Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

When Zhang Wenxin heard this, her face became even more angry. Where did this kid come from to talk nonsense here!Just when he was about to speak, Song Shiyu stopped him.

Zhang Wenxin didn't know him, but Song Shiyu hadn't forgotten that this was the young master of the Rong family.Song Qingzhu and the others can provoke them, but they can't touch this living Bodhisattva.

Mu Yide originally thought that Song Qingzhu was the precious daughter of the Song family, so he treated the Song family with courtesy, but now it seems that things are not what he thought.

Immediately, a little anger arose in my heart.

Rong Jingchen rolled his eyes, and continued to add, "But now Xiao Qingqing has severed ties with the Song family."

Saying that, he handed Mu Yide a "you understand" expression.

The interaction between the two of them was seen by Song Qingzhu, who only felt it was funny and warm in her heart. Although she had no relationship with her parents, everyone she knew treated her well.

"Is this Song family as bad as you said?" Mu Yide lowered his head and asked the little guy beside him.

Rong Jingchen nodded, and Mu Yide's eyes shifted to Song Qingzhu, who just smiled and didn't say anything.But in Mu Yide's eyes, he only felt that Song Qingzhu was a good girl, and even though the Song family treated her harshly, he didn't want to lose the Song family's face outside, and the anger in his heart increased a little.

With a sullen face, Mu Yide said to his assistant, "Come some people and drive the two of them out for me."

"Master Mu!" Song Shiyu's expression changed. If they were kicked out, wouldn't they be ashamed?

"Song Qingzhu, after all, I'm your stepmother!" Zhang Wenxin also said angrily.

Song Qingzhu nodded with a smile, "Well, so?" She shrugged and continued, "This is Mu Lao's territory, and I can't be the master."

Seeing that she didn't mean to intercede for the mother and daughter, Mu Yide nodded secretly. He doesn't like people who are too weak.

If Song Qingzhu really pleaded for them, for Song Qingzhu's sake, he wouldn't be able to let the mother and daughter go, but his impression of Song Qingzhu must not be as good as it is now.

Song Shiyu looked at Song Qingzhu with hatred in his eyes.Because of Song Qingzhu, she has lost invitations to many shows recently, and her popularity has plummeted.

If Mu Yide is kicked out of the studio again, I'm afraid he will become the laughing stock of others again.

She Song Qingzhu is just an illegitimate daughter, why!
"Still doing it?" Mu Yide said displeased when he saw the assistant not moving.

The assistant quickly called several security guards over: "Mrs. Song, Miss Song, please."

Zhang Wenxin hated her so much, but she still had to maintain a calm face, holding her head high, and pulled her daughter away.

What kind of master of Chinese painting, in her opinion, is just a blind old man who was confused by Song Qingzhu.

Song Shiyu's eyes turned to Rong Jingchen, everything changed with the appearance of Rong Jiuye, if she could get Rong Jiuye's favor...

Song Qingzhu didn't know what Song Shiyu was thinking, she was already in the limelight today, so in order to avoid suspicion, she whispered a few words in Rong Jingchen's ear.

"Xiao Qingqing, don't worry, take care of me!"

After Rong Jingchen finished speaking, he trotted forward and grabbed Mu Yide's sleeve, "Grandpa, take me to the place where you paint."

Mu Yide looked at the child with a little more joy in his heart, and happily took his hand and walked in: "Okay, okay, let's go, little girl, follow up."

Everyone immediately understood that what Song Qingzhu got now was only obtained by relying on the Rong family.

Contemptuous and disdainful eyes cast on Song Qingzhu, Song Qingzhu didn't seem to notice, and slowly followed behind Rong Jingchen and Mu Yide, the corners of her lips slightly curled up, that's what she wanted.

Entering the innermost room of the studio, which is also the only room not open to the public, Song Qingzhu closed the door, and then let out a bad breath.

"Old man, can you not take special care of me in the future, I don't want to be famous."

Mu Yide's eyes flickered, "What's the matter, I really appreciate you."

"But I don't want to increase the hatred value. Look at those people outside. If the eyes are real, I'm afraid I've already been pierced by a thousand arrows."

Mu Yide was stunned, no wonder the little guy suddenly dragged him to the front just now, the emotion was to make everyone think that she was a smart girl who took advantage of the Rong family's influence.

Song Qingzhu casually found a chair and sat down, "Your body should have a good rest now, and you should paint less during this time."

Mu Yide stroked his beard and laughed, "I didn't expect you, little girl, not only have a good eye for art, but also good medical skills."

Song Qingzhu's eyes sparkled, and he said modestly, "It's just that I have seen a lot of paintings when I was free, and I have some experience."

Seeing her humble appearance, Mu Yide liked her even more. She was still wearing a mask at the art exhibition last time, but she took off the mask today, so her appearance was three points similar to his Yun Rong.

Thinking of her missing daughter, Mu Yide's old eyes showed sadness.

Song Qingzhu sensed that he was in a bad mood, and asked concerned, "What's wrong with you?"

Mu Yide came back to his senses and waved his hand, "It's nothing, I just thought of an old friend. You look a little like her."

Song Qingzhu was stunned, and smiled, "Probably because my face is more popular, haha."

Mu Yide withdrew his gaze from Song Qingzhu's face, and took out a painting, "I paid a lot of money for this painting a few days ago, little girl, you are here to taste it."

Song Qingzhu turned his head when he heard the sound. The painting was an oil painting, in which several children were playing, and a man and a woman standing next to them should be the parents of these two children, with smiles on their faces.

Song Qingzhu's eyes widened slightly, it couldn't be such a coincidence, but the seal where the pen was written reminded her brightly that it was such a coincidence.

She remembered that this painting was a competition entry and was later sold to a collector, but she did not expect it to end up in the hands of Mu Yide.

"Old man, how much did you pay for this painting?"

Mu Yide did not hide it, "There were many people competing for this painting at the time, and it cost me nearly one million to bid for it."

Song Qingzhu looked surprised, the price is a bit high.

"Little girl, can you see the artistic conception in this painting?" Mu Yide asked expectantly.

Song Qingzhu hooked her lips. This painting was written by her, so she naturally knew what state of mind she had when painting.

"In the painting, the children are playing, the parents are watching, and the mangosteen hut in the farmland expresses the harmony of the family and the joy of brothers and friends. The painter should especially yearn for this kind of emotion in his heart. Only those who are extremely lacking in this kind of emotion will Yearning so much."

"Not bad, you really have vision." Mu Yide praised, "This painting is made by a foreign painter. Although it adopts the traditional Western painting style, it also reveals the unique oriental landscape. Le, so I concluded that this Zhiqiu should be a Chinese."

"Probably." Song Qingzhu nodded in agreement, glanced at a painting in the corner inadvertently, walked over slowly and picked it up.

"This doesn't seem to be your handwriting?" Song Qingzhu said softly.