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

Father Wen pointed at her painting and sarcastically said: "This is what you have learned for so long!?"

Wen Zhifei looked at him with hostility.

Wen's father was full of resentment, looked at her with staring eyes, eyes full of hatred, pointed at her, and shouted: "What kind of eyes are you? Stare at me again!"

At this time, Wen's mother had already heard them quarreling, and the quarrel was so loud that it could be heard downstairs, causing two members of the family to come over.

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight, Wen's mother rushed over to stop them.

"What the hell are you two doing! Why are you arguing? Why do father and daughter have such a quarrel?"

Mother Wen stopped the two of them ouchily.

Wen Zhifei pointed at Father Wen angrily, "You ask him yourself, I don't know why he is so nervous, he suddenly ran in."

"You still have the nerve to say, what's the use of you messing with this garbage at home every day? What's the use? You ran so far back then, and now you come back to chew on the old?"

"Why am I so old? I didn't spend your money, I spent your money?" Wen Zhifei also lost her temper. She looked at the broken easel and drawing board, her face sank, and then she turned around. Pack your bags and say to them, "OK, I'm not staying at home."

Mother Wen grabbed her arm, "Zhifei, Zhifei, don't listen to your dad talking nonsense, he's angry."

"Let her go! Let her go! I want to see what she can do to support herself."

Father Wen put down his harsh words and roared mercilessly.

His daughter, he knew, would definitely come back disheveled within a few days.

At the beginning, because of her own selfish desires, the relationship between the Wen family and the Rong family was broken, but now she gets angry when she sees her.

"Hey! Old smell! Do you know what you are talking about!"

Seeing that her daughter was determined to leave, Wen's mother couldn't persuade her, so she turned her head and shouted anxiously at Wen's father.

Wen's father was unmoved, watching Wen Zhi strode away with great anger, and the door slammed shut.

Seeing that her daughter really left, Wen's mother rushed over and pushed Wen's father, "What the hell are you doing! Do you feel better if you let your daughter go away?"

"It's time to teach her a lesson! Look at what you're used to, she doesn't even know where to go."

"You! You! Look at what you will do if you run away in anger!"

Mother Wen was so angry that she was speechless, she flung her sleeves and left.

Old Man Wen took a deep look at Father Wen, and sighed helplessly, feeling that he was pushing too hard.

Wen Zhifei rented a random hotel outside, because she didn't bring much money, so she could only rent a small hotel.

She practices painting every day, clean and quiet, easy to be inspired.

I listen to some songs at night, and then take the trouble to send messages to Rong Junchu.

When Song Qingzhu received a call from Mr. Mu, she happened to be off work, said goodbye to You Tingting, and walked towards the hospital lobby, answering the phone while walking.

"Grandpa, long time no see."

It has been a long time since I met Mr. Mu, and I was a little panicked when I suddenly received his call.

Mu Yide came to the back garden with a kind smile, looked at the flowers covered by the blizzard outside, and said, "Qing Zhu, what are you doing?"

Song Qingzhu replied: "Just got off work."

She walked to a nearby station and talked as she walked.

Mu Yide said to her: "Do you have time this Saturday?"

Song Qingzhu thought for a while, she didn't seem to have anything to do on Saturday, she had nothing serious to do in this hospital, the main thing was to help Jianghuai.Then it is every Saturday and Sunday, and the life is very nourishing.

"Yes. Grandpa, what are your orders?"

"I can't mention the order, but there is a painting competition in my group, and there is a lack of a contestant, why don't you support it?" Mu Yide said quickly: "You are not required to be able to draw, just to make up the number of people."

"A drawing contest?"

Song Qingzhu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he was very interested in this competition.

She has a wide range of hobbies, including music and painting, so she is actually very interested in participating in painting competitions.

"What? Are you interested?"

Mu Yide raised his eyebrows, he didn't have hope at first, the main reason was to gather the number of people.

Now hearing her rhetorical question, a little hope rose in my heart.

His granddaughter is so good, maybe she can get some good ranking in the competition.

I heard that there will be a well-known overseas Zhifei painter in this competition, and he may be able to meet him. He had only seen her works before, but he had never seen her.However, people who have heard of Zhifei painter say that she is a little girl. If she is really a little girl, then this painting technique can be said to be gifted.

In fact, he would rather see Zhiqiu. Zhiqiu's painting is almost a genius type. She is best at figure painting and oil painting, and her paintings are lifelike. She has won various awards.But there are only her paintings on the Internet, and her appearance has never appeared. She is like a mysterious person, leaving only rumored paintings, but no one is seen.

In the past, Zhiqiu would participate in competitions, big and small, but I don't know if she will participate in this competition.

"A little bit." The car drove to the front, Song Qingzhu got into the car and sat in the back, and then said to Mu Yide: "When will the competition start?"

"Saturday at nine o'clock."

"Ok."

"Is it too late?" Mu Yide said: "In this competition, you need to take out one of your paintings first, and then draw another painting on the spot, so you need two paintings for the competition, and the themes of the two paintings are different. In this way Alright, I'll send you the poster for that game."

"Okay." Song Qingzhu thought for a while, she brought back a painting from Linchuan last time, that should be used as a painting for the competition, and then she could only adapt to the situation when painting on the spot.

After hanging up the phone with Mu Yide, Song Qingzhu also arrived home.

Back in his room, Song Qingzhu received the message from Mu Yide and saw the poster of the competition. The theme of the first painting was free play, and the theme of the second painting on the spot was "Home".

Song Qingzhu looked at the poster and fell into deep thought.

Family?
How can this be summed up?

Song Qingzhu suddenly felt a little regretful, but she couldn't help wanting to participate in the competition.

I don't know why, but she likes to participate in this kind of competition that tests skills.

She wasn't so excited in the previous competitions, this time she has to work hard.

Jiang Jingzhi didn't come back, and Jiang Yanshu wasn't at home either.

The house was empty, Song Qingzhu called the two of them, but Jiang Yanshu didn't answer, Jiang Jingzhi said he would be back later today.

The previously lively living room has now become cold again.

After Song Qingzhu took a shower, he began to conceive on the bed.

home, how to present it.

Suddenly, Rong Junchu called.

Song Qingzhu picked up the phone, but the voice on the other end was Rong Jingchen.