Mr. Gu, my wife went to the men's department to register for you again.

As soon as she spoke, everyone laughed.

Mrs. Chen joked, It can't be compared. My girl is not as confident as Miss Qiao.

The old lady frowned, this...she couldn't open her eyes and tell lies.

The old lady raised her eyes to look at Gu Jingyan and passed the blame to her great grandson.

Jingyan, it's up to you to judge.

Gu Jingyan...

Shen Qingchuan's eyelids twitched, it had to be the old lady, whose daughter-in-law would be offended.

Gu Jingyan looked at the calligraphy of the two people seriously, raised his eyes and said, Miss Song's calligraphy is free and elegant, with both form and spirit; Ruoxing's calligraphy... is new and unique, both of them have their own merits, so I guess they are evenly matched.

Everyone...

Do you think everyone is blind?

Is this called an equal score?

Qiao Ruoxing wanted to laugh a little. Gu Jingyan was probably thinking hard enough to think of these two words to praise her, right?

Just as she was about to speak out, a male voice suddenly came from behind.

In terms of appearance, Miss Song is better, but in terms of meaning, I think Ruoxing is even better.

Everyone turned around and saw Mo Mingxuan walking forward and saying with a smile, Grandma, happy birthday, don't blame me for talking too much, right?

Gu Jingyan's eyes darkened.

The old lady smiled and said, If you can tell your truth, I won't blame you.

Mo Mingxuan said warmly, I definitely have my reasons.

As he spoke, he turned to the waiter holding the calligraphy of Qiao Ruoxing and said, Please turn this calligraphy upside down.

The waiter was stunned, Inverted?

Yes, upside down.

Although the waiter was puzzled, he did as he was told.

When Gu Jingyan turned the words upside down, he instantly understood where Qiao Ruoxing's confidence came from.

Everyone looked at the words and suddenly realized that when viewed backwards, they didn't look like words at all, but looked like... a portrait.

Someone in the crowd said, Isn't this a portrait of Mrs. Gu?

Everyone took another look and saw that it was really a portrait of an old lady.

The brush painting clearly captures the characteristics of the characters. The old lady's curly hair and conspicuous cheekbones when she smiles can be identified at a glance.

The old lady was surprised and happy, This is actually a painting.

What I saw was a birthday message, but what I saw was a portrait of the birthday boy. There is no program more surprising than this.

The people who had just laughed at Qiao Ruoxing for her ugly handwriting now looked as if they had eaten flies, and their faces looked like pig liver.

The calligraphy is not very good, and the painting is not very good, but when combined together, it can be both calligraphy and painting. Apart from being awesome, there is nothing left but awesome.

Damn it, your wife is awesome. I mean, you've been living with her for so long and you didn't even know she had this ability? Shen Qingchuan said, Mingxuan has a sharp eye. He can see the mystery behind this word right away. My friend, this is it.

Gu Jingyan said with a cold face, If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!

Not far away, Song Wanqian also sighed, This girl from the Qiao family is not simple.

Su Wanqin lowered her eyes and smiled, It's not easy.

She glanced at Song Tianjun who was standing aside. The latter looked indifferent, with not much emotion on his face.

Qiao Ruoxing rolled her eyes, Grandma, happy birthday. I hope you are in good health and stay younger as you live.

Song Jiayu curled up her fingers slightly and then said, May your sun and moon shine brightly, and your cranes and pine trees grow forever.

Qiao Ruoxing...

Miss Song's polite speech made her seem particularly uneducated.

The old lady smiled happily and said, It's all good. The children are interested. I'll have them framed later.

With that said, Lao Qin was rewarded with a red envelope.

Qiao Ruoxing thanked her and took it.

Song Jiayu declined, My skills are not as good as others, and I am ashamed to take the red envelope given by my grandma.

Qiao Ruoxing paused and suddenly smiled, Ms. Song, this is not a competition. We are writing to make grandma smile. She just wants to be happy. Why is her skill inferior to others?

Uncle Qin also said, Miss Song, please accept it. This is a blessing from the old lady.

Song Jiayu pursed her lips and then took it, I'm so narrow-minded.

Qiao Ruoxing didn't answer any more.

Ever since Song Jiayu proposed writing with her, she felt strange.

Song Jiayu wants to be in the spotlight, and there are plenty of opportunities. He insists on pulling her, no matter how he looks at it, he wants to step on him and lift her up.

I wonder if her mind is too impure and she always likes to speculate on others with the greatest malice.

I hope she is overthinking it.

The daughter of the Song family has nothing to lose and has never seen any kind of scene. There is no need to step on others to praise herself.

After the long table was removed, Mo Mingxuan walked towards Gu Jingyan and Shen Qingchuan.

Shen Qingchuan greeted, Mingxuan, why are you here? I thought you wouldn't come tonight.

Mo Mingxuan smiled, There have been a lot of cases in the past two days. The office is very busy, so I came a little late, he said, glancing at Qiao Ruoxing who had already walked up to him. It's better to come early than to come late. I'll watch it if it's late. There is no such wonderful calligraphy and painting as this.”

Qiao Ruoxing said with a smile, If you don't say anything, no one will notice it, and I will have to turn the words around myself, and the surprise will become funny.

Mo Mingxuan's revelation was twice as satisfying as her own revelation.

Thinking about the shocked and unbelievable expressions on those people's faces, Qiao Ruoxing felt that this guy was so cool pretending.

She just had too little time in the past few years since she was married to Gu Jingyan. She had learned a lot of random skills, but she never expected that they would one day come in handy.

Whoever reveals the secret should be shocked or shocked. How did you learn this?

Mo Mingxuan was very curious about this.

There's no other way, I'm just thinking about it.

The two of them chatted as if no one else was around, and Gu Jingyan's face darkened again and again.

Just at this time, Gu Jingyang ran over and took Mo Mingxuan's arm, Brother Mingxuan, dance with me.

Mo Mingxuan whispered, You can find someone else to dance. I just came here and want to rest for a while.

Then I'll take you to a place where no one is around to rest, Gu Jingyang hugged his arm and didn't let go, The pavilion in the middle of the lake over there is very quiet, no one disturbs you.

Mo Mingxuan frowned, and just when he was about to speak, Gu Jingyan handed a fruit plate to Gu Jingyang.

Take Mingxuan and have a good rest, and get more food and drink.

Gu Jingyang was pleasantly surprised that her brother was finally willing to help her chase Mingxuan brother.

She said happily, I know, brother.

After saying that, he took the fruit plate and dragged Mo Mingxuan towards the lake.

There were many people around, and Gu Jingyang was holding a lot of things. Mo Mingxuan couldn't push Gu Jingyang away, so he had to be pulled away by her.

Shen Qingchuan did not answer the reason and asked, Didn't you disapprove of Jingyang's pursuit of Mingxuan before? Why did you take the initiative to match him today?

Do I disapprove? Gu Jingyan took a sip of the juice and said calmly, Mingxuan is a decent man. I think it would be good for him to be my brother-in-law.

Qiao Ruoxing curled her lips and murmured in her heart, not even looking at your sister's virtue. Is she worthy of Lawyer Mo?

Sister-in-law, how much did the old lady give you in the red envelope?

Shen Qingchuan winked at her and said, Take it apart and take a look.

Qiao Ruoxing was actually also curious. She whispered, Can't we dismantle it now?

Shen Qingchuan said, It's okay, and no one is watching, so tear it down!

Gu Jingyan's eyelids jumped as he looked at the two people who were conspiring loudly.

(See you tomorrow at 12 noon)