Lu Yanci circled her and prevented her from getting close to the child: "Go to the studio. I will paint with you today."
At this time, the child who had always been relatively quiet suddenly started crying.
When Wen Ning heard the child cry, he felt heartbroken: "Is he uncomfortable? Give me a hug!"
Zhang Hua glanced at Lu Yanci and saw his gloomy expression.
She sighed inaudibly, patted the child, and said while coaxing: "The young master must be hungry. It has been three hours since the last feeding. The young madam and the third master should go to the studio. I will take care of the child." go back."
Wen Ning felt extremely uncomfortable when he heard the child's weak cries, and wanted to break away from Lu Yan to hug the child.
But Lu Yanci held her waist tightly, preventing her from moving.
Wen Ning became anxious: "Lu Yanci, let go of me, the baby is crying!"
Lu Yanci winked at Zhang Hua, then opened the car door and got out of the car with Wen Ning in his arms.
The car left quickly. Wen Ning looked at the back of the car in the distance with red eyes, "Lu Yanci, why do you always refuse to let me get close to the child? Is it because he is a child of the Yan family? Do you enjoy motherly love?"
Lu Yanci's eyes flashed with unspeakable pain, and he said in a low voice: "No, the baby is hungry, and it's windy outside. Let Zhang Hua take it back first."
Wen Ning obviously didn't believe it and choked up: "Lu Yanci, this is our child, why don't you like me to hold him? Every time I kiss him, you have to stop me!"
These words were like a knife, cutting back and forth in Lu Yanci's heart.
If their biological child was still there, how could he separate mother and son.
"I don't like you getting close to him. It's just that the first child of the head of the Yan family grew up like this. He will have to bear heavy responsibilities in the future. He can't be too greedy for family affection. When our second child is born, we will How about taking him in person?"
Wen Ning's eyes were red, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
She really didn't understand. She was already very restrained and just wanted to hold and kiss the child. Why would he stop such a small thing?
Even if this child is the future heir of the Yan family, why can't he be close to his mother when he is still so young?
When she was about to retort, Lu Yanci held her hand and said softly: "I heard from Mo Sang that a new batch of oil paintings arrived today and will be exhibited in a few days. Let's go and take a look first. Is there something you like and take a picture of it.'
Wen Ning raised his head and looked at him doubtfully: "Do you know Mo Sang?"
Lu Yanci said calmly: "He is my mother's teacher. When I came to pick you up a few days ago, I met him and found out that he came to China and taught at Huada."
Wen Ning was suddenly extremely disappointed.
This time, Mo Sang accepted no more than ten closed disciples in China. As one of them, she was happy for many days.
But he didn't expect that Lu Yanci had invited him here.
She was disappointed and said: "Did you arrange for him to come here to teach me?"
Lu Yanci rubbed her hair and said in a deep voice: "No, this is Ning Ning's own fate and strength. Mo Sang is one of the top oil painting masters in the world. He can choose Ning Ning, which means that Ning Ning is good at painting. Very talented in painting.”
"My mother was very happy when she heard that you were chosen by Mo Sang. She also said that you are her junior sister. When we return to the United States for the wedding in a few days, you can have a good chat with her."
Wen Ning still didn't believe it: "Lu Yanci, you arranged him, right?"
Lu Yanci said with a serious face: "Ning Ning doesn't believe me, or doesn't believe in herself? Do you know where you ranked in the department in the exams you took a few days ago in the professional courses?"
"First!"
"Your tutor told me at noon today that your professional course took the first place in the whole college this time. Hua Daquan is the proud son of heaven, but Ning Ning still took the first place. Is this also a lie? You still have to doubt yourself Ability?"
Wen Ning stared into his eyes, as if trying to distinguish the truth from his words.
"Really number one?"
Lu Yanci said solemnly: "Do I need to lie to you about this kind of thing? Do you think I will care whether you come first or last?"
Wen Ning breathed a sigh of relief.
This is true.
It didn't matter to Lu Yanci whether she came first or last in the exam. His goal was simple, as long as she learned professional knowledge so that she could master the Yan family's account books in the future.
However, Mo Sang's incident still bothered her.
"Mosang really wasn't invited by you?"
Lu Yanci said calmly: "Why should I hire him? The cost of hiring him is very high, tens of millions of dollars a year. I don't want you to become a famous painter. What will you spend this kind of money on?"
He straightened the small hair on her cheek and said in a deep voice: "If possible, I hope you can do nothing but stay by my side. So, do you think he will be the one I invited?"
Wen Ning believed this.
She knew clearly that Lu Yanci really didn't want her to have any skills to make a living. He wished that she didn't know anything and could only rely on him to live.
This time she was able to go to school only because the mistress of the Yan family must have management skills and be able to read account books, otherwise, he would never let her study.
She breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the direction the car left, and then looked at the direction of the oil painting studio. A dim light flashed in her eyes, and she said softly: "Let's go to the studio. Mo Sang should be waiting for me."
At this time, inside the oil painting room.
Li Fengxing looked at the oil painting in front of him in trance.
His mother Ji Ruyue is the daughter of a Xinguo family. She was a close friend of Wen Yuan when she was young. Knowing that Wen Yuan came to China, she specifically told him to invite Wen Yuan to his home for a gathering today.
I didn't expect to see this oil painting in this studio.
The girl in the painting looked very much like Wen Ning. If Wen Yuan hadn't said it was a painting from more than 20 years ago, he would have thought it was a small portrait of Wen Ning.
Seeing that Li Fengxing had been looking at the portrait in trance, Wen Yuan smiled and said: "The person in the painting is actually destined to you. When your mother was young, she was close friends with the woman in the painting. They promised each other that they would give birth to a child in the future. If the children are a boy and a girl, they are married and marriage tokens are exchanged."
Wen Yuan sighed, "It turned out that her child died before he reached two years old. Otherwise, the child might be married to you now."
Li Fengxing had a thought in his mind and said in a deep voice: "Are you saying that the child of the person in this painting is engaged to me?"
Wen Yuan nodded: "Although it was just a verbal agreement, your mother did have such an agreement with her back then. You can go back and ask your mother."
Li Fengxing looked at the portrait motionless, "You said her child died?"
Wen Yuan didn't want to say more and just nodded.
Li Fengxing asked again: "Is this painting for sale?"
Wen Yuandao: "The owner of this painting has said that after the exhibition, the painting will be auctioned, and the money from the auction will be donated to the temple, which fulfills his wish."
Li Fengxing's eyes flashed slightly: "How much does the painting owner want?"
His intuition told him that the man in the painting was inextricably linked to Wen Ning.
