Wealthy Poison Pet: Leng Di's No. 7 Bride

Chapter 149 Let's Go
"Miss Hong" An Lan hurried over to tidy up, took a tissue and wiped the egg yolk on her skirt, "Miss Hong, let's go upstairs and change."

Hong Jiaqi nodded.

Looking at her leaving back, Pei Zhihan couldn't help frowning, what kind of thing made her so absent-minded.After he finished eating, before Hong Jiaqi came down from the stairs, Pei Zhihan's brows wrinkled even tighter, and he got up and went upstairs.

When he got upstairs, he saw that the door of Hong Jiaqi's room was ajar, so he walked over and looked at Hong Jiaqi holding an egg in his hand and still thinking about something through the crack of the door. His heart moved, and he suddenly remembered the scene of painting with her yesterday, The distraction just now was actually because of the eggs?
Pei Zhihan pushed the door open and went in, "Go and eat."

Hong Jiaqi seemed to be frightened, as soon as she let go of her hand, the oval egg fell in a straight line, hit Hong Jiaqi's slippers, and shattered with a bang.

"Have you always been so sloppy in doing things?" Pei Zhihan's eyes widened in dissatisfaction.

Hong Jiaqi looked down at the egg yolk on the slippers, "I didn't mean to."

"You can't even hold an egg, let alone hold a drawing board, Hong Jiaqi, give up." Pei Zhihan glanced at her coldly, turned and left.

Hong Jiaqi looked at his resolute back, her eyes were slightly astringent, her eye sockets turned red, it was just an egg, is it that serious?
She just wants to learn how to draw, and she wants to work harder if she doesn't have a foundation.

Is there something wrong with this?

Crouching on the ground, the tears in Hong Jiaqi's eyes could no longer hold back, and rolled down like big beans, as if she had been wronged by the sky.

Pei Zhihan didn't come over at night. Hong Jiaqi lay in bed and couldn't sleep, so she got out of bed in her pajamas. When she went to the living room, she turned on a light. Hong Jiaqi sat on a high stool, picked up a paintbrush, and closed her eyes.

Drawing while looking at things is just a beginner's skill, and being able to draw with eyes closed is a master.Pei Zhihan is a master, he can draw himself so much without looking, she also wants to close her eyes and be able to draw him carefully.

Opening her eyes again, the paintbrush in Hong Jiaqi's hand seemed to obey her orders, spreading out strokes carefully and accurately on the paper.

Pei Zhihan, who had worked overtime in the study for a while, opened the door to go downstairs to get some tea. He was a little surprised to see a person sitting there drawing in the living room.

Once upon a time, he also stayed up all night for what he wanted to do.

When Hong Jiaqi woke up in the morning, it was already high in the sun, and she rushed downstairs to feed her hungry belly. After taking a rest, Zhang Zhong came over, "Miss Hong, let's go now."

"Where are you going?" She was used to staying in the villa these days, and it was rare to hear Zhang Zhong say that he was going out, and it was not surprising that it was fake.

"The young master reported you to the art class, saying that you have to go there every afternoon from now on." Zhang Zhong said expressionlessly, "Let's go now."

"Okay." When Hong Jiaqi went out with Zhang Zhong, she was still excited. Didn't Pei Zhihan scold her last night, why did she enroll in art class today?

After getting out of the car, Hong Jiaqi looked at the high-rise buildings in front of her, only to realize that she didn't change clothes when she went out, and was hesitating whether to go in. Zhang Zhong had already parked the car and walked over, "I'll lead you up."

Hong Jiaqi gritted her teeth and nodded, but it was just an art class, and it was not an important occasion, so Hong Jiaqi followed in, but when she got inside, she looked at the staff wearing professional suits and high heels around her, and she was immediately in awe.

Hong Jiaqi has never attended any interest classes since she was a child. After her father died, her mother alone supported the family's basic necessities of life, living in poverty.Although she has a dance that she likes very much, she has never mentioned that she wants to take dance classes.

(End of this chapter)