Liang Baobao's eyes were dark and bright, and when he looked at Jing Qiuxian, he looked like a focused and cute dog.

"Pretty sister."

After speaking, Liang Baobao threw himself directly into Jing Qiuxian's arms.

Liang Chengsi took the opportunity to come over with a cup of milk tea, and intimately inserted her with a straw.

Jing Qiuxian actually didn't have much appetite, so she had to pick up the milk tea and drink it.

"Well, it seems to taste pretty good." Jing Qiuxian squinted her eyes, and after taking a few sips of milk tea, she looked at Liang Chengsi with some confusion.

"Why did you come here to visit? If I'm not mistaken, you don't care about your family business, you only study calligraphy and painting. ”

Liang Chengsi didn't expect Jing Qiuxian to ask so bluntly, and her smile was a little embarrassed.

"Ahem, I do...... That's right, I've always liked your calligraphy and painting, and I used to think that you had insulted Master Mo Jing's reputation and spoke ill of you. ”

"Well, you apologized before." Jing Qiuxian's expression was flat, and her eyes looked at him faintly.

Although he was in the name of a trainee in the visiting class, in fact, he scoffed at these things of singing and dancing, let alone understanding them.

Liang Chengsi smiled awkwardly, and had to continue chatting stiffly.

"I want to see you, have you been painting lately?"

Jing Qiuxian shook her head, "I haven't been painting much lately. ”

"Really?" Liang Chengsi was a little incomprehensible, "You still have to practice diligently in painting, otherwise, your level will decline." ”

"Oh, I take up painting as a hobby." Jing Qiuxian reached out and pinched Liang Baobao's fleshy face, and replied with a smile.

Liang Chengsi's jaw almost dropped when he heard this.

"Love...... Good? ”

"Yes, it's a hobby." Jing Qiuxian couldn't bear the weight of the children.

Liang Chengsi took it with a very eye-catching look, but he still couldn't help but be shocked, "Then how did you learn to paint?" Presumably Mr. Jing taught you carefully. ”

Jing Qiuxian still shook her head, "No, I learned it in the Children's Palace, and then my father put my paintings in the living room to show off, and chatted with a few uncles intermittently, and then officially signed a contract with the gallery." ”

"Good...... bar. Liang Chengsi laughed miserably.

Originally, he thought that Master Mo Jing was an old man who had studied painting hard, but later learned that it was Jing Qiuxian, a young girl who was not yet thirty years old.

There is a famous saying that success comes from 99 percent hard work and 1 percent talent.

In fact, there is an unknown second half of the sentence, Liang Chengsi's smile is even more bitter, sometimes one percent of talent is far more rare and rare than ninety-nine percent of hard work.

He always thought that art should be studied hard, so he had to abandon mundane things and devote himself to learning to paint.

However, it was not enough to be hit by Jing Qiuxian's dimensionality reduction, and his painting level has been stagnant, is he wrong?

Jing Qiuxian looked at Liang Chengsi's violent expression change, and her mood was a little annoyed.

It's not that she likes to hide her vest, but once her identity is exposed, it will always make many people suffer a critical blow in their lives.

Like Liang Chengsi, he is still restrained, and some people are directly crazy and have a mental breakdown.

Liang Chengsi is a well-educated son of a family, and he barely manages his mood.

"I'm here for my nephew Liang Baobao's little friend, the baby is also a person who is extremely talented in painting, I hope you can sit as his teacher."

Liang Baobao looked at Jing Qiuxian expectantly, and his dark eyes were full of Jing Qiuxian's shadow.

Originally, Jing Qiuxian could have neatly refused, after all, many parents of chicken babies forced her to be a teacher every day, but at this moment, looking at Liang Baobao's pure eyes, she was a little speechless.