After the Marriage Cancellation, She Becomes a True Ancestor

As expected, Hu Xiuli was thinking about how to please the Wang family at the reception banquet.

It happened that Ye Lao, the master of traditional Chinese painting, returned to Beijing, and as soon as the plane landed, Hu Xiuli impatiently took him to the Rong family, saying that he would pick up the wind and wash the dust for him.

"Elder Ye, please have some tea."

Rong Ruo placed his painting on the coffee table in the living room in advance, and Lao Lao sat down.

Looking at the painting like his life, he hurriedly put down the teacup again and admired the painting: "Yes, I have made progress again."

Hu Xiuli, who was pouring tea on the side, smiled and said, "Lao Ye, you just got off the plane, take a rest first, don't rush to show her the painting, you don't receive a penny every time you change the painting for her, I'm so embarrassed, She winked: "Xiaoruo, quickly deliver tea to Ye Lao."

Rong Ruo was about to hand it over, but Ye Lao waved his hand: "I am a person, I will not be thirsty or hungry as soon as I see a painting. Money is easy to get, but mountains and rivers are hard to find. Xiao Ruo is my most proud student."

He looked at the landscape in the painting, stroked his beard, and praised: "The essence of Chinese painting is the word 'Qi Yun', Qi is 'Qi Gu', and rhythm is 'Shen Yun', Xiaoruo's paintings are the most worthy of praise. It's this verve, it's so vivid, it's just this spirit..."

Seeing Rong Ruo's nervous expression, Ye Lao said with a smile, "It's okay, it's okay, women's paintings tend to lack a little more energy than men's. I'll fix it for you later."

Hu Xiuli felt a little regretful: "No wonder I have never seen a woman become a master of Chinese painting."

Ye Lao put down the painting and said thoughtfully, "No, my master is a woman, but the vigor in her painting makes me ashamed even now."

Rong Ruoxin was taller than the sky, and she said confidently, "As long as you give me more guidance, I believe I can do it."

Ye Lao smiled and patted her head, but didn't say much. He was embarrassed to attack his lover's enthusiasm. As the saying goes, a painting is like a person.

Seeing this, Hu Xiuli rekindled hope. She knew that Xiaoruo had shown great talent in traditional Chinese painting since she was a child. She complimented: "It must be quite amazing to be your master Ye Lao."

Thinking of Master's short life, Ye Lao nodded slightly sadly: "It was said that Master, in fact, only taught me one day, but only one day's teaching has allowed me to achieve today's achievements, Master's high attainments, Predictable."

After Ye Lao left, Rong Ruo concentrated on changing the painting: when he was ready to change it, he would give it to Grandpa Bo. Anyway, Grandpa Bo didn't know that this painting had been changed by Ye Lao. ...even Bo Yunli would look at her with admiration.

Just thinking about it, Hu Xiuli came over with a tray of cherries and said in a gentle tone, "Do you know why Mom is so eager to invite Ye Lao?"

Rong Ruo ate one: "Of course it's to help me change the painting."

Hu Xiuli used a piece of paper to pick up the nut that Rong Ruo spit out: "You guessed half right, Wang Dongqing's grandfather will return to China in a few days, and your grandfather's intention is to let you take this painting as a gift and present it to Mr. Wang at the reception banquet. "

"Grandpa Wang?" Rong Ruo twisted her body, the boss was not happy: "I drew this painting for Grandpa Bo!"

Hu Xiuli's tone was a little flattering: "Oh, this picture is given to Mr. Wang first, and the one for Bo's family can be painted later. Your father wants to cooperate with the Wang family. Your grandfather found out that Mr. Wang also likes to paint. Your painting is good for our family. Business is critical."

Rong Ruo pinched the painting and was very reluctant to say, "Can my father talk to President Wang about business matters?"

"Xiu Xiu, this granddaughter is really spoiled by you!" With the sound of an old male voice, the servant lifted the curtain of the inner room, and Rong Ruo's grandfather, Rong Shengming, came out of the inner room with a cane.

Unlike Hu Xiuli, Rong Shengming has always been strict with this granddaughter. Since Da Rong Ruo was born, he has devoted himself to training him, and pinned all the hopes of the Rong family on this granddaughter.

To say that Rong Ruoxin is taller than the sky is completely inherited from his grandfather.

Rong Ruo was most afraid of his grandfather, holding the painting, not daring to say anything.

Hu Xiuli persuaded: "Xiaoruo, listen to your grandfather, this time we are robbing the Su family for business. If you don't help, then Su should be proud. Ye Lao and your grandfather will go there that day. Show off the limelight at the reception!"

Hu Xiuli knew her daughter very well, and her words pierced into Rong Ruo's heart.

Rong Ruo rolled his eyes, not knowing what to think, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then nodded in agreement.

Rong Shengming's expression softened. He had already inquired about it. Although President Wang is the chairman of the Wang Group, the real power has always been in the hands of the old man.

Speaking of the preferences of the old man Wang, I have to mention that he once earned a lot of gunpowder with the old man of the Bo family for a Chinese painting at an auction, and finally returned.

Rong Shengming said schemingly: "The Su family has technology, and our Rong family has a price advantage. Now we will see who can please Mr. Wang... Xiaoruo, focus on changing the painting these days, don't let Grandpa disappointed."

Xiaoruo draws so well that even Elder Ye is full of praise, not to mention Elder Wang.

Rong Shengming sneered, the ending was obvious, no need to say more.

Fortunately, Su Chenshuo was defeated by the guidance of an expert back then, but Su Jinyang still wanted to make trouble now.

Rong Shengming didn't feel wronged at all, anyway, all the damned are dead, the events of the past are finalized, and no one will ever know the truth!

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The next day, at 8 am.

It was the time for early morning self-study at Kyoto No. 1 Middle School.

Zhang Guangqiu was leaning on the back door and quietly patrolling the classroom, and he saw Su Ye sitting in the last row at first sight.

Her back is straight and she sits upright, in stark contrast to other crooked students.

Zhang Guangqiu nodded, Ruzi could be taught, he stretched his neck to see if Su was reading or doing exercises.

But the next second, he was stunned!

Su is neither reading nor doing exercises, but is looking at his mobile phone!

She didn't hide or tuck it, she directly stood the phone on the phone holder, looking blatantly.

Zhang Guangqiu couldn't bear it any longer and rushed directly into the classroom.

The boys in the back row who were copying their homework saw the head teacher suddenly rush in and were so scared that they almost died.

Later, I found that the head teacher went straight to Su Ye, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief. They opened the closed homework book again, and glanced in the direction of Su Ye secretly. I hadn't seen Su Ye for a long time and was scolded. ,so excited.

Su Ye was neither in a hurry nor in a hurry. Seeing Zhang Guangqiu reaching out, he took out a kraft paper bag directly from the hole in the table and stuffed it into his hand.

Whispered: "The medicine I promised you yesterday, this is a week's supply. From now on, come to me to pick it up every Monday, and I will adjust the prescription according to the change in hair volume."