The fake daughter was not exposed today

She just felt that the little girl's design lacked professionalism, but what Jiang Yiran disliked was this overly cute style.

"There are basically no major problems with the design. If you learn more about professional drawing and modeling, I can provide some financial support." Jing Bailu returned the design album to the creator.

"Miss Jing, what's going on..."

Ji Qunqing looked at Jiang Yiran nervously. It was not difficult to hear that Jing Bailu was preparing to invest in support of his sister.

This means competing with Jiang Yiran for people.

Jiang Yiran was a little unhappy, "Don't you think her design is childish?"

"The girl is a little immature in her design work, but her style is still very cute." Jing Bailu explained calmly, "Also, judging from your performance, you don't seem to like this style. I shouldn't feel too bad if you let her take over."

As she was speaking, she noticed a girl walking towards her from a distance.

The red dress was very eye-catching, but she immediately looked behind Jiang Fu.

This was the first time she saw a young man wearing such gorgeous clothes. The saying "clothes make the man" is indeed true.

The young man's eyes fell on her, and then he lowered his eyelashes, as if avoiding her and not daring to look again.

Jiang Fu was choked by the sudden strong and sweet emotions in front and behind him.

I don't dare to confess my feelings, so I feel secretly excited in my heart.

A slightly pungent feeling broke the sweetness around him, and Jiang Fu soon noticed Jiang Yiran who was with Jing Bailu.

Jiang Yiran stared at the girl's familiar face and once again thought of his master's words.

She was jealous of Jiang Fu... Such words sounded funny, making her seem like a stupid woman who only knew how to compete with others.

She clenched her fists slightly and looked at Jing Bailu.

"Ms. Jing, I don't think it's necessary to give my people to you for free."

She didn't want to be upset because of Jiang Fu's appearance, so it would be better for her to leave first.

Moreover, she originally thought that Jing Bailu was a strong woman worthy of admiration, but as soon as the man next to Jiang Fu appeared, she changed her mind.

What strong woman would look like she wants to get married?

Before she could finish her words, a voice of resistance erupted beside her.

"Who are your people? Stop categorizing people here." Ji Xueqing was really fed up.

She is not a commodity, so it is not right for Jiang Yiran to put on airs and arbitrarily classify her into any area.

"Xueqing." Ji Qunqing reminded.

Behind Jiang Yiran are the Jiang and Ling families. Although the two families are now at odds with each other, people from the upper class can easily block their way. He doesn't want him and his sister to be unable to pursue a career in art because of offending others.

The girl ignored her brother's warning and looked at Jiang Yiran. "You don't respect my work yourself, so where do you get the right to dictate my fate? How can I guarantee that you will respect my work in the future?"

She took Jing Bailu's hand and said, "Miss Jing, do you still mean what you said just now?"

"Of course." Jing Bailu casually wrote down the contact information and handed it to her. "Call this number when you get back."

"Thank you."

Jiang Fu touched Jiang Yiran's emotions.

She didn't quite understand Jiang Yiran. She didn't know why Jiang Yiran was so resistant to the emotion of love.

It is true that some people become haggard and thin because of love, but more often than not, most people just regard it as a kind of life spice. If they have it, they are lucky, but if they don’t, it doesn’t matter.

Is it necessary to castrate your own emotions in this way?

Noticing the girl's puzzled and inquiring gaze, Jiang Yiran raised his eyes and glared back.

Ji Xueqing gave her face, but she would not be hurt by it. She did not need the inexplicable sympathy from Jiang Fu.

Jiang Fu said nothing and looked at Pu Qiubai.

She thought that there would be some sparks between these two this time...

Cui Ningyu, who was sitting in the room drinking tea, saw his nephew walk in with a strange posture and grip the handle of the teacup tightly.

"What's wrong? Ah Shun, you're walking like a woman."

The man who had just flirted with Ji Xueqing said unhappily, "Aunt, the eldest daughter of the Jing family is really fierce."

Cui Ningyu put down the teacup.

It seems that he wanted to attack the girl, but was beaten by her instead.

Jing Bailu is an only child, and her old man doted on her a lot, which really spoiled her and made her have a bad temper. Ordinary people really can't control her.

"I won't let her go anyway." Cui Renshun felt angry when he thought of the scene where he was beaten by that woman.

Cui Ningyu closed her eyes calmly. "I can't control how you want to deal with her, but remember, she is the eldest daughter of the Jing family. She cannot lose face in front of outsiders."

Hearing this, Cui Renshun touched his pocket.

Before he came to Yancheng, his friend gave him a bag of gadgets. It is said that a woman as unruly as a wild horse will be as obedient as a caught prey.

Cui Ningyu poured himself another cup of tea.

It seems that after today, she will be able to hear some happy news.

Many people stopped in front of Shan Mingxue's paintings.

When Shen Shuran came back after touching up her makeup, Ling Mujiang was introducing her to a dignified-looking lady.

"...The model for this painting is my friend. If you want to meet him in person, I can show you the way."

"He should be a very handsome boy." The lady agreed.

As a friend of Shan Mingxue, she knew very well what this meant.

It is said that you are looking at the painting, but more importantly, you are looking at the people in the painting.

If someone is interested in Shan Mingxue's models, she will introduce them to her, and how to have in-depth communication afterwards is up to the other party.

She couldn't accept someone taking Shen Ji away.

"Is Mingxue not here?" She was a little confused.

"Your brother is dizzy, so she took everyone to rest."

Shen Shuran smiled faintly and contacted someone.

Shen Ji was sitting in the rest area when he suddenly received a call from his sister, "Sister, what's wrong?"

"You will go to the room upstairs and wait for me later. Be obedient, okay?"

"Yeah." Shen Ji nodded.

Shan Mingxue listened quietly without saying a word.

Suddenly received a message from Ling Mujiang.

"Mingxue, someone wants to buy your painting. Please come over here."

After introducing the lady, Ling Mujiang politely saw her off, and in the meantime, he glanced at Shen Shuran who was pretending to look at a painting.

Let this side develop first.

After leaving the exhibition hall, he lit a cigarette and saw Jiang Yiran coming out alone.

I don’t know who he met, but he was visibly irritated.

Such an anxious look, such...

Pleasant to the eyes!

The white mist exhaled enveloped his neck, like a gentle embrace that was about to dissipate, temporarily soothing his emotions.

The time it took to smoke a cigarette passed quickly. He flicked off the ash and walked over as if nothing had happened. "Yiran, what happened? Are you in a bad mood?"

"Second brother?" Jiang Yiran relaxed.

Compared to the oppressive feeling she had when looking at Jiang Fu, she felt more relaxed when she was with her trusted relatives.

"Brother, I don't know why, but I always feel depressed when I'm around that person."

She leaned her head against the wall, recalling every scene with Jiang Fu.

Every time, he was completely killed.