Chatper 258 (2/2)

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"You and her are quite predestined. After this matter is dealt with, you can hang out with her more. Frankly speaking, if it weren't for someone like Qin Yiyue, even if she were your sister, I wouldn't let her be with us It has something to do with her family. But that person is Qin Yiyue, she is pretty good in every way, I think having one more sister is good for you and me."

"Sister, what's the matter with you? You didn't talk like a mother-in-law before. If anyone dares to make you unhappy, you can just hit him directly, and you won't waste your tongue."

"I'm almost thirty, okay? I have to take a mature and steady route."

Cheng Jiangming: "..."

Forgive his blindness, but he really didn't see how mature and stable his sister was.

**

The two didn't get home until nearly seven o'clock.

The days are short in winter and it gets dark early.

The villa was already brightly lit, and the servants at home could be seen busy serving dishes through the windows.

Cheng Jiangxue and Cheng Jiangming got off the car one by one.

Mrs. Cheng saw the two coming in, and asked puzzledly, "Are you coming back in the same car?"

"I'll go to my sister's unit and wait for her to get off work."

"It's still a bit of a gentleman, go wash your hands, dinner will be served soon."

"it is good."

Cheng Jiangming said and walked to the bathroom on the first floor.

Cheng Jiangxue changed shoes in the hallway and asked, "Where's Dad?"

"He's in the study, go and tell him to come down."

"Um."

Cheng Jiangxue followed the stairs to the second floor, walked to a room with an open door, and called softly, "Dad."

"Baby girl is back." Cheng Zizhi smiled, "Wait for me, I'll go down after finishing this painting."

Cheng Jiangxue walked over and stood behind Cheng Zizhi to watch him draw.

After her father stopped managing the company and family business, he began to learn Chinese painting from famous masters.

Now I draw more and more of my own style.

After Cheng Zizhi finished painting, he put down his brush and looked at Cheng Jiangxue with a smile, "Come on, Dad hasn't seen you draw for a long time, let's draw a picture for Dad to appreciate."

"Cheng Dong, do you know what it means to be an axe at the door of the class? Forensic doctor Cheng uses a paintbrush to paint shamelessly in front of Chairman Cheng, which is called the ax at the door of the class."

"Is this a painting or not?"

"I'm so thick-skinned, I want to show you if you don't ask me to draw, not to mention you sincerely invited me."

Cheng Zizhi looked at his precious daughter with a doting smile, and gave up his position to give her enough space to play freely.

Cheng Jiangxue moved Cheng Zizhi's painting aside to dry, and laid a new sheet of paper.

After holding her breath and concentrating, she picked up the pen and began to draw.

Due to lack of practice in her painting skills, her brushwork was a little jerky at first, and her brushwork was also a little stiff, but she quickly entered the state.

Does a person's writing and painting have a great impact on her own spirit, personality and current mood?

Anyone who knows how to draw can see it.

The content of Cheng Jiangxue's paintings is very simple, with green hills, pines and cypresses, and the brushwork brings the vigor and strength of men and the delicateness unique to women.

Cheng Jiangxue was stained with red ink and sweated heavily on the drawing paper.

The setting sun suddenly appeared on the paper.

Cheng Jiangxue raised his eyebrows, threw a pen into the inkstone, and hummed, "Dad, you are so good at torturing people."

"Who told you not to go home for dinner for such a long time, finally caught once."

"Didn't I just come back last weekend? Dad, you haven't seen me for a day, is it like three autumns to me?"