Chapter 135 Teacher Shen Must Teach Me Well

Clang.

On the table is an expensive watch.

Shen Zhiyu said calmly, "Do you want to bribe me with this?"

Xia Beiqing spread his hands, and put his little tiger teeth against the corners of his lips, smiling loosely: "Anyway, I put my words out today, believe it or not."

"By the way." He stood up, propped up the table with both hands, and slowly approached Shen Zhiyu's ear, a low laugh overflowed from his throat, crisp and flirtatious: "I found English to be fun too, in the future You may come to ask Teacher Shen often, and Teacher Shen must teach me well."

After speaking, he kicked the chair away and walked away with a leisurely pace, his back showing a bit of unruly.

Shen Zhiyu rubbed his brows, feeling rather helpless.

Go back to Ruan's house.

It's still early, the sky is below the sunset, and the clouds are surging.

Ruan Feiyue asked the servant to move the painting tools to the back garden.

There is a game recently, so hurry up and practice.

Sitting on a stool, she held a paint tray and picked up a paintbrush.

Halfway through the painting, I heard the noise in the hall.

She turned to look over.

Yun Ci walked into the door, followed by a swarthy boy.

It's that turtle.

Ruan Feiyue frowned.

Did she really bring him home?

The servants pointed and pointed, and there was contempt in their words, and no one was willing to come forward to receive them.

"She dares to bring this kind of person home, it's outrageous."

"Hey, that's my wife's favorite sofa. What if it gets dirty for him?"

"You look at him, your eyes have been staring at him, and you have never seen the world."

Ruan Feiyue evoked a contemptuous smile.

Two lowly people together are a good match.

"I'll pour you a glass of water." Yun Ci walked to the kitchen.

The servants dispersed.

Ruan Feiyue continued to draw and outline the lines.

"You can't do that."

A voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Ruan Feiyue was so frightened that she turned around and Zheng Peng was standing behind, watching her paintings carefully.

Ruan Feiyue moved her position in disgust and opened up the distance.

Zheng Peng pointed to her paintings on the ground and said seriously: "I see that you are imitating other people's styles. Although it is said that beginners should start with imitation, they still need to find out their own style as soon as possible. Illicit imitation will not work."

Ruan Feiyue put down her brush with a slap and sneered, "Do you know how to draw? Point here!"

"Ah?" Zheng Peng was dumbfounded: "Don't be angry, I'm just..."

"Zheng Peng." Yun Ci came over with the water, glanced at Ruan Feiyue's painting, and said to him, "Don't tell her more, let's go upstairs."

The two left the back garden side by side, and Ruan Feiyue was so angry that she threw the painting on the ground.

Zheng Peng's words were still like thorns, stuck in her heart.

Art has always been something she is proud of, but after learning to paint for so many years, she does imitate others ignorantly and never finds her own style!

Come to the room.

Yun Ci handed the water to Zheng Peng: "Just sit down."

Zheng Peng sat on the chair and took a sip of water: "She is Aunt Yun's biological daughter, right?"

"Um."

Zheng Peng pouted, "Aunt Yun is not gentle at all."

Yun Ci didn't pick up on this, and changed the subject: "When is your solo exhibition?"

Zheng Peng smiled stupidly: "Next Wednesday, you must come over then."

Yun Ci gave him an ok gesture.

Zheng Peng's grandfather is the current secretary general of the king. As soon as Zheng Peng was born, his parents died unexpectedly. The fortune teller said that he was a nemesis. He had to be sent to the countryside to suppress evil spirits.

Therefore, Zheng Peng was sent to the countryside by his grandfather since he was a child and raised by a nanny, which became Yun Ci's neighbor.