The Wife of the Wealthy Family Is Fierce and Cute

Li Yan carried Chu Luo swaggeringly out of the gate of the Imperial University, and the two of them didn't care about how many lemon essences were behind.

After getting in the car, Li Yan asked Chu Luo, "Do you want to do the experiment tonight?"

"Yes." Chu Luo suddenly thought of something, and asked Li Yan, "Did you send someone to protect Professor Wu?"

"Well, don't worry." Li Yan told her: "The Duanmu family is holding back the Qin family, and at most they just find some excuse to suspend their research."

Chu Luo was relieved.

Just then, her cell phone rang suddenly.

It was Wang Mingtao calling.

As soon as Chu Luo swiped the answer button, Wang Mingtao's anxious voice came over: "Sister Chu, I have already greeted you, my father has planted flowers and plants for several calligraphers and painters before, and one or two of them The family relationship is not bad, when you want to see them, my dad will take you there directly."

Chu Luo thought for a moment and said, "Tell Uncle Wang that I want to see them tomorrow morning."

"Okay." After Wang Mingtao agreed, he asked again: "Sister Chu, what else do you need my help with? Although I can't help with technical skills, I can certainly do hard work."

Chu Luo didn't intend to be polite: "Okay, you go to the student union and wait for me at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

Wang Mingtao hurriedly agreed: "Okay, okay, I will definitely be there on time."

Chu Luo raised her lips and hung up the phone.

At this time, Li Yan glanced at her and asked, "Is there anything I can help with?"

Chu Luo glanced at him, blinked at him, and asked deliberately: "I'm contacting the master of calligraphy and painting, the judges of the National College Student Painting and Calligraphy Competition held by our school that weekend, do you know anyone in this field?"

Li Yan nodded, "I can help you contact the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association. If you want to find a judge, you might as well go to the president directly."

Chu Luo looked at him with surprised eyes.

The corner of Li Yan's mouth raised, "If you want to meet, I'll help you make an appointment with him tonight."

"is it okay?"

"Can."

As Li Yan spoke, he took out his cell phone and made a call, the other party connected quickly. Li Yan said that he was going to see the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, but he didn't know what the other party said. Li Yan hung up the phone and quickly turned the steering wheel .

To Chu Luo's surprise, they went directly to the old town.

"The president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association you mentioned lives in the old town?"

"Ok."

"How did you meet him?" Chu Luo was extremely curious.

"The president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association is Tan Yinfei's uncle."

"...So, who did you call just now?"

"Tan Yinfei."

Chu Luo was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

"Then shall I thank your secretary then?"

"Need not."

Li Yan never treats the people around him badly. Even if the outside world has a bad reputation for him, no one can poach the people who follow him away, because he has the ability to control people's hearts.

The home of the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association is not on the same street as Chu Luo's house, but they are not far away.

When the car drove to the door of the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, a white car stopped just in front of them.

Then I saw Secretary Tan, who was dressed in an elite style, get out of the car and walked over.

Chu Luo and Li Yan got out of the car at the same time.

Secretary Tan said to the two: "President, Miss Chu, I have already greeted my uncle, he is waiting for you at home."

After saying this, he said to Chu Luo again: "Miss Chu, can I ask you to see my uncle?"

"Our school will hold a national calligraphy and painting competition for college students on weekends. I would like to invite some judges."

Secretary Tan nodded and reminded: "Although I can introduce you, there is no guarantee that my uncle will agree to be a judge. As an artist, he has his loftiness. Whether you can persuade him depends on your ability."

Chu Luo nodded understandingly.

Secretary Tan led the two of them towards the gate.

As soon as they reached the gate, the door was opened.

Inside the door stood a middle-aged woman with a good temperament in a cheongsam.

Secretary Tan called out respectfully, "Auntie."

Secretary Tan's aunt complained with a smile: "Yin Fei, why didn't you call me earlier, so that I can prepare your favorite dishes for you."

"Auntie, I've already eaten."

After Tan Yinfei finished speaking, he said to Chu Luo and Li Yan: "This is my aunt, you can call her Ms. Zhang." After speaking, she pointed to Li Yan and Chu Luo: "Aunt, this is my boss and Chu Luo. They came to see uncle."

Ms. Zhang was a little surprised, her eyes sized up the two of them, first she was shocked by Li Yan's aura, then she put her gaze on Chu Luo's face, and couldn't help but praise: "The little girl looks really good. Pretty."

Chu Luo greeted her politely: "Hello."

Aunt Secretary Tan nodded to her and said, "Come in, Lao He is drawing in the living room."

The three of them followed Ms. Zhang into the yard.

