Reborn as the group's favorite, becoming the favorite of the rich boss

Although Zhou Qian was angry, she still patted Lin Ning's hand. Seeing the faint bruises under her eyes, she felt distressed: "Ningning, you have worked hard these days. You are so busy with tutoring but still have to come to the hospital to take care of your mother. Fortunately, your mother still has you." As she said that, she touched Lin Ning's cheek.

Lin Ning smiled and said softly, "Mom, this is what I should do. Don't be so angry next time. Ning Ning will feel sorry for you."

Although Zhou Qian felt bitter in her heart, she still smiled at Lin Ning.

Cloud City

After Jiang Ci finished his phone call with Dr. Qiu, he went downstairs to get a glass of water.

When I came downstairs, I saw that the kitchen light was still on.

"Mom? Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Jiang Ci's mother Ji Shu was preparing hot milk in the kitchen. When she heard the voice of the person coming, she turned to look at Jiang Ci, a little surprised. "Why haven't you slept yet? Are you so busy at work?"

Jiang Ci poured himself a glass of water, then came to Ji Shu and put the milk in the microwave, smiling and saying, "No, I was helping Zhiyu contact a doctor, so I'm a little late. I'm ready to go to bed, so I came down to have a drink of water."

Ji Shu recalled and felt somewhat familiar with the name Song Zhiyu. Although she had rarely seen the second son of the Song family, her good friend Chu Shengwan often mentioned this son to her.

He was gentle and elegant but decisive, had a great business acumen but was "heretical" and studied medicine. This incident made the Song family furious at the time, but few people heard about what happened to him later.

"Zhi Yu? Is he your aunt Chu's second son? He wants to contact a doctor? What's wrong? Did something happen?" After all, he is the child of her best friend, so Ji Shu still cares about him.

Jiang Ci thought of Song Zhiyu on the phone that night, smiled rarely, took out the hot milk from the microwave and put it in Ji Shu's hand, "It's okay, he's fine, one of his friends is sick, and he wants me to give him Dr. Qiu's contact information."

"Doctor Qiu?" Ji Shu knew this doctor Qiu. She had also received treatment from him for several years before she recovered. But now Song Zhiyu's friend actually wanted to see Doctor Qiu. Ji Shu frowned and hesitated, "Is it a mental illness?"

Jiang Ci was stunned for a moment, regretting saying so much in front of Ji Shu. Afraid that she would think too much, he quickly said, "Mom, don't think too much. Zhiyu didn't say much on the phone, but she was very anxious, so I helped her contact Dr. Qiu. The specific problem needs to be confirmed after the doctor comes."

Ji Shu knew that Jiang Ci was afraid that she would think too much, so she pinched Jiang Ci's face and said nonchalantly, "I don't think too much, it's just that this is your Aunt Chu's child, so I just asked a few more questions. Okay, I'll go upstairs first, and you should go to bed early too."

Jiang Ci looked at his mother going upstairs. He felt a little hot on his left cheek where it was pinched. He smiled helplessly. Only his mother dared to pinch his face so casually. He finished drinking the water and went upstairs.

The next morning, Jiang Qie had a rare good sleep. Just as he was about to get up, he noticed a bulging object at the end of the bed. He pulled back the quilt and found that it was Xiaoju who had run onto the bed without him noticing.

Jiang Qie picked up Xiaoju and held him at eye level with his eyes. He rubbed Xiaoju's nose with his nose, and Xiaoju meowed lazily.

After putting Xiaoju down, Jiang Qie came to the living room, made a simple breakfast, took his medicine, packed up some things, took the painting and went out.

Liang Wanqing was drinking tea in the garden of her home at the moment. When she heard the doorbell, she quickly got up and opened the door. Sure enough, it was Jiang Qie.

"teacher."

Liang Wanqing smiled and nodded, took the person's hand and led him into the living room, and said happily: "Come quickly, I was just thinking about whether to call you and you came." Then he turned around and shouted to Aunt Zhang in the kitchen that Jiang Qie was here.

Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen excitedly, wiped her hands on her apron, and looked at Jiang Qie with a smile: "Ah Qie, you are finally here. Aunt Zhang made a lot of delicious food for lunch, just right for you to replenish your body."

Liang Wanqing also nodded and agreed, "Yes, your Aunt Zhang heard that you were coming, so she bought a lot of your favorite dishes."

Jiang Qie listened to what the two elders said, smiled, and said in a soft voice: "Then I will have a treat at noon. I can definitely eat two big bowls of rice." As he said this, he raised two fingers.

The two elders also smiled, and the atmosphere in the living room was very harmonious. After chatting for a while, Jiang Qie remembered the business and took out a painting from the painting tube beside her. It was the painting she finished yesterday.

"Teacher, please help me take a look."

Liang Wanqing opened the painting with some curiosity, and a beautiful painting appeared in front of her, with thick ink smudges and light colors outlining, depicting this unique painting.

Liang Wanqing stared at the painting intently, very excited. She knew Jiang Qi had a great talent for painting, but she didn't expect that he could reach such a level in Chinese painting, which she was not good at.

"Aqie, you have improved a lot. This painting is great!" Liang Wanqing's eyes were full of excitement, and even his voice was a little broken because he was too happy. "I believe that this painting will shine in the Chinese painting competition because you injected soul into it. Aqie, I am really happy!"

Liang Wanqing was breathing rapidly and forcefully at this moment, his tone full of affirmation. If one said that Jiang Qie's paintings were good before, that could only be said to be painting, but the painting in front of him was a creation, a great work, and it was different from every painting by Jiang Qie before, it was infused with emotion and soul.

Looking at the painting in front of her, Liang Wanqing felt that she no longer needed her help. Jiang Qie had made great progress. She seemed to have no emotions before, like a numb painting machine. She could only paint and make money non-stop, as if only in this way could she feel at ease. But she saw something different in this painting.

"Aqie, you are different now." Liang Wanqing put away Jiang Hua, turned to look at Jiang Qie with a pleased smile on his face.

Jiang Qie paused while eating dessert and looked at his teacher with some confusion. Liang Wanqing reached out and touched Jiang Qie's head. She didn't know what the girl had been through in the past six months or who she had met, but she could see that she was different. "Is it the friend from yesterday?"

Jiang Qie was stunned for a moment. She didn't understand why Liang Wanqing could see so much from a painting, but she still said very seriously: "No, we are just ordinary friends."

Liang Wanqing knew his disciple very well. Her reaction was shyness, which meant that this friend was not ordinary.

Jiang Qie felt a little nervous being stared at by his teacher, so he picked up a dessert on the table and stuffed it into Liang Wanqing's hand, then put the scroll aside. Liang Wanqing smiled and didn't ask any more questions. The girl's reaction confirmed what she was thinking.