Genius Daddy in the City

In the countless angry eyes of passers-by.

I saw a young man wearing a white suit and sunglasses walking inside Hummer, and in his arms, he was holding a little boy about six or seven years old, wearing a stylish dress.

As he stepped out, many passers-by were startled.

"It's Zhao Yuanliang, Zhao's son!"

Someone was about to yell, but after hearing this exclamation, he suddenly snorted: "What? He is the zombie demon of the Zhao family?"

The rest were not much better.

It is really that Zhao Yuanliang's three words are too famous in Jinling!

The second son of the Zhao family of the Jinling giants, the most dazzling people in the Jinling giants circle, the third generation of young leaders in Jinling.

This is a typical sister-in-law, nicknamed Mixed Demon King, relying on his family background, it can be said that the whole Jinling is flying, no one dares to mess with it.

The young man in a suit dismissed a smile, and then bowed his head to the little boy in his arms and said, "Yangyang, how is it? Xiaoyun's car drives well?"

"Little sister, it didn't kill anyone, but it was addictive."

The boy's immature features revealed a hint of maggots.

As soon as this word came out, countless people were angry.

The Hummer who dared to rush into the supermarket and almost hit someone was driven by a six- or seven-year-old child, and afterwards did not have any guilt, but said that he did not hit someone, but it was addictive.

Mengmeng held Ye Chen's arm and said, "Dad, they are too bad."

Little fat man Li Erguo politely spit below: "Dad, did you see that? This is the rich second generation said on TV. Compared to him, Fat Man is much better."

"What an ancient capital of the Six Dynasties!"

Li Yongmin laughed angrily, and his face was extremely ugly.

Ye Chen also heard the voices of passers-by without a word, then shook his head: "Three ancestors of the giants, no wonder dare to be so brazen!"

In the face of countless passers-by, Zhao Gongzi smiled coldly: "What do you want to see? Go back and see your mother's b!"

Anyway, he handed the next check and threw it into the supermarket behind him: "I have paid for the loss today, Zhao Gongzi!"

He stopped driving the Hummer again.

"Who is this? Does anyone teach children this way?"

Rao is Cang Shuxue. A girl couldn't help being angry: "Also, a minor actually drove on the road in a brazen way. Is there a king?"

She would call the police when she took out her cell phone.

Li Yongmin hurriedly stopped her: "Teacher Cang, don't mess around, we cannot afford to offend such people."

...

After such a disappointment, everyone's appetite was not very good. After eating two casually, Li Yongmin rushed to finish the list and returned to the art museum under the leadership of Cang Shuxue.

After more than ten minutes, all the children who came to the competition gathered under the leadership of their respective parents to the art museum, even the ones who had been in a bus with Ye Chen before were no exception.

Everyone's face was filled with expectation, excitement, and the gazes toward each other were full of vigilance, apparently also aware of what the first place in this painting competition represents today.

At the same time, there was a commotion behind the crowd.

Everyone looked back, and saw five young bodyguards in uniform embracing a young man walking towards this side. No one dared to stop where the bodyguards passed, even if someone did not let them go.

"Why is he again!" After seeing the youth's looks, Li Yongmin and Cang Shuxue were shocked.

Because the young man was Zhao Yuanliang, the son of the Zhao family who had met outside before, at this time he was still holding the little boy, six or seven years old, with a piece of chocolate in his mouth.

"It's Zhao Gongzi!"

"Unexpectedly, even he came. Did he take the child in his arms to the competition?"

"I'm dizzy. Dignity Zhao Gongzi brought people to participate in this competition, then we people have a chance to fart?"

"..."

The crowd burst into an instant.

In their opinion, the so-called children's drawing competition did not look down on the wealthy people, but did not expect that Zhao Yuanliang and the second son of the Zhao family had even come to participate.

"Couldn't it have come to Master Wu Wenshan?"

Someone's eyes flickered.