The houses in the old city are almost all two-entry courtyards, but the layout of each house is different.

There are many vigorous bamboos planted in the front yard of the He family, and the bamboos are blown by the evening wind, which is particularly artistic.

Walking into the Erjin courtyard, there is a small bridge and flowing water inside, which is antique.

The three of them walked directly to the door facing them.

Walking into the door, you can see many calligraphy and paintings hanging in the living room.

Chu Luo took a look at the calligraphy and paintings, then looked back at the middle-aged man who was standing at the desk on the left and was seriously drawing.

He Zhiqian is fifty-two years old this year. Because he has been immersed in art for a long time, he has a proud temperament unique to literati.

"Old He, Yin Fei and the others are here."

Ms. Zhang reminded He Zhiqian, and said to the secretary: "Yin Fei, please bring the two guests over to sit, and I'll make tea."

"Okay, aunt."

After Ms. Zhang turned around and went out, Tan Yinfei led the two of them to He Zhiqian's side.

He Zhiqian's subordinates didn't stop. When the three of them came over, they just glanced at Chu Luo and Li Yan, and said in a non-enthusiastic way: "Yin Fei, take the two of you to sit."

"Okay, uncle."

Tan Yinfei said to the two: "Let's go, let's go over there and wait for a while."

Chu Luo looked at the painting of tits playing that He Zhiqian was drawing, and said to Li Yan and Tan Yinfei: "You guys go over and sit down, I'll take a look at Mr. He's painting."

Tan Yinfei wanted to say something, Li Yan glanced at him, he immediately closed his mouth, took Li Yan to the sofa next to him and sat down.

Chu Luo didn't bother He Zhiqian, just stood more than one meter away from the desk and watched.

There are mountains and waters, flowers and grass in He Zhiqian's painting of tits playing. The biggest highlight is the few playing tits.

Each tit has a different feeling, but it can also make people feel their joy at the moment.

Chu Luo looked at it seriously, and He Zhiqian kept drawing without looking up at her.

When drawing the last tit, He Zhiqian's hand suddenly trembled, and the whole painting became particularly obtrusive because of that stroke.

He Zhiqian sighed and was about to tear up the painting.

"Mr. He, wait a minute."

Chu Luo approached the desk, looked at the painting and asked, "Since Mr. He doesn't want this painting anymore, can you let me draw more?"

He Zhiqian finally raised his eyes to look at Chu Luo, his expression was a little irritable after ruining today's hard work, and his tone was not very good: "You want to draw like this?"

"Mr. He lent me the brush."

"No, although this painting has been ruined, I don't want it to be completely ruined."

"How did Mr. He know that I would destroy this painting? Would you believe me if I said I could bring it back to life?"

"What an arrogant tone."

"Then should we come to make a bet?" Chu Luo stared at him closely, the corner of his lips raised with an inevitable arc: "As long as I save this painting, you promise to go to the university held by the Imperial University on weekends." Became a judge in a painting and calligraphy competition."

It was the first time He Zhiqian met someone as confident as Chu Luo, and wanted to teach her a lesson, so he said, "Then what if you can't save her?"

"If I can't save him, I will be responsible for curing Mr. He's hand disease."

He Zhiqian finally showed surprise on his face, "How do you know I have hand disease?"

"I can tell Mr. He later."

After Chu Luo finished speaking, he stretched out his hand towards him, "Mr. He, I can borrow your paintbrush."

He Zhiqian stared at Chu Luo closely, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't believe her.

At this time, Tan Yinfei who was sitting beside said, "Uncle, I can vouch for Chu Luo."

He Zhiqian was a little surprised that his nephew, who demanded perfection in everything, would say this. After thinking about it, he still gave the brush to Chu Luo and stepped aside at the same time.

Chu Luo walked over with the paintbrush and quickly drew on that stroke.

Soon, two tits that were chasing and fighting jumped out of the paper.

The chickadee that was in the downwind had a tail feather pecked off by another titmouse, and the tit that had its feathers pecked off was dumbfounded at the fallen feather, and the pen that He Zhiqian drew just happened to be the fallen feather middle stem.

The falling feathers of two tits not only did not destroy the whole, but doubled the joy in people's hearts.

"Wonderful!"

After a while, He Zhiqian suddenly praised loudly.

He was simply amazed by the two tits and the fallen feathers that Chu Luo added, and the previous aloofness was put away in an instant, and when he looked at Chu Luo, his eyes became eager: "How did you come up with it? on these?"

Chu Luo pointed to the drawing paper: "I just followed Mr. He's drawing."

He Zhiqian nodded, admiration flashed in his eyes, and motioned to her: "Let's go, go and sit."