"As soon as I saw the golden retriever running out happily, I knew it must be you." Mu Lanyin opened the door with a smile, followed by Ling Zhilie and Ling Qingya.

"Uncle and aunt are good, Qingya is good." Tang Jingjing smiled and greeted generously.

Tang Jingjing was the father who saw Ling Qingfeng for the first time, he was tall, with a rough face, not handsome, but his eyes contained perseverance and wisdom after the vicissitudes of life.

"Come in, come in, come in." Mu Lanyin warmly invited.

After some politeness, several people sat on the sofa and chatted. Mu Lanyin was even more intimate next to Tang Jingjing.

On the coffee table in the living room were several plates of fruit, which looked like they had just been cut. The owner also has a variety of shapes according to the color and shape of the fruit, some like coconut trees, some like large chrysanthemums, and some like swimming fish, which is very beautiful.

"Come, eat the fruit." Mu Lanyin took out a toothpick from the small plate next to her, pricked a piece of kiwifruit and handed it to Tang Jingjing, but the coconut was missing a large leaf.

"Thank you, auntie." Tang Jingjing took it with a smile. It was supposed to be an informal meeting, how did it seem so grand?

"Sister-in-law, I finally looked forward to you, otherwise my ears would be calloused." Ling Qingya and Tang Jingjing had long been familiar with each other, so they spoke casually.

Hearing this, Tang Jingjing's face turned red as soon as she "soared". Ling Qingfeng didn't speak, just laughed.

"Elegant." Ling Zhilie shouted softly. He thinks Tang Jingjing is good, generous, and at first glance, he is a well-bred child.

Ling Qingya stuck out her tongue at her father and stopped talking.

"Your parents are well, right?" Mu Lanyin asked with a smile on her face and a soft tone.

"They're all good." Tang Jingjing said with a smile.

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In this way, Mu Lanyin kept holding Tang Jingjing's hand, asking this and that, and chatting about family life. It was clear that she was happy with this future daughter-in-law.

"The meal is ready, sir, and madam." Mother Wu walked into the living room and said with a smile. It was as if she was feeling the festive aura too.

"Okay, let's go, let's eat." Mu Lanyin got up with a smile, took Tang Jingjing's hand and came to the restaurant.

Ling Qingfeng's restaurant is very large, the table and tableware are also very particular, and the meals are small and exquisite, like a piece of art.

During the banquet, everyone chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was warm and warm.

"Jingjing, it's the first time I came to our house as a guest, and I don't know what gift to give, I guess you don't like gold and silver jewelry or anything like that, I have brought this bracelet for many years, and today my aunt is in a good mood, so I'll give it to you." Mu Lanyin had already prepared a red envelope, but she always felt that she couldn't express her love for Tang Jingjing, so she took off a bracelet that she had carried with her for decades. Because of the long time of wearing, this bracelet is thick-wrapped, smooth and gratifying, and the quiet light reveals a warm atmosphere of the years, which makes people feel peaceful.

"This ......" Tang Jingjing didn't know much about this thing, she only felt that the transparent purple red looked beautiful, and it should be worth a lot of money, so she couldn't make up her mind for a while, so she looked at Ling Qingfeng. Seeing Ling Qingfeng nodding at herself, she took it.

"I'll put it on for you." Mu Lanyin said and took Tang Jingjing's hand.

"Thank you, auntie." Tang Jingjing chuckled.

"Well, it's pretty." Mu Lanyin said happily, not feeling a pity at all.

Ling Qingya grimaced at her mother when she saw this, meaning that she had asked for it a few times and she didn't give it, it was really partial.

The value of this bracelet is far beyond Tang Jingjing's imagination. This was given to her by a virtuous monk when Mu Lanyin went to Thailand about 30 years ago, and it was a real old material small leaf red sandalwood. ---------------------------------

Since the last separation, Song Bingran's mind has always been filled with Ai Zheming's satisfied smile. So, this weekend he came to Ai Zheming's dormitory again, but he knocked on the door several times and didn't knock on it.

"It must be out to play, the young people are not idle, gone." Song Bingran looked at the sky above his head, looked down at the food in his hand, and sighed.

But Song Bingran's car hadn't driven far before he saw Ai Zheming walking in the direction of the company with a painting clip on his back, so he quickly turned around.

"Chairman?" Feeling a car slowly approaching him behind him, Ai Zheming turned around and found Song Bingran and said in surprise.

"Get in the car, I'll pull you for a while." Song Bingran smiled kindly.

"No, I'll be there soon." Ai Zheming smiled a little embarrassedly. Over the years, walking has been a daily routine for him, just to save money to buy a few pieces of drawing paper, a few watercolors and so on.

"I bought food, and I have good news for you." Song Bingran said happily.

"Okay." Ai Zheming couldn't shirk it, so he agreed. Although he likes Song Bingran very much in his heart, the other party is the chairman of his company after all. So, he felt that he should keep a proper distance.

After a while, the two came to Ai Zheming's dormitory, and set up the meal again like last time. This time, there was still a fish in the dish Song Bingran bought, which was the best flounder.

