"Broken position is the corner, it will not affect the overall carving." Duan Zhenghao skillfully picked up the caliper, and when he stuck the two-color tourmaline, Luo Xiaojing was stunned again.

But just for a moment, she regained the two-color tourmaline in her own hands: "Mr. Duan is right. The fragmentation will not affect the whole, but Mr. Duan makes me a little confused."

"I also hope Luo Rou's..."

"Please call it Mr. Luo!" Fangrou's tone is interrupted by Luo Xiaojing. She picks up the carving knife and temporarily shakes off the nausea when she hears Duan Zhenghao calling Luorou's name directly.

She doesn't want to speculate with malice, but it doesn't apply to Duan Zhenghao. He's just a businessman with no bottom line. Who knows if he suddenly changes his attitude.

Taking a breath to calm her mind, Luo Xiaojing picks up the carving knife again. The broken two-color tourmaline has no effect on her, but it's related to her mother's reproduction of flowers, so she can't take it lightly.

This time, her speed was slower than that of the previous two times, but the carving of plum blossom petals was more meticulous. Duan Zhenghao still stood there, not daring to blink for a second, staring at the carving knife in Luo Xiaojing's hand and the two-color tourmaline material in her hand.

The angle of the knife and the habit of drawing arcs make him seem familiar. If anyone tells him that Luo Xiaojing and Luo Rou have nothing to do with each other now, and that they just worship and be worshipped, he will not hesitate to correct them.

His hands begin to tremble unconsciously. If Luo Xiaojing is really his and Luo Rou's daughter, if really

"Mr. Duan!"

When his heart surged, he was suddenly revived by the cold female voice. He bowed his head. Luo Xiaojing turned off the machine and looked at him: "Mr. Duan, I'll confirm with you at last. If I win, you won't deny me?"

"No If Luo Xiaojing is his and Luo Rou's daughter, then everything will start all over again.

"Mr. Duan means what he says." Turning on the machine again, Luo Xiaojing turns the ladder stick in her hand. There are still several steps left. She has to show her housekeeping skills.

Duan Zhenghao was right when he was carving the second two-color tourmaline, but what he didn't know was that Luo Rou was able to carve the beautiful plum because she had several more processes that no other sculptors would use.

If you use the ladder bar more than once, the nail carving knives are not only small nails but also big nails. The radian of petals can't be carved with only one knife. If you want the crack to be less obvious, you have to change the angle and strength of several carving knives.

Finally, the polishing powder must be put on, and the polishing machine must be adjusted to the lowest speed to polish. It is absolutely not gentle to the old mine tourmaline of Weiqin, because maybe high-speed polishing will damage the brittle old mine tourmaline of Weiqin.

As time goes by, finally

"Yes." Turning off the machine, Luo Xiaojing holds the carved beauty Mei in his hand.

The light in the room has long been on when the sky is dark. Under the ordinary incandescent lamp, the crystal clear beauty Mei is shining with gentle light. Duan Zhenghao takes it with incredible care. His deep eyes are full of mist.

Luo Xiaojing finished it. Although he was psychologically prepared, he didn't expect Meimei to finish it so well. Except that it's a little small, the two-color tourmaline is different from Luo Rou's, he can't see that it's not Luo Rou's own work.

A few beautiful plum flowers stand upright in the snow. Their quiet pride is really like Luo Rou who never gave in to sculpture.

"You Who the hell are you from laurel? "

Duan Zhenghao's aggressive eyes made Luo Xiaojing feel tight and steady. She replied with a smile: "as I said, teacher Luo is my most respected sculptor."

"No way!"

Luo Xiaojing, who was shocked with a hard voice, was stunned. At this moment, his arm suddenly felt a pain.

"I know Luo Rou and have seen her carving. I remember every piece of her works by heart. Your carving habits and carving techniques are very similar to hers. It can't be as simple as worship."

Does Duan Zhenghao know his mother?

Surprised and flustered, Luo Xiaojing didn't expect Duan Zhenghao to see her similar carving techniques with Luo rou.

"Mr. Duan, would you please let go first?" But at this time, she can't be confused, let alone admit it.

"Luo Xiaojing, who are you and who are you?"

"Mr. Duan!"

One loud voice overshadows the other. Duan Zhenghao still drags Luo Xiaojing. When the person in charge of the carving Department hears the sound rushes in, Luo Xiaojing takes advantage of the gap to shake off Duan Zhenghao.

"Mr. Duan, if you lose, remember to fulfill the gambling agreement."

Taking off her work clothes and throwing them aside, Luo Xiaojing flashes out of the carving room. Duan Zhenghao's reaction is beyond her expectation. Besides leaving Duan's, she can't think of how to deal with it.

"Luo Xiaojing, you can't go yet."

The person in charge of the carving Department stopped him by mistake: "Mr. Duan, did we really lose?"

"Just look at Mei Mei." The voice is urgent. Duan Zhenghao wants to dismiss the person in charge of the carving department immediately. When he comes out, it's not good to be wordy. It's a critical time."But Duan..."

Before the person in charge of the carving Department finished speaking, he hurried out of the elevator and the gate. Luo Xiaojing was standing on the side of the road to stop the car.

"Miss lo, wait a minute." Several brisk steps rushed up and stopped her. Duan Zhenghao forced himself to hold back his surging emotion and slowed down his speaking speed. "I'm sorry I scared you just now. I'm just a little excited because I've been looking for people related to Luo rou."

"Ready for your decision to copy flowers?"

Seeing that Luo Xiaojing was full of precautions, Duan Zhenghao stepped back and stood at a suitable distance: "the reason why I want to re carve is to let people related to Luo Rou take the initiative to find me."

Luo Xiaojing suspiciously picked the next eyebrow, instantly and disdainfully smile: "sorry Mr. Duan, I really can't believe what you said."

A businessman with the highest interests suddenly plays the game of looking for people. She is not a three-year-old. If she swindles, she will believe everything.

"I know." Eyes slightly heavy, at the moment Duan Zhenghao some regret, regret his anger cut off jingsongfang's supply of goods, "I really have no malice, I just want to know, you are Luo Rou who?"

"Who am I from Mr. Luo? Do I have anything to do with Mr. Duan?"

"Of course it does, because I..." Duan Zhenghao as like as two peas, blurred and swallowed her throat, and her face was more clear. He suddenly noticed that she looked exactly like he did when he was so angry. Mother? "