Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Look at that." Bi Yan Zhao somewhere under Wen Yan, "Jing Rong. Do you know?"

"I know. Didn't you see it at the school gate last time?" The teacher folded his hands on the window of the car, leaning slightly. The shirt was unbuttoned and the **** gully was intentionally exposed in front of him. He replied softly: "It is a very talented man in our school. Although he is not very old, he has won first-class painting skills and won many awards at home and abroad. According to our school's art teacher, his hands are the hand of God. The college entrance examination, but many universities have already given him an olive branch. But he intended to be the highest institution, and everyone else did not like it. "

"The hand of God? Is it so magical?" Wen Yanzhi lighted himself with a cigarette, as if interested, "rare. I haven't seen the hand of God yet."

The beauty teacher was tired, but when she saw him, she didn't even look at herself. He pursed his lips and said, "Yan Zhi, you have been staring at others, shouldn't you have liked her sister?"

Wen Yanzhi chuckled and said, "Don't talk nonsense, friends and wives should not be bullied."

"Then you still see." The other side spoke coquettishly.

He pushed the door of the car, walked down, and kissed on the woman's head, a little absent-minded and coaxed, "Go and wash the perfume on your body, I don't like it."

The woman looked frustrated, and looked down and sniffed herself. In the end, I still listened to the other party and went back to the locker room of the school.

She took a few steps, and even looked back at the man who got all the attention when she got out of the car. He is romantic, charming and tempting, like a poppy, and like a kite without a line. Most of them are captured by him, but no one can catch him.

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"Well, classmates, let's sketch the characters next. Anyone willing to come and be a model?" The art teacher's voice sounded in the outdoor classroom.

Before anyone could respond, someone answered, "I'm coming."

This sound, clear and leisurely, made everyone look up. I saw a handsome man walking towards them with his long legs wide open.

Both the boys and the teacher were puzzled. The girls were excited.

Too beautiful! !!

If such a person is a model, even painting will be energetic!

"This gentleman, we are in class now ..." When the teacher approached, the teacher reminded.

"I know, don't you need models? I'll be a model for them, so I don't have to be delayed to paint." Wen Yanzhi hadn't waited for the teacher's words to finish, and he was one step ahead. Moreover, Da La La took a chair and sat down. Moreover, he sat straight in front of Jing Rong.

Jing Rong remembered him and couldn't help but look at him twice.

"Teacher, just him! So handsome, we must draw well!"

"Yeah, yeah, it can totally inspire us!"

Schoolgirls pleading.

The teacher is not an old-fashioned person. Besides, everyone loves beauty! He nodded openly, "OK, the minority obeys the majority. Today is an exception!"

Jing Rong moved the drawing board aside and took the pencil and sketchbook out of the bag. Wen Yanzhi raised his hand and turned over his drawing board. Jing Rong held his hand and shook his head at him.

Wen Yanzhi glanced at the teacher who was painting, bowed to Jing Rong, his voice lowered: "It's just painting, what can't you see?"

"It's not that you can't look at the paintings. You are a model now. You need to be model literate and don't move around." Jing Rong's eyes were clear and he said seriously. The young voice, like the flowing stream, was not polluted by any tobacco, and it was extremely clean.

Wen Yanzhi couldn't help but, "It turns out you are as old-fashioned as your sister."

"It's not old-fashioned, it's just basic principles." He whispered to correct him.

"Yi ~" Wen Yanzhi sneered at his words, but did not move anymore. Just asked: "Well, why is your sister like this?"

"Which?" Jing Rong looked down and drew, responding casually.

"The oil and salt don't enter, and the high cold is boring."

"You came for my sister's sake?" Jing Rong looked up and looked at him.

Wen Yanzhi was stopped by this rhetorical question. What did you come for? I was here for a date, so why sit there for no reason to be a model, and it doesn't make people move. How busy is he?

"Yes, it is for such a thing." He felt that if it was not for this, he would not have thought of a second reason. Who made him the first friend in the world? Blessed is Mr. Yu, Vice President, who can make him a friend.

"I don't agree with my sister and your friend. He and my sister must be inappropriate." The person in front of me knew.

"Well, you haven't seen anyone before and you know it's not suitable? Young, you know.

Jing Rong did not expect that he would return to himself in rough words, and for a moment, lowered his head, his voice was a bit cooler than before, "I don't understand, then don't ask me."

Wen Yanzhi looked at him, funny, "Angry?"

"No."

"Well, you are not very young, and you have a good temper."

"..." Jing Rong decided to ignore him.

"Hey!" Wen Yanzhi did not receive a response, kicked his white sneakers with his toes, "talk."

Jing Rong's feet shrank back, raising his eyes, his eyes contained a clear stream, quiet and peaceful. But at this moment, a good-looking eyebrows twisted, "I'm in class, don't make trouble."

That tone didn't mean to respect him as elder at all, but it contained a little seriousness as a teenager.

Wen Yanzhi looked at the boy's eyes and shook his understanding. After a long while, my lips moved, and then ‘oh’, I really did n’t make any more noise.

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In recent days, Jingyu has been very busy.

The matter of Chen Wanzhi began to be on the agenda. Everything is still on trial, with no results.

Jing Yu blocked Yu Zeyao's number. So he never called again.

Occasionally, late at night, when she was lying in bed, she would think of his injury. That hurts her after all. It's only been ten days, and I'm afraid his injury hasn't completely recovered.

She took the tie clip out of the drawer and thought about it, and put it in her bag. Maybe he did it all. Last time, they had made each other's words very clear, and he probably never met again.

This morning, Jing Yu came out of his father's ward early in the morning. Just changing the white robe, the mobile phone in his pocket was shaking madly.

"Did you finish your class?" Qi Jinnian asked.

Jing Yu ‘hmm’, drowsily yawned.

"That's good, I'll pick you up later!"

"No, I'll take a taxi back home."

"It's not for you to go back, but for you to accompany me to a place." Qi Jinnian looked very happy. "Today is the day when the Vice President takes office, and I will give an open speech at Baiyu Square. We are going to go to a few people, you Come with me. "