Young Master, Don't Bother Me

unable!

Duan Zhenghao immediately denied all the possibilities and ideas.

If Luo Xiaojing is Luo Rou's daughter, Qiao Yi won't be able to find it for so long. There must be some clues related to Luo Xiaojing.

"Can you ask not to be surrounded?"

Duan Zhenghao's mind surges. A female voice suddenly interrupts him. It's like someone's voice in his memory. It's like a time shuttle, which instantly brings him back decades ago.

"Xiaozheng, can you stop staring at me like this? I'll be nervous."

He shook his head fiercely. Luo Rou's bashful anger turned into Luo Xiaojing's cold gaze. Duan Zhenghao's expression froze: "what?"

Luo Xiaojing will never be his and Luo Rou's daughter. Luo Rou never has such murderous eyes.

"I need a quiet environment for carving, so could you ask Duan's sculptors to do something else first?"

Luo Xiaojing is not afraid of onlookers. She is only afraid that an old sculptor will see her usual carving technique. Since Su Han mentioned that time, she has paid much attention to it, but for Mei Mei who carves two-color tourmaline, she must use the carving skills that only Luo Rou can use.

Without waiting for Duan Zhenghao's signal, the sculptors rushed back to their respective positions. Seeing that the person in charge of the carving department was standing still, Duan Zhenghao said to him, "go ahead."

"But she..."

"The carving department can't be delayed because of a novice sculptor I bet on."

As Duan Zhenghao wanted to see how miserable Luo Xiaojing lost, the person in charge had to give up the idea. Seeing him leave the carving room, Luo Xiaojing began to speed up the carving rhythm.

The rough embryo of three two-color materials was soon pushed out, and she selected the third piece of reactive material and began to draw.

Luo Xiaojing is familiar with every arc and every stroke. She can't be familiar with it any more. The two-color tourmaline without polishing is very dark, but in her hands, it's like having a soul. She will show the most beautiful appearance of tourmaline according to her idea.

She didn't know that Duan Zhenghao was more and more frightened because the rhythm and speed of her carving didn't look like a novice sculptor at all.

In a flash, Duan Zhenghao convinced himself that Luo Xiaojing's sculpture teacher was su Han, the winner of the meilans prize, and he made such rapid progress. There are also negative voices, because Duan Zhenghao, who knows how to carve, knows very well that Duan Qingyan, who was trained by him since childhood and sent abroad to study, can't achieve the speed of Luo Xiaojing.

He was completely confused. Under his severe and wrinkled face, he pulled back and forth. He fixed his eyes on Luo Xiaojing, who was attentive to carving. He suddenly felt that when he carved it, he could not be disturbed by anyone. It was like Luo rou.

Duan Zhenghao, you are crazy, you must be crazy!

A voice sobered him up, and then another voice sounded, click, the third two-color tourmaline that had just been stabbed four times was broken.

"Miss Luo, give up?" Duan Zhenghao immediately converged and looked at Luo Xiaojing with a smile, some holding a broken two-color tourmaline.

"It turns out that the brittleness of tourmaline is different from that of the tourmaline I just gave me." Yang head, just a little frustrated Luo Xiaojing another arrogant, "give me the tourmaline should be all Qin, but Qin is not very uniform."

Can Luo Xiaojing even try this out? How many crystal stones did she touch to accumulate so much experience?

"With or without Qin, you only have two-thirds chance."

Without Duan Zhenghao's reminding, Luo Xiaojing knows what she's gambling on. She breathes out. She picks up the remaining two pieces of tourmaline and draws Mei Mei in detail.

The ladder rod grinds the edge, the mound grinds the general shape, the big nail continues to grind, and the nail divides into the shape of a beautiful plum blossom petal Luo Xiaojing and other sculptors carved flower series, basically is this step. Then the petal structure of meimeimei is further divided with a quick mouth to enhance the three-dimensional sense.

However, when the small triangle nail should be used, Luo Xiaojing changed it into a ladder stick.

"The ladder bar is to make the surface of tourmaline smoother. It's the last step of carving. It seems a little early for you to go up now."

Duan Zhenghao shouldn't have reminded her, but he can't help it. Meimei is almost in the final stage. Although it's three sizes smaller than the one carved by Luo Rou, it already has her essence.

"It seems early."

Luo Xiaojing, while carving, agrees with Duan Zhenghao, but his busy hand doesn't stop at all. As soon as his voice falls, there is another click, and the Bi color Mei Mei, which is about to be carved successfully, is broken again.

"This..."

Not to say why, Duan Zhenghao's balance of winning and losing has been completely tilted to let Luo Xiaojing win.

"I haven't lost yet, because there's one last piece." Luo Xiaojing stands up. The panic when the first two-color tourmaline is broken has long gone. She is full of confidence. Chong Duan Zhenghao raises her eyebrows, turns around, stretches, rubs her shoulders and looks at the sunset outside the window.

Time goes by unconsciously. Although Mei Mei, who she bets with Duan Zhenghao, is much smaller than her mother's carving, it still takes her a lot of time and keeps her hands tight. She secretly tells herself that as long as she can calm down, the last piece will be carved successfully. After several times of meditation, she sat back at her desk.When she picked up the ladder stick, the remaining light at the end of her eyes swept Duan Zhenghao. She was shocked to find that he had been standing there for nearly five hours without moving.

"Mr. Duan, are you thinking that if you lose, do you really want to fulfill your bet?"

He had a solemn look, as if he had expected the result, so he thought of countermeasures.

"Are you sure you can win?"

"Half the chance." Luo Xiaojing is cautious, but it doesn't look like there is only half a chance, but 100%.

"So..." Duan Zhenghao mixed with the tone of other things, is not just a word with a gun, "Miss Luo, just start, you can slow down a little bit, I'm not in a hurry."

Even if there are countless impossible to deny Duan Zhenghao's conjecture, what he saw with his own eyes is absolutely not false. He knows Luo Rou too well, and the appearance of Luo Rou's carving is all printed in his mind. He has never forgotten that Luo Xiaojing is so much like Luo Rou at the moment, whether it's habit or action, or her confident smile.

Luo Xiaojing turns her attention back to the two-color tourmaline, turns on the machine, picks up the ladder bar, and pastes the rough embryo she has painted.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I put it on, there was a crisp click.

"Broken?"

Before Luo Xiaojing has any reaction, Duan Zhenghao grabs the two-color tourmaline in his hand. He frowns and looks at the broken tourmaline. The regret in his eyes is just like what he most expects. In fact, Luo Xiaojing wins.