Meng Zhicheng looked at Zhang Tianyue biting his lip and not letting himself laugh, and three words came to mind: mimosa. Why is she so good-looking, she looks like a flower with a smile and a smile. Wait, does mimosa count as a flower?

"Grandma, compared to TV, Zhang Chengguo is Meng Jiarui's opponent."

Zhang Tianyue pointed to the TV screen, on which Meng Jiarui's interview with Starlight was playing. Meng Qiang saw the band-aid on his son's forehead at a glance.

"Why is Timko injured?" Meng Qiang was surprised.

Liu Meidi immediately came to the TV, and the old lady was so nervous that she touched the forehead corner of her little grandson on the TV: "It's really injured, what's the matter?" Zhi, Zhicheng, give him a call and ask! ”

Liu Meidi stroked her heart and panted urgently, and Meng Qiang hurriedly helped the old lady back to the sofa and sat down.

"Grandma, don't worry, Meng Jiarui is fine, this is just a marketing ploy. I was in charge of his advertisement, and I saw him yesterday. ”

"Marketing? What do you mean? Liu Meidi still looked at her little grandson on TV very vigilantly: "Tim Zi's face is not good, and she is tired of selling things?" ”

In the old lady's concept, marketing is the job of a salesperson.

Meng Zhicheng received Zhang Tianyue's hint in his eyes, and immediately accosted: "Yes, Tianzi pretended to be pitiful in order to sell my sister's paintings at a good price." ”

As soon as the words fell, the faces of the other three people in the room sank.

Liu Meidi: "You said that Tim Zi was not injured but pretended to be injured?" ”

Meng Qiang: "Isn't that a lie?" ”

Zhang Tianyue: "Hu Ting's paintings don't get high prices by selling miserably!" ”

Meng Zhicheng shrunk his neck and sat timidly in the corner of the sofa: "I didn't mean that. ”

may be because she hasn't finished counting Entrepreneur Zhang's family wealth just now, Liu Meidi's enthusiasm for money is still there, she took Zhang Tianyue's hand: "What are you talking about?" Our paintings sold for a high price? ”

"Yes, grandma, not only do you have a famous actor grandson, but soon you will have an amazing painter's granddaughter!" Zhang Tianyue did not forget to take care of Meng Qiang on the side: "Hu Ting's painting has attracted a lot of attention. ”

Liu Meidi became excited and patted Zhang Tianyue's hand: "How high is the high price?" She stretched out four fingers, thinking about her unwillingness, and adding another one, a wrinkled old hand pestled the whole way in front of Zhang Tianyue, completely covering her small face: "Is it so high?" ”

Zhang Tianyue shook her head, Liu Meidi couldn't help but be discouraged, and withdrew a finger: "So high? ”

Zhang Tianyue still shook her head, the old lady withdrew one more finger, she looked at the three fingers stretched out, and took them all back: "What kind of high price is this, it's not as high as my labor insurance." ”

"Grandma, the bottom is low, and the top is high!" Zhang Tianyue smiled smartly.

Liu Meidi pondered the taste, and immediately had the spirit again, just now she stretched out one hand, Tianyue still shook her head, is it ...... No way?!

The old lady stretched out one hand again, hesitantly followed the other, and finally raised her index finger with determination: "Six figures?!" ”

Zhang Tianyue still shook his head.

"What?!" Liu Meidi took the case: "You, you...... Trick me, right? ”

"Grandma is really impatient, and another one will be here." Zhang Tianyue chuckled.

