at the Academy of Fine Arts in Y City, and then went to the United States to study as a graduate student. She has won a world-class architectural design award. relatively reputable.

This female teacher has unique views on many professional things, but the girl believes that the absolute reason why her class is full of seats is her pretty face.

"Let's look at the screen. This kind of spatial combination is usually called a suite..."

The girl had a little understanding of the content of this lesson. At this time, the teacher asked them to read the content of the next chapter first. She felt that the class was boring, so she opened the magazine she had just bought.

"What? Ke Momian hooked up with Zhou Jia?" The best friend sitting next to her tilted her head and watched together.

"Scribbled, it was rumored on the Internet that she and Li Shasha were together last week."

"But you see, even the photos were taken this time. The two of them are so close...it's not easy." My best friend smiled meaningfully, "It's good to have money, and a bunch of female stars are fighting for it."

"Not only money," the girl sighed, "but also beauty, I want it on me..."

"It's a pity that people look down on you." The best friend taunted the other party without leaving room.

"Hate!" The girl laughed and pushed her, completely forgetting that she was still in class.

"It's amazing...Ke Momian will meet Zhou Jia at night, and stay in the hotel for three hours?"

A soft voice suddenly sounded beside him, even if it was a plain tone, it still scared the two who were focused on gossip into a cold sweat.

"Ms. Fang..." The girl hurriedly closed the magazine, feeling extremely annoyed that she was going to fail this semester.

"Can you show me?" The other party just asked for it.

The girl quickly handed over the magazine with both hands, wanting to admit her mistake, but her best friend tugged at the corner of her clothes, signaling to stop talking, otherwise it would be messed up.

On the cover is a photo taken by Ke Momian who doesn't know when, wearing a black floor-length dress, squinting at the camera with a cold attitude.

Fang Qingyu opened it and took a few glances. Today's reporters are really good at catching wind and shadows, but it's a pity that it's still impossible to convince myself of the above content.

"Don't look at these gossips, they are all false." Fang Qingyu returned the magazine to the girl with a smile.

Seeing that the teacher was not angry, the girl looked good-tempered instead, and couldn't help asking: "Teacher Fang, how do you know it's fake?"

"Could it be... Teacher, do you know Ke Momian?" Another girl asked.

Fang Qingyu smiled, leaving the two bewildered, and slowly walked back to the podium to continue the rest of the lesson.

After class, Fang Qingyu went to her studio to hold a meeting with the staff, then drew blueprints in the office, and stayed until six o'clock in the evening before returning home.

As soon as I got out of the car, I heard someone playing a brisk tune on the piano. Fang Qingyu approached slowly to the beat, feeling more and more pleasant.

"Miss Fang." Xiao Min said carelessly, just about to say that the dishes are ready, but when Fang Qingyu made a silent gesture, she stopped talking.

In front of the grand piano in the living room, two figures, one big and one small, sat on the piano bench. Ke Momian's fingers danced nimbly on the keys, turning his face from time to time, and smiling at Ke Fangrui beside him.

At the end of the song, Ke Momian played the last note on the keyboard, and Ke Fangrui clapped vigorously, looking at her with admiration: "Mianmian's mother plays beautifully."

"Does Ruirui want to learn?" Ke Momian asked persuasively.

"No." Ke Fangrui shook her head without thinking.

"Why?" Being rejected by the little guy again, Ke Momian felt deeply frustrated.

"It's enough for me to learn how to draw from my mother. Isn't there a saying... what is it called, is it better to be a master than a master?" Ke Fangrui's words were so reasonable that Ke Momian was speechless.

At this time, Fang Qingyu stepped forward, smiled lightly with an attitude of not having any business at all, "She doesn't want to learn, so what you say is useless."

"You're back..." Ke Momian stood up, gave the other party a hug, parted, feeling that it wasn't enough, and lightly pecked Fang Qingyu's face again.

Ke Fangrui looked up at the two of them, and Fang Qingyu lowered her eyes to meet the little guy's joyful gaze, and blushed involuntarily.

"Ruirui didn't see anything."

Ke Fangrui immediately covered her eyes, opened her fingers a little bit, and saw Mianmian's mother kissing her mouth through the fingers, but was quickly pushed away by her mother.

"Ruirui, wash your hands quickly, and eat right away." Ke Momian found that the little guy was peeking, and patted her on the shoulder.

Ke Fangrui looked like I knew what you were going to do, and ran away in a hurry.

"Qingyu..." Ke Mo leaned on Fang Qingyu's shoulder, took a deep breath, and smelled the cool fragrance from Fang Qingyu's body, and felt warm in her heart instantly, which was a complete sense of belonging.

Fang Qingyu smoothed her long hair, suddenly remembered something, and patted her face lightly: "You've been rumored to be in a magazine again."

"What?" Ke Momian's heart skipped a beat. Although she knew that she was absolutely innocent, she was afraid that the media would write scribbles and make Fang Qingyu believe it was true.

"What do you think?" Fang Qingyu feigned anger.

"I explained that Liu Wenrui, she asked me to invest in a movie, so she might make some flattering gestures. And Li Shasha, that was really a misunderstanding. I just participated in a charity auction together, and I don't know why. It will be written like that. And Xie Zhenzhen, Sun Meng and so on... Those are all old things a few years ago, and I don't even remember what scandals they are." Ke Momian finished without reservation, He glanced at Fang Qingyu with a guilty conscience.

She wasn't there before, and I messed around for a while... But now I'm not very obedient, obeying Fang Qingyu's orders in everything?

Fang Qingyu opened her mouth slightly, her eyes widened in disbelief: "You are with so many women..."

