Chapter Seventy-Five: A Gifted Realistic Painter
Quan Zhan, who is always good at opening traffic to watch Internet celebrity live broadcasts, was affected by his brother's solemn expression at the moment, he was originally smiling happily, and suddenly turned his face to look at Quan Jinxiao, after Quan Jinxiao realized it, he immediately turned off his mobile phone, and then took advantage of Quan Zhan's inattention to delete the picture of Quan Zhen in the commercial mobile phone.
Quan Jinxiao didn't want him to find out that there was a clue to this matter and be known by others.
After all, the incident with a strange woman, those photos, in the struggle for power four years ago, were in the hands of others.
Quan Jinxiao selfishly doesn't want this matter to have something to do with Quan Zhen.
She just wants an ordinary life, and she just wants to support herself and her son in a plain way.
He was not in a position to deprive her of her right to happiness.
"By the way, Xiao Tuanzi, at his age this year, shouldn't he find a kindergarten?" Quan Jinxiao quickly regained his composure, and asked Quan Zhan lightly.
Quan Zhan nodded, and after a few seconds, he looked at Quan Jinxiao seriously, "But brother, you also know Quan Zhen's economic level, and there is definitely no way for Xiaotuanzi to go to school!" The cost of kindergarten is still very high for an ordinary low-level working class like her! ”
At least three months' salary has to be spent to pay the tuition!
Quan Jinxiao nodded, and said indifferently, "What if it's a tutor?" ”
Quan Zhan opened his mouth directly, "The salary of other people's tutors for a month is much higher than Xiao Zhen's entry-level occupation!" Brother, you're kidding! ”
Quan Jinxiao glanced at him, and did not continue to speak, but looked at the scenery outside the window.
Quan Zhan has always been a roundworm in his brother's stomach, so it didn't take a few seconds for him to have an epiphany!
"Oh...... Brother, you mean, you want to quietly help your eldest niece's son find a tutor? ”
The corners of Quan Jinxiao's lips hooked, indicating that he was very satisfied with Quan Zhan's understanding.
"If it's like this, brother, I'll help you find it, you have to help me arrange a meeting with this person!" As he spoke, Quan Zhan showed Quan Jinxiao the photo of his favorite Internet celebrity recently.
Quan Jinxiao has always hated Quan Zhan for messing with flowers outside, but this time, for the sake of Quan Zhen's mother and son, he had to agree to his perverted, unreasonable and arrogant request!
"Also, remember to keep things secret, especially not to reveal half a point in front of Quan Zhen." Before getting out of the car, Quan Jinxiao instructed again.
"Don't worry, brother, when did I make a mistake when I did things?!"
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When he got off work in the afternoon, Quan Jinxiao left the company early.
Because I have to go to her house one step earlier than Quan Zhen and do ideological work for Xiaotuanzi.
But because of the traffic jam on the road, even if he got off work early, it was still a little late when he got home.
When he first arrived home, the housekeeper arranged for the kitchen to make dinner as soon as possible, but Quan Jinxiao shirked it, "Quan Zhan won't come back in the evening, and prepare all the fresh vegetables and meat in the kitchen for me, not much, about three people, I won't eat at home tonight." ”
So everyone looked at Quan Jinxiao so dryly, took those things, and ran to Quan Zhen's house next door!
Xiao Tuanzi seems to be accustomed to the feeling of being alone, in the past, there was Meng Zeyan with him, but now his godfather is gone, and his fourth grandfather's big pig's trotters are still a busy man who is busy every day!
Xiao Tuanzi painted silently in the room alone, and I have to say that his craftsmanship really inherited Quan Zhen's talent!
At a young age, he painted the realism so vividly!
Xiao Tuanzi was concentrating, looking at the pot of small cacti next to the desk, drawing little by little on the paper.
Mommy used to say that the paper she paints is the most expensive, in the Windy City, a piece costs twelve yuan, usually the little group does not dare to waste, only dare to use Mommy's waste manuscript paper to paint.
Later, Mommy didn't even leave him the reverse side of the manuscript paper, and bought him cheap drawing paper.
Xiao Tuanzi is very picky, but when his hands are itchy, he can only do it like this.