"Again, one more?!" Liu Meidi counted her fingers back and forth, dazzled for a moment, "Another one?" Six plus one...... What time is it? It's messed up...... 1000000000 ...... What's in the back? At this time, the old lady felt that her ten fingers were about to catch up with the thousand-handed Guanyin: "Strong, strong hadron, how much is behind?" ”

"Mom, I seem to have miscalculated." Meng Qiang looked at the seven fingers he posed in a daze: "How did I count out the millions?" ”

Meng Zhicheng couldn't close his mouth either: "Tianyue, aren't you joking?" ”

Zhang Tianyue knew that in order to hide Meng Jiarui's negative news a few days ago, Meng Zhicheng stopped his family from watching TV, and now that the matter is settled, it is time for them to be happy for Hu Ting: "Two paintings, a total of 1.2 million were taken." ”

The old meat on Liu Meidi's face twitched and twitched, and she almost couldn't get up in one breath. Meng Qiang couldn't care about his panic, and hurriedly stroked the old lady's back: "Mom, Mom!" Take it easy, take it easy! ”

He didn't know if he was admonishing his wife or himself.

"Rich!" Liu Meidi gritted her teeth and squeezed out three words. What is there to envy about Entrepreneur Zhang's money? Her granddaughter can paint two paintings casually and buy a room in Wallbeauty! Paint a few more paintings, and Huaermei will be able to buy the whole thing! Drawing should be easier than building a house, right? No matter what, in addition to Tianzi, the Meng family has also given birth to a shining new star!

The old lady couldn't hold back her ecstasy, and her son clasped her hands tightly, and his ten fingers were entangled, and the mother and son, who were more than one hundred and twenty years old, jumped up and down, dancing like kindergarten children, and laughed so much that they couldn't see it.

"Hadron!"

"Oh, Mom!"

"The master has appeared!"

"Yes, Mom!"

Meng Zhicheng pursed his lips, obviously his sister is good at painting and Tianzi is popular, what does it have to do with the master. Suddenly, Meng Zhicheng's nose was sour, his sister and brother were all so promising, but he was nothing. Meng Lao Er couldn't laugh anymore.

"Where's Woo Ting? Why didn't you see her? I came to tell her the good news. Zhang Tianyue was infected by Liu Meidi and Meng Qiang's atmosphere, and the corners of her mouth curled.

"Arwen took her out to paint." Liu Meidi felt that Zhang Tianyue in front of her was not annoying at all, and looked at how beautiful this short-haired girl was. So this looks at people, you can't all rely on the first impression, and you can see people's hearts over time! As long as she doesn't marry her grandson, the old lady decides that she won't hate Zhang Tianyue in the future.

"Out?" Zhang Tianyue couldn't believe his judgment, was he out of the small courtyard or out of Genting Villa?

"Yesterday they went to the small square, and today I don't know where they went." Meng Qiang added.

"Mom said that she wanted to familiarize her sister with her car, and she should be at the station today." Meng Zhicheng also came to join in the fun.

Liu Meidi waved her hand: "No, how can you draw in the car?" They went out with big wooden shelves, and they couldn't go far. ”

"You can't draw in the car, but you can draw when you get out of the car!" Meng Zhicheng retorted.

"That's just as well. Hu Ting listens to your mother the most. Let her do whatever she wants. The old lady was full of sourness.

Meng Qiang took out his mobile phone: "Do you want to call them back?" Let's have a meal with Tianyue to celebrate the big sale of Hu Ting's paintings! His swarthy face glowed red with joy.

"Don't bother them!" Zhang Tianyue was not polite, she felt that Hu Ting's change made her more excited than to celebrate with dinner. She couldn't make Hu Ting willing to take the initiative to contact the outside world, but the people at Genting Hills did. This is the strength of family. She suddenly missed Mr. Zhang and Professor Fang a little, by the way, and her uncle, she hadn't seen her for a long time.

Meng Qiang's mobile phone rang suddenly, he glanced at it, and proudly showed it to everyone, and the caller ID was his wife: "They must be back, let me pick it up at the station." ”

"Dad, you and my mother really have a good heart." Meng Zhicheng teased his father.

Meng Qiang waved his hand embarrassedly: "Old husband and wife, what kind of heart is there." He answered the phone: "Hey, you want me to answer it...... What the?! ”

Meng Qiang's sudden sharp voice made the three people in the room nervous.

"I'll go find you right away!" Meng Qiang hung up the phone, his face pale: "Hu Ting is gone!" ”