Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Tu Wan is good at speaking - this is something that all opponents in the negotiation are well aware of.

Most people who have fought with her and been defeated by her in the business world would say bitterly, "Tu Wan has a heart of stone, speaks cruelly, and kills people without bloodshed!" But when these words spread, they would often be met with disdainful sneers from others.

Because Tu Wan’s partners would say, “There is no partner in the world who is more elegant and easier to get along with than Mr. Tu.”

Even her subordinates in the company said that Ms. Tu was gentle and easy to talk to, and that it was a great honor to work under her.

As for the ladies in the circle of wealthy women, they would express their envy to Mrs. Tu at every gathering, envying her for having such an outstanding and gentle daughter. She is simply a standard business card for a rich daughter in the upper class.

But only Zhou Song and a few others, as well as the secretary who follows Tu Wan every day, know that Tu Wan is actually a genius who speaks differently to different people.

Because she is so good at understanding people's hearts, she can accurately grasp the psychological needs of everyone she interacts with, and then make the most appropriate response accordingly, so as to get the results she wants.

"There is no one in the entire Yuzhou who is more sinister than you." Zhou Song once thanked him, "Fortunately we are not enemies, otherwise I would be tricked to death by you and I would not even know who tricked me."

Even Tu Wan was not in a hurry for quick success today.

She talked with Dean Sun about tea for more than ten minutes, and about porcelain for another ten minutes. Then, when the old man mentioned inadvertently, "You learned a little pottery when you were eleven years old, and you even made a teapot for me" - Tu Wan's eyebrows twitched, and she said "Oh?" in surprise.

"She even studied pottery? With her talent for art, she will definitely be able to do well."

"Eleven can do everything well." The dean sighed, "He only did it once. I left it at home. When an old friend came to visit, he thought it was an antique from my collection."

Tu Wan laughed.

Her chair was not a rocking chair, so she sat in a proper yet casual posture, with her hands on her knees and her head raised, looking around.

There was a dim old lamp on the rooftop, the faint light spread out, illuminating the concrete roof. There was a small vegetable garden in the corner. Further away, near the reservoir, there were many discarded toys, such as children's bicycles, broken footballs, and dirty shuttlecocks made of plastic bags...

There are some things that you don’t recognize until you apply them late.

Growing up, she had hardly ever seen these things in person, let alone touched or used them.

Dean Sun followed her gaze and smiled, "These are things that the children have broken or no longer use. Throw them away. They can't bear to part with them, so they can only pile them here to mold. When their inexplicable nostalgia for the past wears off, I'll pack them up and sell them to the junk collector."

Tu Wan suddenly asked: "Is there anything of Ye Kong in here?"

Dean Sun was stunned for a moment: "I'm not sure, there shouldn't be... No, it's not certain, Eleven also threw away a lot of unwanted things from the house before."

"Hiss..." The old man stroked his beard and fell into thought, "But she doesn't play with toys. I guess they are just some broken painting tools..."

Before he finished speaking, Tu Wan had already stood up, walked over, and squatted down in front of the pile of dirty waste.

She stared at the pile for a few seconds, then raised her hands and began to pick through it.

The dean was stunned for a moment, but he did not stop her or stand up to help. He just started rocking in the rocking chair again and said slowly with a smile: "In addition to the painting tools and pens, there are probably some scraps of paper that are also hers - you know painters always like to waste their drafts, but some of them may have been soaked by the rain."

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Tu Wan silently pushed aside a deflated football, and then opened several different dolls...

Her hands were gradually covered with dust and mud, becoming a mess, but Tu Wan did not react at all, her eyes only staring at the "garbage dump" in front of her.

The night sky is getting bluer and the moonlight is getting brighter.

After a long time, Tu Wan came back carrying a discarded paint tray, and in her other hand she was holding several balls of drawing paper.

Before she sat back in her chair, she heard the old man's teasing laugh: "If you weren't a girl, I would have thought you were here to pursue Eleven. This behavior is even a bit...what's the word, perverted."

Tu Wan: ...

Tu Wan sat down on the chair, put the paint tray on the stool, and threw the pieces of paper on it.

She took a long breath and said, "First of all, Dean, I have to correct your point of view - it's not impossible for a girl to pursue your Eleventh. Gender is no longer an issue these days."

"...What?!" The old man was stunned for a moment before he realized what she meant. He immediately sat up from the rocking chair in horror. Because the arc of the movement was too large, the chair flipped over so suddenly that his old arms and legs almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Tu Wan had a strong reflex and steadied the rocking chair in time, thus saving the old man's bones from harm.

Tu Wan pressed the chair and said calmly: "Calm down first, I don't mean to chase your Eleven - I just want to correct your perception."

"Then you..." The old man looked obviously a little frightened.

Tu Wan let go of the chair when he saw that he was sitting firmly. He turned around and picked up a piece of paper and said seriously, "I am on a pilgrimage - a pilgrimage for fans."

She didn't explain after she finished speaking, but carefully unfolded the first ball of paper with the attitude of a researcher doing an experiment.

Fortunately, because they were pressed under a pile of "garbage", these drawing papers were not washed away by rain, but even so, they turned yellow and withered due to the passage of time.

However, when the wrinkled paper was carefully flattened bit by bit, Tu Wan was still stunned for a long time by the handwriting on it.

The old man, who had started to sway slowly again after the false alarm, saw her expression and glanced at the drawing paper.

"Ah," he was a little surprised, and seemed to want to sit up again, but he held back. He repeatedly looked at Tu Wan's expression several times before saying, "This... this should be a copy..."

"Flower of the Galaxy."

Tu Wan uttered these words steadily: "Violet."

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but the old man always felt that she seemed to smile.

A smile as faint as smoke, yet as bright as starlight shining through the clouds: "It's a good friend who made an agreement with Qiangwei to wander in the universe together."

"Oh, right, right." The old man said with his heart pounding, "Eleven really likes this painter, her name is Undead Demon, so she copied a lot of her paintings."

Tu Wan turned her head and looked at him, then smiled: "Got it."

As she said this, she carefully flattened the paper again.

It was a tree of violets growing in the sky.

The color of the colored pencils has become old and the paper is wrinkled, but when the moonlight shines down, those lush, blooming flowers will still glow faintly, sparkling like the wind.

And under the flower tree, in a soft white cloud, two children were sleeping hand in hand.