Without waiting for Wen Zihua to say anything more, Ding Xiaowei had already gone to the kitchen to find Ding Dong.

Wen Zihua sat in place and watched the young man's overly cheerful and excited pace, and a little sophistication flashed in his amber eyes.

I don't know what he said to Ding Dong, but when he was eating at night, Ding Dong's eyes when he looked at Wen Zihua were indeed a little intriguing.

Wen Zihua tasted Ding Dong's craftsmanship for the first time, he didn't know anything about Ding Dong, he didn't know what her family was like, he only knew that she had been living with Su Kerui's identity before.

But at the moment, she should not be a girl from a big family, because most women from well-off families don't know how to cook.

He noticed that Ding Dong's hands were full of fine lines, which looked like traces left by years of labor. Wen Zihua was eating the food, but he didn't know what to eat, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart.

He really wanted to know what Ding Dong's identity was, and he was afraid that he would be disgusted by her if he seemed too active, so he had to hold back, hiding a breath in his heart, and it was very uncomfortable to go up or down.

In the end, Ding Dong took the initiative to speak: "Are you willing to teach Xiaowei to paint?"

Wen Zihua raised his eyes, and his gaze met hers.

She looked at him quietly, the expression on her face faint, and she couldn't tell whether she was happy or repulsed.

Wen Zihua glanced at Ding Xiaowei, who was full of anticipation, and said, "He is quite talented, it's best not to waste it." If you agree, you can send him to me for a while. ”

Ding Dong knew that Ding Xiaowei liked to paint, but she didn't know how to paint, and she couldn't see the doorway, and now that she has been recognized by professionals, she is still a little happy for Ding Xiaowei in her heart.

Her future is already bleak, but Ding Xiaowei still has hope, and she doesn't want him to give up his hobby casually.

"How is the tuition calculated?" Ding Dong paused for chopsticks and asked Wen Zihua.

Seeing that she was really a little interested, Wen Zihua hooked the corners of her lips, and a little indescribable joy rose in her heart.

"You don't have to pay for it, it's like free tutoring. He bent his elbow and propped his chin and looked at her with a smile, "It's rare to meet someone who is talented, it's your brother, I will take care of him more." ”

Ding Dong stopped his chopsticks, looked at him quietly with a pair of watery eyes, and didn't speak for a moment.

"You better make a price, I don't want to owe you a favor. Her face was as usual, but the words she said made Wen Zihua's heart sink suddenly, "Everything is going according to normal steps, and no special care is needed." ”

Her reaction of not hesitating to draw a line with him made Wen Zihua's heart somewhat blocked.

He suddenly realized that the reason why he was able to sit here and eat with her tonight was entirely because of the favor of helping her during the day, and if it wasn't for the daytime, she would never have thought of inviting him to dinner.

The scales in her heart were very clear, and she didn't want to owe him even a cent. If she takes care of him, she will reciprocate. But if he treats her well for no reason, she won't accept it.

Wen Zihua felt a little uncomfortable, but he also wanted to laugh.

Her personality is not good or bad, but it is somewhat surprising.

"Okay, in terms of tuition, the summer school is 6,000 a month, and I paint in the studio for five hours every afternoon for two months. After the start of the school year, you can sign up for weekend classes, two days a week, eight hours a day. It's up to you to arrange it. Wen Zihua raised his eyebrows, but no longer insisted, and opened his mouth to quote the price.

"What is the price of the weekend class?" Ding Dong thought for a moment and asked.

"Three thousand a month, usually after school, if you have time, you can also go to the studio to practice for a while, no extra money. Wen Zihua looked at her and asked with some surprise, "Are you worried about money?"

He was a little surprised, it stands to reason that with Feng Chengyu, the last thing she should worry about is money.

Ding Dong smiled lightly: "**Sick, get used to it." ”

I get used to asking about the price before buying something, and I'm afraid that my budget won't be enough.

Even if she follows Feng Chengyu now, she still can't change this habit. This is a sense of inferiority rooted in the blood and bones, and a sense of powerlessness brought about by poverty that cannot be shaken off even after years.

"If you are free tomorrow, you can directly take Ding Xiaowei to sign up. I have a class in the morning, and if you don't mind, I can drop by and take you to the training center. Wen Zihua finished the last bite of food and raised his eyes to look at the two people sitting opposite.

"Don't worry, I'm going to take him out for a while. Ding Dong glanced sideways at Ding Xiaowei, who was full of smugness, "It's not too late to sign up when you come back." ”

"Where are you going to play?" Wen Zihua asked, his face hard to hide a little interest, "I have been to many places when I was sketching before, maybe I can give you a consultation." ”

"South China Sea. ”

Wen Zihua raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then smiled: "Isn't this a coincidence? I just went there last summer." There is a B&B near the coastal beach, the proprietress is very beautiful, kind and enthusiastic, especially the oyster porridge boiled in one hand, which is a must. ”

Listening to his eloquent speech, Ding Dong was inevitably moved, and couldn't help asking: "Is it true? Don't let me go by then, I didn't eat the oyster porridge, and the person was slaughtered first." ”

"I vouch for my personality. Wen Zihua swore and stretched out three fingers to make an oath, "Bao Jun is satisfied." I still have the boss's WeChat here, why don't I push it to you first?"

Ding Dong didn't shirk and took out his mobile phone.

Wen Zihua took advantage of this meeting and added the WeChat of the two of them.

Before, they were all connected by phone, and they didn't have other social accounts.

Noticing that Ding Dong had changed to a new mobile phone, Wen Zihua said casually: "It's beautiful, new mobile phone." ”

The movements of Ding Dong's hand froze suddenly, and he subconsciously raised his eyes to look at him. At this time, she suddenly remembered that Wen Zihua was a member of the Wen family.

The powerful and black-and-white Wen family.

But Wen Zihua's expression didn't seem to have any clues, and she didn't seem to know why she changed her phone.

He is like an outsider, with the blood of the Wen family dripping in his body, but every word and deed is drawing a line with the Wen family.

After a few seconds, she smiled casually and replied casually: "Feng Chengyu sent it, I also like it." ”

Wen Zihua choked violently and did not speak again.

After eating and chatting a few more words, Wen Zihua insisted on helping Ding Dong wash the dishes, but Ding Dong couldn't twist it, so he threw the rag to him and asked him to help wipe the table.

Halfway through the table, Wen Zihua's mobile phone rang.

He made a movement in his hand, took out his mobile phone and glanced at the caller, and then subconsciously looked at Ding Dong, who was washing dishes with his back to him. After a few seconds, he put down the rag and walked to the balcony to answer the phone.

"Hey, brother. He lowered his voice and exclaimed.