Sakurajo is gradually entering September, and it is not as hot as June.

There is a family in Sakura City that is well-known - the Zhou family.

In just a few years, the foundation of the Zhou family was laid in South China, and now it has been passed to Zhou Huaxiong, the son of Dafang, although he did not continue to inherit his father's business, but opened up a new road of jewelry, which can be regarded as smooth sailing and wealthy family.

As everyone knows, a few years ago, Zhou Huaxiong's original partner died of illness, leaving a daughter, named Qingqing, who was born with bright eyes and bright teeth, and skin like coagulation, so he was deeply favored by Zhou Huaxiong.

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Inside the study of the Zhou family.

"Daddy, come and see the picture I just painted, is it good?" The little girl ran in and spoke in a soft and coquettish tone.

The middle-aged man raised his head from the bookcase when he heard this, with a smile in the corner of his eyes: "Qingqing's paintings are getting better and better, and my father can't catch up."

The little girl pursed her mouth, half dissatisfied: "Hmph, Daddy, you are used to making fun of me."

As soon as the words fell, there was a knock at the door.

"Who?"

"It's me, I made you some snacks and want to try them with you." With that, a woman in a blue cheongsam walked in.

The little girl skimmed her, and walked out of the study from her side without a demeanor, she was bored with this continuing lady, when her mother had just been buried, this woman couldn't wait to enter the door of the Zhou family, and brought a little daughter.

"Ah, this painting is from Qingqing's hand, it's really good," the eldest lady glanced at the painting on the table and said with a smile.

"Yes, this is painted by Qingqing, I think she is very talented" Zhou Huaxiong's face also showed relief.

"Master, in my opinion, it is better to send this child Qingqing to the painting school, since he is talented, he should study with the teacher well, so as not to delay this child's talent, what do you think?" As he spoke, he observed the change in the man's expression.

Zhou Huaxiong pondered for a moment and sighed: "It's time to find a good teacher for Qingqing, it's my negligence."

"Last time, Mrs. Li recommended a good painting house to me, why don't you leave this matter to me, and I will help Qingqing settle down tomorrow?"

"Well, yes, then I'll leave it to you, it's hard for you, Fenglan" Zhou Huaxiong took the woman's hand, full of appreciation.

The woman was held by her hand and looked shy, "How can it be hard, this is all as it should be, I regard Qingqing as my daughter"

After that, looking at the man's eyes, a trace of calculation flashed and disappeared, and returned to normal.