Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 13 Thirteen

The Jiang family was in the villa area, and the taxi couldn't come up. Jiang Chuchu could only resign herself to her fate and walk on high heels when she got out of the car.

Her heart was still beating a little faster—that was the sequelae of the ups and downs of mood.

After years of training, though, she's pretty much used to it.

Jiang Chuchu took a breath, and in order to relieve herself, she took out her mobile phone and checked Weibo while walking.

Jiang Chuchu's Weibo account is a little transparent with [-] fans. Except for half of what Zha Lang sent, it is estimated that she often posts photos of her beautiful figure covering her face, and the other half is asked by wretched homeboys. Is it a date, or someone who tirelessly sells porn to her-usually she keeps this kind of fan, it's not easy for everyone, you can sell it if you want.

She often takes pictures of her random oil paintings and shares them, and occasionally receives seven or eight likes from real fans. Among them, a fan named "Little White Rabbit's White" left her a message.

[You are from Nancheng, right? This year's youth oil painting art exhibition will be held in Nancheng. Will you participate in the big conference?expect. 】

Jiang Chuchu's pace slowed down, she frowned and thought for a while, and then responded quickly.

"Look at your mood."

Walking back to Jiang's house, as soon as she entered, Jiang Chuchu saw Jiang Mingzhu directing her servants to move her afternoon tea to a sunny place. The huge engagement ring on her left middle finger reflected dazzling brilliance in the sun.

Jiang Chuchu wanted to pretend to turn a blind eye, but Jiang Mingzhu took the initiative to stop her, with a look of disdain on her delicately made-up face.

"I heard that you begged your mother to arrange a position for you in Yuan Cheng's company. I don't want to ask you what you are thinking. As soon as mother agreed, you went to seduce Dr. Wen again?"

Jiang Chuchu felt nothing in her heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.

She could almost imagine her dear mother lovingly turning right and wrong in front of Jiang Mingzhu, pouring all the sewage on her head without hesitation.

Looking at Jiang Mingzhu's carefree and sarcastic appearance, Jiang Chuchu had to sigh, if being stupid is a kind of luck, then Jiang Mingzhu is really lucky.

Jiang Mingzhu forcibly touched Ci, "Why don't you speak? Are you dumb?"

Jiang Chuchu shrugged, "Cinderella has no right to speak."

Jiang Mingzhu didn't react, or she was used to being in this house, the last thing she needed to understand was Jiang Chuchu's words.

The opponent's combat power was too weak, and Jiang Chuchu sighed in disappointment and went upstairs. One minute later, she appeared at the stairs again and asked expressionlessly.

"Jiang Mingzhu, where's the painting in my room?"

Jiang Mingzhu paused with the hand holding the teacup, without raising her head, "I didn't see it."

As long as Jiang Chuchu stood at the stairs and looked at Jiang Mingzhu, Jiang Mingzhu drank tea for as long as possible.

"Jiang Mingzhu, don't regret it then."

Nancheng ladies are farts.

What a genius painter.

Jiang Chuchu slammed on the door with a "bang", but it wasn't enough, so she raised her mobile phone again, and a text message was sent in time before the mobile phone was faced with five horses torn apart.

It was an unknown number.

Jiang Chuchu seemed to have sensed something, took back the phone and scratched it with her finger, the fluorescent light illuminated her eyes.

[I heard that your school's art department is famous all over the country. I wonder if you can take me to visit it tomorrow? 】

Signed - Wen Jiusi.

Jiang Chuchu remembered that when she left, due to her bad mood, she didn't seem to say goodbye to Dr. Wen who "loved her at first sight" properly.

Since everyone is so active, she must give some response.

Biting her lip, Jiang Chuchu replied "OK" slowly.

The text message was sent, and her heartbeat started to speed up again.

Touching her bouncing chest, Jiang Chuchu thought that this kind of restlessness should be called - eager to try.

(End of this chapter)