After making jokes, the two of them sat on the sofa and talked about some recent business topics. When they talked about work, Ji Han put away his sloppy look, and he looked like a president.

Ji Han returned from studying abroad for three years and joined the company this year. However, Ji Han is more relaxed than Qiao Zhi, and Ji's father is still in the top position. He doesn't need Ji Han to take care of major issues, but he just comes into contact with some small things.

After chatting about two hot projects recently, Aunt Chen also prepared the meal. Qiao Zhi and Ji Han served the table. Aunt Chen went upstairs to call Wen Yun to come down to have a meal.

Wen Yun was slowing down and knew that there was a guest at home on the second floor. He didn't plan to come down to have a meal, but Aunt Chen coaxed him down and entered the restaurant. He called Qiao Zhi first, then called Ji Han "Brother" before sitting opposite Ji Han for dinner.

Ji Han saw Wen Yun clearly, with long hair, almond eyes, cherry mouth, and wearing a white dress. He looked extraordinary and quiet. He could not tell at all that he was a little girl from a small mountain village who had never seen the world.

If Ji Han hadn't known in advance, he would have definitely not believed it. Ji Han now regretted it. If he had known, he would have agreed to Qiao Zhi just now. Who wouldn't want such a well-behaved sister? He would even melt his heart by calling me softly and brother.

"Cough cough." Qiao Zhi knocked on Ji Han's bowl, and Ji Han's eyes were about to pop out. Didn't you see Wen Yun almost lower her head into the bowl?

Ji Han came to his senses and found that Wen Yun looked so much like Ji Han’s sister. The demon king in the family didn’t call him sister at all, he was here to collect debts!

"Hey, your name is Xiaojun, right? I am your brother Ji Han." Ji Han ignored Qiao Zhi's gaze that was about to kill, took the initiative to pick up food for Wen Yun, and wanted to say a few words to Wen Yun, but Wen Yun just nodded.

Of course she was afraid of Ji Han for the first time. She didn't dare to look at Ji Han, so she just kept eating.

Ji Han felt lost. This sister is well-behaved and doesn't like talking. She is like Qiao Zhi. She won't be so good at learning from Qiao Zhi so quickly, right?

Wen Yun was eating quickly, and before Ji Han could react, Wen Yun said he was full and got off the chair and sneaked out of the restaurant.

If Wen Yun hadn't taken the initiative to call someone at the beginning, Ji Han would have doubted whether Wen Yun was mute.

"Old Qiao, what's the situation? Am I so unpopular?" The romantic and handsome young master Ji felt that he was a handsome young master who was loved by everyone. He was so happy that he was so happy that the girls were. It was the first time that there was a beautiful woman who didn't want to pay attention to him. How could Ji Han not be lost?

"You finally realize that you are ugly." Qiao Zhihao curled the corners of his mouth in a mood. Seeing that Wen Yun didn't like Ji Han, Qiao Zhi felt a little secretly happy.

"My little heart is hurt!" Ji Han and Xizi held his heart.

"Don't disgust me, I'm afraid I'll waste Aunt Chen's good skills." Qiao Zhi looked at Ji Han's clothing with a smile.

"Hey, it's all my fault for being too handsome. Sister Xiaojun may be shy. The food is going to be cold when eating." Ji Han pretended to try to restore his image. He started eating seriously before Qiao Zhi started to hurt him, so Qiao Zhi didn't say anything more.

Wen Yun stayed upstairs. Since he didn't like Ji Han, Ji Han was embarrassed to force him. After eating, he sat for a while and left.

Qiao Zhi took his last sip of tea and looked at the sofa when he was about to go upstairs. The album originally placed on the sofa was gone. It seemed that Wen Yun took it away.

Today, when I saw Wen Yun's painting talent, Qiao Zhi thought about it. If she really liked it, the Qiao family would be able to let Wen Yun pursue her dreams.

If it weren't for Wen Yun's life, there was no need to receive the Beicheng. Since we had arrived in Beicheng, Qiao Zhi would be responsible for Wen Yun's future.

Although he said that Wen Yun lived in the Qiao family until he graduated from college, the person who left the Qiao family was the lady of the Qiao family. He could not feel wronged at all times. If he had some achievements in art in the future, Qiao Zhi could rest assured.

Qiao Zhi went to the second floor. He wanted to talk to Wen Yun, but the door was not closed. Wen Yun lay on the table and didn't know what he was doing.

Wen Yun heard the footsteps and turned around and saw Qiao Zhi. His cautious eyes flashed, but he was still seen by Qiao Zhi, the spirit of a person, with the look of a little girl who was not as old as Wen Yun.

"Brother." Wen Yun took the initiative to call someone and stood up from the chair, a little restrained. Although he was used to living in the Qiao family, Wen Yun did not learn how to get along with Qiao Zhi.

