Miss Wen, Make Your Heart Beat Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Songhe Birthday Picture

"Ahhhhh, look, it's Young Master Feng, he's so handsome!" A celebrity wearing a Chanel off-shoulder light pink dress lowered her voice, covered her mouth in excitement and gently shook her companion .

"Not only is he handsome, but he also has such a nice voice. I can't do it anymore, I feel like my ears are getting pregnant." The socialite who spoke looked at Feng Yichen infatuatedly with big eyes, which were full of overflowing pink bubbles.

In the next second, I don't know what to think of, I withdraw my explicit eyes, and said with regret on my face: "Oh, it's a pity, what's the use of being handsome, Feng Shao has long been famous."

"You mean Wen Rui?" A trace of sarcasm quickly flashed across the woman's face, and she curled her lips in dissatisfaction: "With her current status, how can she be worthy of the suave Feng Shao?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't be heard by others."

"What are you afraid of? Now, no one knows that Wen Rui is a joke in high society circles. If it wasn't for Feng's family's trustworthiness, I think Feng Shao would have divorced her a long time ago." The Chanel lady said disapprovingly, her eyes flashing quickly A little bit of jealousy.

As one of the top wealthy families in Jiangcheng, the Feng family has also climbed up to Mr. Chi from Kyoto in recent years. The business has rapidly expanded to Kyoto, and the momentum of development has grown by leaps and bounds. The business is booming. In addition, Feng Yichen himself is handsome and unrestrained , suave and suave, has seized the power of the company early on, and is worth a lot of money, so there are countless ladies who want to marry into the Feng family.

As Feng Yichen said, he opened a beautifully packaged black box, which contained a string of reddish-brown Buddhist beads. The surface is smooth and translucent, with a little shimmer under the light, and even faint sandalwood coming from the box.

Hearing that it was the prayer beads consecrated by Master Puhui, everyone in the hall gasped. Master Puhui was aloof and indifferent, and never went out of the mountain easily. Feng Yichen's ability to invite him is enough to show that the Feng family is now in Jiangcheng. status.

Old Master Feng smiled kindly, with pride and satisfaction in his eyes, and asked the housekeeper to put away the beads.

"Xiao Rui, come here too, come to Grandpa."

After Wen Rui greeted Qiao Ruoyan, she walked over gracefully.

"Grandpa, I wish you Songhe Changchun, youthful and not old."

"Okay, okay." The old man said three good times in a row, full of air, and his love for Wen Rui was self-evident.

Wen Yiyi saw that Wen Rui had won the favor of the old man, and said something flattering, not to be outdone. Although the old man also praised her in a pleasant manner, anyone with a discerning eye could see that compared to Wen Rui, the old man was not so warm and friendly to her. like.

She wanted to say something more, but her mother Gao Jiahui shook her head slightly, signaling her to keep silent.

"Xiaorui is so filial, I don't know what birthday gift I have prepared for the old man, can we all have a feast for our eyes?" Jiang is still hot, Gao Jiahui has a smile on her brows and eyes, but there is a knife hidden in her smile, and she looks like a lady.

People know that Wen Rui's parents passed away a year ago. As a student, what good gift can she choose for the old man?

"As long as it is given by Xiaorui, grandpa likes it." Old man Feng smiled.

"It's not an expensive gift, I drew a birthday picture for grandpa myself." Wen Rui replied neither humble nor overbearing, and then ordered the attendant next to him to get the gift.

Old Master Feng was secretly satisfied. This kind of demeanor was worthy of his fancy granddaughter-in-law.

The attendant came over, opened a delicate light blue long box, took out the scroll painting inside, and gently pulled the string on it, and a superb birthday picture of a pine and crane appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone let out a sigh of relief. They couldn't believe that Wen Rui, a third-year student, could have such a wonderful brushwork. In time, he would definitely become a great painter with a reputation of restlessness.

Wen Rui's paintings are in a class of their own, with smooth lines, rigorous composition, and steady colors. Two lifelike cranes stand on the slanting pine branches. All amazed.

Gao Jiahui didn't expect Wen Rui to draw so well, and a haze flashed quickly in her gentle eyes that had always been camouflaged.

Wen Yiyi on the side bit her lip, her face was ugly, and she secretly blamed her mother for not making her cousin look ugly, but letting her show off in front of everyone for nothing.

(end of this chapter)

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