Sweet Wife, be Good!

"What? It turned out to be He Xiasheng?" Jiang Yue was the first to be unconvinced.

It was said that He Xiasheng was Fu Qian's child, and she still thought that this child looked pretty good.

Now that he knew that the child was from Ye Shusheng, he naturally felt that he was a hillbilly, with no temperament at all.

Fu Mei and Ruan Jiang Xue was also stunned. Old Yang didn't choose Jiang Yuan, but he chose this hillbilly!

How can this make their faces come down?

"Yes, it's Xia Sheng." Old Yang happily, very happy, "He is my closed disciple, Xia Sheng's paintings are very spiritual, and they contain love and emotions, which are very abundant and unforgettable. I have been in the industry for so many years, I thought it would be difficult to see the fascinating paintings anymore, but Xia Sheng made me change this."

Mr. Yang's words, sentence by sentence, seemed to be slapped on the faces of Jiang Yuan, Jiang Xue, Fu Meirou and others.

They boasted about Jiang Yuan's talent before, and now they have been beaten in the face.

Of course, Mr. Yang actually knows that it’s not good to say that, but art people don’t like twists and turns in their speech. When he sees Xia Sheng, Mr. Yang doesn’t care about anything. He just wants to praise him. Closed disciple.

So when he said it, it was inevitable that Jiang Yuan would lose face in comparison.

The surrounding guests also recognized Xia Sheng and said, "It turned out to be General He's son. I didn't expect it to be unremarkable. It's quite amazing."

"Lao Yang has always been open-minded, he said yes, then it must be good."

"That's also true. Although the child of General He's family looks a little bit introverted, he is very gentle and elegant, and he does not look like a mere mortal."

The guests couldn't help but complimented at this moment.

Jiang Yue's face was so ugly that her nephew, who had never been so humiliated before, was overshadowed by the limelight of a hillbilly?

Jiang Yuan was naturally not convinced, and said, "Art works are themselves A's honey and B's arsenic. It is not surprising that Yang Lao likes He Xiasheng."

He said these words very maturely, but he suddenly regained a lot of goodwill.

Everyone can really feel the same way. Yang Lao praised He Xiasheng, although it is a certain degree of support, but not everyone thinks He Xiasheng's paintings are excellent.

However, Jiang Yuan's conversation turned: "But IQ and memory are things that are real, not just talking. For example, this Rubik's Cube..."

He took it out, clicked and wiped countless sounds, over three minutes, and completed a Rubik's Cube. Amidst the exclamations of everyone, it was all disrupted and handed it to He Xiasheng.

Xia Sheng hesitated for a while, did not answer, but said softly: "Jiang Yuan, why not forget it..."

"What counts? Since you're all fighting, let's compete once. It shouldn't be, are you scared?" Jiang Yuan smiled and raised his chin.

The guests all laughed and said, "Everyone has their own strengths. Xia Sheng paints well. It doesn't mean that this is also great. It is normal not to be willing to compare."

"In short, Master Yuan's IQ can still crush everyone. Xia Sheng doesn't want to be ugly at his parents' wedding banquet, so let Master Yuan go."

Jiang Yue finally found a bit of face and smiled: "Jiang Yuan, don't make it difficult for He Xiasheng, he is afraid that the loss is too ugly, and his parents will be embarrassed."