"Sit down, are you painting?" Qiao Zhi saw the brush on the table.

"Yes." Wen Yun was sitting halfway through the chair, obviously not very at ease, like a soldier who was ready to fight at any time, full of defense.

Qiao Zhi doesn't blame Wen Yun. After all, Wen Yun is different from others, so he always has to give Wen Yun time to adapt.

"Do you like painting?" Qiao Zhi sat on another chair, as calm as possible with Wen Yun's eyes.

"I like it." Wen Yun moved her lips.

"Then I'll ask you a painting teacher. Can you learn from the teacher? "

Qiao Zhi thought that Wen Yun was already in his second year of high school, and the education in Xiaoshan Village was definitely not as good as Beicheng. If you only take the cultural scores, Qiao Zhi was afraid that Wen Yun would not be able to keep up. Some things cannot be solved by hard work. Wen Yun has been behind them for more than ten years, so it would be difficult to make up for it. If you can study art, then your cultural scores don’t have to be so high, and you can also go to a good university.

When Wen Yun heard Qiao Zhi say that he wanted to ask the teacher to teach him how to draw, his first reaction was to be happy. He felt surprised, but he was worried that it was too troublesome. He tried hard to tighten his face and don't look too happy. "Will it be too troublesome?" Wen Yun asked carefully, like a little adult.

"No, are you willing to learn? You can also study in the future, and you can take the art joint exam in the college entrance examination." Qiao Zhi rubbed his fingertips, and it seemed that Wen Yun was still willing to learn.

"I'm willing, thank you brother." Wen Yun could learn to draw after hearing this, and finally smiled. The small dimples on both sides of her cheeks were particularly cute.

"Okay, I'll ask the teacher to come to your home to teach you in two days." Qiao Zhi originally thought about whether to send Wen Yun to enroll in a class, but it was unrealistic. For example, Wen Yun was relatively few who had just started learning art at the age of Wen Yun. Wen Yun was timid and wanted to invite the teacher to come home to teach one-on-one, and first learn the introduction to art. Although she painted beautifully, many places must have lacked guidance.

After Qiao Zhi finished giving the instructions, he was about to leave. Wen Yun was obviously much more excited, and the corners of his mouth kept rising, and he sent Qiao Zhi to the door of the bedroom, "Thank you brother."

Qiao Zhi didn't reply to her, but his mood also improved a little.

Qiao Zhi said it and told Assistant Dong that the next morning, Assistant Dong found that since Wen Yun appeared, he, the chief secretary of the president, had almost become a nanny, and even asked him to do things like tutoring. But who made Mr. Qiao pay a high salary? Even if he was a nanny, Assistant Dong was willing to do it.

Assistant Dong quickly contacted several art class cram school cram school and chose a female teacher with a good reputation, good temper and good ability. Her surname is Zhao, who is in her thirties and is almost forty years old. She has a young daughter at home. It was a time when maternal love was flooded. She should be more patient with Wen Yun, but Qiao Zheng offered a high price, and even if she was not patient, she would be patient.

Wen Yun met Teacher Zhao on the third day, a very kind teacher. Assistant Dong took her to Qiao's house and left. Qiao's house and Aunt Chen were also there, so there was no need for Assistant Dong.

Wen Yun just smiled shyly when she saw Teacher Zhao and thought the teacher was quite friendly. When Teacher Zhao introduced her name, Wen Yun was stunned. Her name was exactly the same as the teacher who taught Wen Yun many years ago. Wen Yun looked at her in surprise, with a trembling tone, "Teacher Zhao, have you ever been to Xiaolan Village?"

Teacher Zhao's smile was on his face, and he didn't expect Wen Yun to ask this question, "Are you? Wen Yun? Are you that little girl?"

Teacher Zhao thought about Xiaolan Village. Before getting married, she went to teach with the school once and taught several students. She actually had some impression of Wen Yun.

But I didn't expect that Wen Yun was the other Wen Yun. After all, Wen Yun was in Xiaolan Village. The north city was too far from Xiaolan Village, so I couldn't be sure even if I had this idea.

"Well, Teacher Zhao, I am Wen Yun." Wen Yun suddenly hugged Teacher Zhao's waist, expressing her joy. She never expected that she could meet the enlightenment teacher in Beicheng, and now she is her teacher.

"Ah, Xiaojun, the teacher didn't expect it was you." Teacher Zhao was quite excited. It's almost ten years, and no one thought that there would be another day when we met again.

When Aunt Chen saw Wen Yun and the new teacher met, she didn't have to smooth things over and went down to do other things.

Since the two know each other, things will be much easier. Wen Yun doesn’t have to spend time getting to know the teacher, and the teacher doesn’t have to understand the students’ personalities. Wen Yun is easy to get along with, and Teacher Zhao knows that with such a fate, both of them will be able to complete the task better.

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