Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 239: Chapter 230

After breakfast, Wen Jiusi changed into a suit of formal attire, white shirt, black suit, and tie with dark gold patterns. Wearing these on Wen Jiusi's body added a touch of extravagance to him, or should not be said to be an addition, but a The dignity that he usually hides is vividly displayed.

"I can't take you to the art gallery today, I still have something to do here."

Jiang Chuchu nodded indifferently, drinking milk with a snort.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Jiusi still asked.

"Do you... want to come with me?"

Jiang Chuchu immediately shook her head like a rattle.

"Why me, I don't want to go."

Wen Jiusi's eyes dimmed, as if he was thinking about something, and he nodded after a while.

"Okay, then you go to your own business first, but Chu Chu, you have to know that from the moment you choose to come to Kyoto, my business is your business, my life is your life, you can escape for a day , but you can’t escape forever.”

Seeing Wen Jiusi's penetrating expression, Jiang Chuchu bit her lip irritably and left.

Compared with Wen Jiusi's helplessness, the students in the oil painting class were quite surprised by Jiang Chuchu's performance.

Originally thought to be Professor Bai's relationship, even if she knew a little bit of oil painting, she couldn't be very good, and she was so good-looking, a girl with this appearance came in through the back door, she must be very delicate.

But Jiang Chuchu's performance surprised everyone.

She is often the first to come to the art museum, and she doesn't socialize with people very much. She silently arranges her painting tools and makes a careful copy of the collection that Professor Bai brought out on the podium today. Jiang Chuchu's paintings are always the most brilliant. Whether it is lines or colors, she can always boldly add her own understanding on the basis of being loyal to the original paintings, making them glow with new vitality.

But during the break, if someone went to talk to her deliberately, Jiang Chuchu would not turn her head coldly, but could accurately call out the person's name and talk to him.

The outstanding woman at the reception in Nancheng seems to have been forgotten in Nancheng, but in this capital where no one knows her, she is just Jiang Chuchu, a girl with special skills.

A few days later, someone who couldn't hold back his curiosity finally asked her.

"Chuchu, why did Professor Bai poach you from Nancheng?"

Jiang Chuchu stopped painting and answered seriously,
"Because Professor Bai said I was the most gifted and spiritual student she had ever met."

Justified and convincing.

Gradually, with a gentle gesture, she blended in among the dozen or so future painters, and Jiang Chuchu suddenly felt that she had regained some of the innocence in the youthful campus.

The place where she studied was a classroom converted from one of the rooms of the Kyoto National Museum of Art, but there are usually people coming and going here, many art lovers who come here especially, or fake art who want to increase their own value by loving art. lovers.

Therefore, Jiang Chuchu felt that it was not surprising to meet Lan Ziqi here.

She had just gone to the restroom and came out, when she saw the familiar figure of the man next to the booth in the hall on the first floor, Lan Ziqi was smiling at Yan Yan, and said something to the person next to him.

Next to him was a 25-year-old woman, dressed elegantly and with exquisite makeup, Jiang Chuchu felt in a daze that he saw a trace of Jiang Mingzhu in her body.

(End of this chapter)