"It's not what you think!" Ke Momian wanted to cry, but didn't she speak clearly enough?

"How many people have you kissed frankly?"

"I..." Ke Momian wanted to say that he was really hopeless at that time, so he had been ignorant of those people for so long, but now he absolutely wants to live with Fang Qingyu for nothing.

"You can't even count them?" Fang Qingyu twitched her lips.

"I didn't..." Ke Momian held back for a long time, blushing and wanted to explain, but thinking about the fact that she had been ambiguous with some people, Fang Qingyu was right, and lowered her head again, "Can't I be wrong? ?”

Fang Qingyu just wanted to tease her, but Ke Momian was really anxious, and sighed a little funny: "I was not here before, and I have no right to pursue it, but now that we are together, I absolutely believe in you."

Ke Momian raised her head and was stunned: "Then you just asked me..."

"I just want to tease you." Fang Qingyu said it as a matter of course.

"Fang Qingyu!" Ke Momian was angry and funny.

"Then tell me now what's going on between you and Zhou Jia."

"Zhou Jia? That actress? I've only met her twice."

"But the magazine said that you were in the hotel for three hours..." Fang Qingyu seemed to be completely indifferent, and pressed a few piano keys at will.

"What and what..." Ke Momian became anxious again, "At the dinner party a few days ago, she accidentally knocked over a glass of wine and it just spilled on my skirt, and then she kept apologizing and asked me to fuck her. Room to change clothes."

"She told you to go and you went?"

"But I'm going to speak on stage later. I can't go up there wearing a wine-stained dress." After Ke Momian finished speaking, she felt something was wrong, "Didn't you say you believed me? Why do you want me to explain?"

"I believe in you, but I also want to know the truth of the matter." Fang Qingyu unbuttoned the second button of Ke Momian's shirt, gently tugged at the neckline, and hooked her closer to him, "And ...When I saw the words Lingling for three hours, I knew that the news must be fake, after all, when you were... I have never seen you have the skill of Lingling for three hours."

Ke Momian blinked at her, her heart was beating wildly. After being together for several months, she truly felt that Fang Qingyu had become different from before. Her every frown and smile always revealed an unbearable Live in a seductive atmosphere.

"You...you wait." Ke Momian stammered an oath.

Fang Qingyu let go of her, and said with a slow smile, "Okay, I'll wait."

Ke Momian hesitated for a while, blushing and didn't know what to do.

"A Mian." Fang Qingyu called her softly.

"Ok?"

"Wash your hands and go eat."

"Oh." Ke Momian continued blushing and trotted away.

At the end of the year, Jiang Shijie's child was born, and when she saw the child she had been longing for, she wished she could hold her in her arms 24 hours a day.

When Ke Momian took Fang Qingyu and Ke Fangrui to see her, Jiang Shijie was holding the child and chattering endlessly.

"Xiaojin...Xiaojin..." Jiang Shijie took care of the child and ignored the others, smiling silly while watching.

"Jin Ying," Ke Momian asked in a low voice, "Are you sure she lives in the maternity ward?"

"Otherwise?" Seeing Jiang Shijie's appearance, Jin Ying felt extremely helpless.

"Psychiatry."

Jin Ying laughed out loud, and she found that Ke Momian was not as paralyzed as the one she knew before, and her words became more and more interesting.

"Aunt Jiejie." Ke Fangrui went over and lay beside Jiang Shijie's bed.

"Ruirui, look, this is your sister Xiaojin." Jiang Shijie carefully gave Ke Fangrui a look at the baby in the swaddle, "It's cute."

"What big eyes." Ke Fangrui looked at the small face in amazement.

"Give me a hug." Ke Momian stretched out her hand and took it lightly.

"Be careful." Jiang Shijie asked worriedly, seeing that Ke Momian was holding the baby in the wrong posture, and it didn't take long for her sweetheart to start crying.

Fang Qingyu asked Ke Momian to give the baby to herself, hugged the baby gently, held the baby's head and neck with one hand, and put the other hand between her back and buttocks, and the baby stopped crying soon.

"A newborn baby should be hugged like this," she explained to Ke Momian, "this way the baby will feel more secure."

Jiang Shijie felt relieved when the child was hugged by Fang Qingyu. She chatted with Ke Momian for a while, and brought up the old matter again: "So you really plan to let Ruirui take over the Ke family's business?"

Ke Fangrui was concentrating on teasing the baby, when she heard someone mentioning herself, she turned to look at Jiang Shijie.

Jiang Shijie also looked at her: "Your Mianmian mother plans to let you take over her business in the future, so please work hard."

"I don't want to, I want to paint, I want to travel around the world." Ke Fangrui is still more interested in becoming an architect like her mother.

"Oh, Mianmian, it's a pity that your Ke family has such a big family business that no one can keep it anymore." Jiang Shijie rubbed her chest pretending to be in pain.

"Come on you." Ke Momian smiled nonchalantly.

Ke Fangrui raised his face and looked at them, very indifferently: "Then just have another baby?"

Jiang Shijie was stunned: "Yes...ha..."

When she looked at Ke Momian, she also froze there, but Jin Ying was calmer, looking at Fang Qingyu with flickering eyes.

Fang Qingyu automatically blocked the abnormally quiet atmosphere at the moment, coaxed the baby to sleep, and put her back to Jiang Shijie's side.

Ke Momian was just about to say Tongyan Wuji, just forget it after hearing it, but Fang Qingyu looked at herself with a smile: "Then let's have another one."

Children's thinking is much simpler than that of adults, but who says it must be unreasonable?