President Lu's sweet wife

Chapter 85 085 Gifts
"That's right, that's right, Lao Yang, don't delay me, little girl."

"The little girl is so talented. Give it to Teacher Song. In the future, the blue will be better than the blue."

Professor Yang is not happy, who cares.Yu Yourongyan gritted his teeth secretly again, how could he be impulsive, he is not the only painter here.

Professor Yang unconsciously stared at those who were more respected than him, feeling a little uncertain.

Song Moshan looked at his second son: "How is it?"

Song Yue leaned on the high chair: "He is very thoughtful and talented."

"Old Yang can't teach her."

Song Yue felt that this praise was overdone. Although Teacher Yang was not a top craftsman, he was at a very high level among the older generation, more than enough to teach a fledgling girl.

Song Moshan looked at the little girl in the crowd: "Her style has already been established, she has her own way, Boy Yang is not suitable for her, and the little girl knew it and never responded to him." But after today's incident, it may not be so, the little girl wanted to thank The other party will also learn painting from the other party.

Song Moshan suddenly had an urge to take out his own paintings to show off his sharpness, and asked her to take the initiative to find him as a teacher!It's not that he is bragging, he thinks this little girl's painting style suits her appetite, so the other party can also see from his paintings what he can guide her: "There are not many girls with such acumen in technology."

"Whether my sister or Wanwan hears this, I will dance with you." After finishing speaking, Song Yue suddenly looked at his father: "Dad, you don't mean to..."

"No……"

"You better not, Wanwan cried all night yesterday."

Song Moshan thought of his granddaughter and rested his mind, forget it, there is no need to make her granddaughter unhappy: "If you followed me..."

"Dad, I saw a friend, let's go over first."

Where Song Yue was standing, he could see the small figure offering tea to Zheng Qiu with a sideways glance. Zheng Qiu gave her a pair of emerald green bracelets as a meeting gift.

The good brother stood next to Song Yue suavely, like a younger brother: "See, this little girl is interesting, talented, and good-looking. Do you think her eyes are very interesting?"

Song Yue ignored him: "..."

"How about we sign her?"

Song Yue told him to clear his mind, don't be too whimsical, Zheng Qiu would not agree.That kid from the Lu family probably won't either.

"Huh? Do you think she looks familiar?"

Song Yue heard the words and looked over. From her senior brother to the thirteenth senior brother, the last meeting gift was a set of handmade Yuehua dance skirts. Even one piece is a valuable thing. A set of double-sided embroidery on the dance skirts takes an embroiderer for two years. It takes a long time to embroider. In order to unify the overall embroidery, several embroiderers cannot do it at the same time. It is time-consuming and labor-intensive. Nowadays, in the traditional craft circle, there are not many people who can complete an item from cutting to embroidery.

It can be seen that Ms. Zheng's apprentices are very satisfied with the new apprentices Ms. Zheng has received, and the meeting ceremony has been upgraded.

It's just that in terms of emotional orientation, he thinks his niece is also very good: "You think so too? Who is she like?" And this sense of familiarity fades away before he thinks about it.

"I can't tell, but I just feel familiar." The speaker looked at the little girl, then at his good brother, then at the little girl, and shook his head again: "Maybe the temperament of an artist is similar."

"perhaps."

"That niece of yours isn't making trouble anymore?"

Song Yue didn't like to hear: "Who made trouble?"

"Okay, okay, I'm making a fuss." After a while, she said again: "I remember she couldn't even draw a duck—" Crap!People ran away!Lest someone become angry from embarrassment!
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Gu Cici got into the car, looked at the heavy pile of presents in the trunk, and sighed, she became rich overnight.

Lu Zhiyuan thought she was worried about where to put it, so he leaned forward to help her fasten her seat belt: "I asked Shen Guangyao to make room for you, put it in my place first."

Gu Ci Ci took advantage of the situation and hugged him who was about to retreat, a little tired, and his tone became delicate: "Standing leg hurts..."

Lu Zhiyuan was hugged in her soft place, and immediately supported both sides with his hands in embarrassment, not fully pressing up.

The driver raised the partition without looking sideways.

The ancient words leaned on his shoulder tiredly: "I didn't even know that there were so many steps in the teacher's banquet. It was more tiring than my part-time job. The main reason is that my mind is tired. I don't want to be a teacher in the future..."

Lu Zhiyuan noticed that her tone was a little weak, and the charm in his heart was gone, so he got up slightly and rubbed her legs: "You don't have to follow her all the time."

"I think, I don't know why I want to get closer to her, do you feel it, I think my master likes me very much!"

Lu Zhiyuan's hand stuck to her soft skin: "Mmm..."

That's not my illusion: "Senior brother and senior sister are also very good. In the red envelope of the senior brother, there is also a bank card, which feels unreal."

Lu Zhiyuan's palms gradually became hot, and her last dress did not reach her knees.

Gu Cici let go of Lu Zhiyuan, leaned back on the chair in thought, turned his head to look at the darkening sky, and played with the button on his cuff with one hand: "Thank you..." She liked Master more than she imagined, liked The senior sister improvised for her to dance "Tian Gong Leng", which is so beautiful.

Lu Zhiyuan withdrew his hand, it's not that he didn't want to press her——

Gu Ci Ci kissed him tenderly and tenderly.

When Lu Zhiyuan regained consciousness, her hand untied his cuff and poked in, Lu Zhiyuan felt like an electric shock, pain, longing, and despair mixed together in his mind, almost drowning his rationality.

"The car stopped..." Gu Cici let him go.

Lu Zhiyuan covered his chaotic brain, fastened the button on his wrist as if there was nothing abnormal, and then calmly opened the car door.

Gu Cici paid attention to him, and deliberately didn't lift the hem of his clothes. It seemed... that he was fine, but, isn't it a little too fine.

"Sir, the warehouse is ready."

Gu Ci Ci got off the car, just about to say something, he was stunned for a moment when he saw this antique mansion, there are pavilions and pavilions in the garden, rockery and flowing water, a few people on both sides of the lake embrace thick willow trees and a plum grove with strong branches in the back Complementing each other, it is now almost early winter, and the plum blossoms are seeing buds for the first time. In a winter scene, it is abruptly silent, and it is easy for all the words in the book to describe its beauty to jump out instantly.

(End of this chapter)