Zhao Yuanliang was arrogant all the way, and he didn't put everyone in his eyes at all. Instead, the little boy in his arms looked at the children fiercely at the scene. He was very disdainful: "A group of rubbish, just because you are also worthy of me Contention? "

Everyone dared not be angry.

At this time, a woman in a cheongsam came over with Mike and shouted, "The exam is about to begin. The regional leaders please take your players with me, and the parents stay outside!"

"Do I stay outside?" Zhao Yuanliang smiled.

"Yo, isn't this Gongzi?"

The woman hurriedly greeted her, and said with great respect: "Of course you don't have to stay outside, please, please, I will take you in personally."

Zhao Yuanliang really enjoyed her respect, and hugged the child in the anger of everyone's eyes.

Anger is angry.

But when they come, let them go back now, it is definitely impossible, so the scene was messy for a while, and countless parents kept cheering on their children.

"Ye Mengmeng, Li Erguo, Guan Muze, Chen Xiaohai ..."

As the leader of Tiannan Cang Shuxue named each other one by one, he closed the roster and said, "Come in with me. As long as the parents stay outside, we will come out after the game. Please rest assured."

Mengmeng tightly dragged Ye Chen's dress corner and said timidly, "Dad, they want you to go in with me."

"It's okay, Dad and your sister Qian Qian will always pay attention to you, like, Dad has confidence in you." Ye Chen kissed her with a smile.

"Dad, they will take the first!"

The little boy waved his pink powder fist, and finally walked into the museum under the leadership of Cang Shuxue.

Before leaving, the fat man Li Erguo grinned before leaving: "Uncle Ye, you can rest assured, fat man, I won't make people bully Meng Meng, after all, fat man doesn't drink water to drink."

"roll!"

Li Yongmin flew over.

The fat man shook his fat and disappeared.

Li Yongmin turned around to comfort Ye Chen: "Brother Ye, don't worry, it's just a children's drawing contest. It's not a big deal."

Ye Chen smiled and said nothing, but shrouded the consciousness and completely grasped her daughter's every move.

...

There is a manor on the back mountain of Jinling Art Museum.

After Zhao Yuanliang led his seven-year-old nephew Zhao Yang into the manor, he finally bowed to an old man in Tsing Yi in Gaotang and smiled: "Yuan Liang has seen Uncle Wu!"

Sitting in front of him was an old man in Tsing Yi. The old man looked indifferent, exuding a hint of scent of books, and beside him were standing several men, each of whom was not weak.

If there are outsiders present, they will inevitably find out that these people are all seniors in the entire Jinling literary and artistic circle, including the president of the calligraphy association, the president of the calligraphy and painting association, and the chairman of the largest chamber of commerce in Jinling ...

However, these people are extremely respectful at this moment, because the old man in Tsing Yi has the name of painting sage, and the first person in Jinling Painting Road is Wu Wenshan!

Wu Wenshan opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Yuanliang. Finally, his eyes fell on Zhao Yang, who was seven years old, and nodded slightly, "Is this doll after my old man?"

"Back to Uncle Wu, yes!"

Zhao Yuanliang dissatisfied with the previous concubine, and after politely nodded, he said, "Uncle Wu, my second grandfather hopes that Zhao Yang can worship at your door."

"do not worry!"

Wu Wenshan said slightly: "The old man has already said hello to the referee seat. This time the child can take the first place. When the old man comes out again, he will justly accept the child as a disciple!"

"Thank you Uncle Wu!"

After Zhao Yuanliang thanked him, he left with his nephew.

After he left, an old man couldn't help but said, "Master Wu, it is said that this little boy of the Zhao family has never learned to paint, and it is not like drawing an egg. If he is ranked first, I am afraid he will not be convinced. Everyone? "

Wu Wenshan shook his sleeves!

"The old man thinks that whoever comes first, whoever comes first, who dares not to admit it !!!"

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