"I'm bored eating alone, so I'm looking for you again." Song Bingran didn't lead at all, and said kindly.

"You are clearly improving the food of employees in disguise." Ai Zheming smiled.

"Went out sketching?" Song Bingran smiled and was noncommittal.

"Not really, it's in the park around here." Ai Zheming smiled. On weekends, he would wander around with his painting folder and draw whatever he saw and felt touched.

"Can I take a look?" Song Bingran said with a smile, he was curious about what Ai Zheming had drawn.

"Of course." Ai Zheming said and ran to get the painting.

Song Bingran took the painting and looked at it carefully.

This painting, in a large-format depiction of autumn scenes, uses strong colors and a strong sense of layering, which seems to be able to connect the scene in the painting with people outside the painting. In the morning light, the sun shines on the earth through the sparse pine leaves, the light is very soft, and the half-yellow and half-green fallen leaves are flying in the air, like naughty children.

A pair of gray-haired old men, holding hands and facing the rising sun, trembling on the quiet path, their backs stretched very long. This scene takes up a small space, not even a tenth of the whole picture, but it is the most moving.

"Good, good." Song Bingran admired it unreservedly, and once again lamented Ai Zheming's painting talent. Thinking about it now, it's no wonder that Yan Danqing would agree to accept Ai Zheming as an apprentice.

Ai Zheming was embarrassed to be praised, and scratched his ears and cheeks on the side.

"Remember the last time you gave me the painting?" Song Bingran loved painting, and by chance he met Yan Danqing, the most famous contemporary oil painting master. He felt that Ai Zheming was very talented and loved painting, so he took Ai Zheming's painting to visit the other party, and also expressed his hope that the other party would accept Ai Zheming as an apprentice, but he didn't expect the other party to agree very happily.

"Hmm." Ai Zheming didn't understand why Song Bingran would bring up this matter.

"Yan Danqing saw your painting and wanted to accept you as a closed disciple. I don't know what you think. Song Bingran said with a smile.

"What? Yan - Danqing?? It's true?!! Ai Zheming's expression was very excited, his eyes were bright, and he didn't know what to say with joy.

"Judging by your expression, you must have agreed, so I'll send him a letter." Song Bingran took out his mobile phone and prepared to call.

"Chairman, forget it." Ai Zheming's eyes suddenly became dim, because he needed his current job.

"Why?" Song Bingran didn't understand, he could see that Ai Zheming was obviously very happy just now. Moreover, the name Yan Danqing is a huge temptation for anyone who loves oil painting.

"This, this ......" Ai Zheming didn't think about what to say for a while, his face flushed and he stammered.

"Working during the day and learning to paint at night, can't you pay for all this hard work?" Song Bingran seemed to see Ai Zheming's thoughts, so he pretended to be unhappy and said.

"You, why are you ......" Ai Zheming didn't understand why Song Bingran was so good to himself.

"Because I am also from Xiaojing, Chengde, I accidentally knew that you are the son of a good friend of mine." Song Bingran opened his mouth leisurely, concealing part of the truth.

"Thank you." Ai Zheming knew in his heart, so he readily agreed.

At this time, Ai Zheming could not fully understand the significance of learning painting with Yan Danqing, but in the near future, he had a very deep feeling, and his gratitude to Song Bingran was even deeper.

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Zhou Weiken worked hard and had a good understanding, and in less than two months, he was gradually on the right track and basically realized the transformation of his role. But he still insisted on coming to the company on weekends to have a look, he said that he was trying to adapt to work as soon as possible, but in fact he couldn't stand his mother's nagging in his ear.

Zhou Wei's newly bought house has been almost renovated, but for health reasons, it will need to be dried for a few more months. When the time comes, you will be able to move into your new home. Moreover, he just met a female college student on the Internet not long ago, and she spoke and chatted in a very emotional manner, not at all as rigid as Xie Miaoyi. Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What's going on downstairs?" Suddenly hearing the sound of "dong dong" downstairs, Zhou Wei frowned slightly, and called the administrative office, with some displeasure in his tone.

"Hello Mr. Zhou, it is the technical department that is preparing for cooperation with Jiaduoduo Group, and it seems that it is shooting the advertising at the end of the year in advance." The person who answered the phone said respectfully. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, knowing that the upstairs were all leaders, and the extension number showed 9999, otherwise he really wanted to ignore the other party. What kind of attitude is this, and I don't say who I am, I just open my mouth and ask.

"When?" Zhou Wei suddenly remembered that Jiaduoduo's cooperation at the end of the year seemed to be a contract signed with New Vision, could it be Tang Jingjing?

"Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, the location will be in the studio in front of our company building." If it weren't for the fact that their administrative office was in charge of reception, and he was easy to inquire about, he really didn't know about it. To say that he has worked for a long time and has a method, he didn't wait for the leader to ask, so he said everything he knew and what the leader might ask.

"I see." Zhou Wei hung up the phone after speaking. I really should have a secretary, otherwise it would be too cheap to call in person.

"On Monday, I should probably go and see it then." Zhou Wei paced around the office, muttering to himself.