When I arrived at the parking lot, I got into Qin Siyuan's car.

Qin Siyuan was on the phone, looking at Chen Wanqing, with a little gentleness in his eyes.

Chen Wanqing heard him talking about Mr. He and her family, she couldn't help but smile gently. After he hung up the phone, she reached out to hold his arm: "Mr. He may not accept me!"

"Professor Gao's face is not bad." Qin Siyuan was also quite confident. Moreover, in his selfishness, he also hoped that Chen Wanqing could make some achievements in art and help enhance Qin's image.

As for that person, forget it!

Qin Siyuan smiled bitterly, then started the car and didn't say much on the road.

Chen Wanqing felt a little unhappy. She was a girl and was sensitive. Qin Siyuan was thinking about who she knew now, but it didn't matter. As long as she grasped him firmly.

She became Mr. He's disciple, but Qin Siyuan didn't want her, and the Qin family refused to let her go.

Thinking of it, I smiled.

The car arrived at the apartment where she lived and ate something casually. Chen Wanqing went to the studio to pick paintings, and Qin Siyuan also went in with her.

As soon as he entered, he was attracted by a painting.

Qin Siyuan picked up the painting and looked at it silently for a while. Chen Wanqing asked carefully, "Siyuan, isn't this painting good?"

She added: "This is what I plan to show to Mr. He, I hope he likes it."

Qin Siyuan seemed to have just come back to his senses and smiled faintly, "That's it."

He put down the painting and thoughtfully: "But Wanqing, this painting doesn't seem to be your style."

Chen Wanqing's heart suddenly jumped and she forced a smile: "What's wrong?"

Qin Siyuan patted off the pigment residue on his hand and said casually, "It feels like it."

Chen Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief and patted her heart: "Siyuan, you scared me to death. I thought you said I didn't draw well."

Qin Siyuan lowered his eyes, making people unable to see the emotions in his eyes.

After a while, he seemed to speak inadvertently: "Wanqing, was the English manuscript for that day in your palm?"

Chen Wanqing's face froze immediately. It took her a long time to find her voice, and she had a hint of trembling: "Siyuan. What do you mean?"

Qin Siyuan said calmly: "No more examples!"

Tears in Chen Wanqing's eyes were circulating: "Siyuan, don't you believe me?"

Qin Siyuan reached out and held her shoulder and said seriously: "Wanqing, we are together, and other people are not important."

"Is that so? Is it really not important?" Chen Wanqing was a little dazed. When Qin Siyuan was about to say something else, she smiled slightly again: "Yes, others are not important!"

She held Qin Siyuan's arm: "But Siyuan, you really blamed me wrongly. I have no reason to do that, right?"

Qin Siyuan's eyes darkened, and he nodded for a moment: "I believe in you."

Even this painting is just a coincidence!

*

Qingcheng Airport.

Bo Xichen stopped the car, and Gu Anxi asked casually when he unbuttoned his seat belt: "What kind of elder is coming?"

Bo Xichen turned his head and smiled: "You are a person who studies art, Mr. He must have heard of it?"

Gu Anxi was stunned and stared at him for a long time without saying anything.

Bo Xichen smiled slightly: "What's wrong?"

Gu Anxi's voice was a little floating: "Nothing."

Professor Bo looked at her and got out of the car first. Gu Anxi followed him, but was caught by him later...
Chapter completed!