Chen Rufeng was a little panicked. He grabbed Chen Zizhou's brush and played with it in his hand: "It's just... I'm just a little interested."

Tang Jingqing picked her lips and just smiled without saying a word.

Perhaps because he knew that he had seen through Tang Jingqing, Chen Rufeng felt a little guilty: "Grandpa said that I will inherit the Shen family in the future, so... don't always worry about these useless things. Uncle II also said that the Shen family will hand it over to me on the day I got married. My main task is to ensure that the property left by the family will continue to the next generation."

The reason why Chen Rufeng hated Su Chenghuan so much was because Su Chenghuan's bastard stabbed him to his grandfather for secretly drawing.

Six-year-old Chen Rufeng watched his grandfather burn all his picture albums and brushes. His grandfather told him that his mission was to keep the Shen family, and that none of these things should be touched, because his father was addicted to these... He was led astray by those so-called like-minded people, and he was sent to the black-haired man.

Knowing that he was seen through by Tang Jingqing, Chen Rufeng said: "My father used to be a painter, but later... after my father and my mother died, my grandfather bought all the paintings of my father and burned them all! No one left, and I was not allowed to touch the paintbrush."

I like to draw but can’t touch it. Is this why Chen Rufeng is confused?!

"Have you talked about this with your second uncle?" Tang Jingqing's eyes were calm and quiet, "Chen Rufeng, I'm not good at comforting people, you should talk to your second uncle."

Chen Rufeng shrugged indifferently: "Don't talk to my second uncle, anyway... my talent for painting is average, and I am not a chosen son like a big boss, so it doesn't matter if I give up."

When he heard the four words "Son of God" again, Tang Jingqing's dark eyes were cold and thin.

"Chen Rufeng... Do you know what the chosen son is?!" Tang Jingqing's throat was rolling, "Life is rich, food and clothing, a happy family, and someone loves it. This is the chosen son. I have a friend whose parents divorced in his early years and his mother died early, and he lacked love from the family! Later... he had a car accident. He even knew that his father was malicious and gave his bank card password to his father. His father disappeared with the money and he jumped off the roof of the hospital! He had a great talent in violin and was called the chosen son!"

Chen Rufeng looked at Tang Jingqing.

"There is another little girl. When her parents divorced, they didn't want her and her brother. The two children depended on each other. When she was five years old, the girl showed her math talent and was very good at mental arithmetic. She was considered by the teacher to be the chosen son of God. Her parents began to compete for the custody of the girl again! In order to let her sister live a better life, the brother endured the pain and handed over the girl to take care of her. The parents only cared about allowing the girl to study at high intensity, and never cared about the girl's body. Later... the girl had encephalitis and was sent to the hospital for a large amount of treatment, so her parents threw the girl away in the hospital alone! His brother robbed like crazy, and was beaten to death in order to raise money... Still could not keep his sister! Before the little girl passed away with a high fever... kissed the only family photo of the whole family..."

Tang Jingqing's voice paused, and her previous cold and thin voice was filled with a hint of hoarseness: "She said, goodbye to brother, goodbye to mother, goodbye to father, no matter how much effort the little girl puts into her death, she could not take the photo out of the girl's hands."

Tang Jingqing stared at Chen Rufeng and asked seriously: "Chen Rufeng... Do you want to be such a chosen son?!"

Chen Rufeng stared at Tang Jingqing, who was climbing with bloodshot in her eyes, and pursed her lips and said nothing.

If Tang Jingqing is said to be outstanding in violin talent and mathematical talent, it must be the genius.

Tang Jingqing stood up and walked towards the blackboard, while speaking: "You want to be the chosen son of God who is like me... in court, but he ends up killing his father. Do you want to be the chosen son?!"

This is why Tang Jingqing hates this hypocritical world, and hates the selfish and pitiful creatures in this world.

Chen Rufeng looked at Tang Jingqing who had put on her headphones, picked up the electronic pen and sat on the ladder, with her lips slightly opened.

For the first time, Chen Rufeng felt that he had just seen Tang Jingqing's messy heart.

He never thought that a genius who lived as freely as Tang Jingqing would have a broken ruin in his heart...

"Chen Rufeng, I actually envy you very much!" Tang Jingqing finished speaking and entered the state of telling the calculation.

I envy Chen Rufeng for not becoming traitorous because of his parents' death.

I envy Chen Rufeng's heartless personality...

I envy Chen Rufeng for having a warm and kind heart.

The electronic pen hits the blackboard... the friction sound is particularly fast.

Chen Rufeng pursed his lips. He never thought that Tang Jingqing would envy him.

·

At one o'clock in the morning, when Tang Jingqing's alarm clock rang, she returned from Chen Zizhou's study to the inner house of Shen's house to take a shower and go to bed.

Just as he was about to go upstairs, Tang Jingqing saw Shen Zizhou sitting on the sofa in the living room.

With a soft night light on the living room, he sat on the single sofa, stretched his long legs, curled up with his legs, and put his arms on the handrail, closing his eyes for a nap.

The soft orange light softened his cold and hard facial features, and his extremely long eyelashes left a faint gloom on his fair skin.

Qin Weishu came out of the kitchen with sobering soup. He saw Tang Jingqing standing at the stairs, holding hands in his sweatshirt pockets, staring at Shen Zizhou, and greeted him with a smile: "Miss Tang..."

"What's wrong with uncle?!" Tang Jingqing asked.

Qin Weishu still looked gentle and said with a smile: "Sir, I'm drunk too much."

Chen Zizhou heard the movement and opened his eyes... he looked at Tang Jingqing lazily.

The corners of the lips seemed to be there or not, and the dark and deep pupils seemed to be looking at Tang Jingqing, but also seemed to be nothing. They looked like fog but not fog, and were indescribably deserted and indifferent, very attractive.

He straightened up, put his elbows on his knees, and hooked his fingers at Tang Jingqing casually. Although he was meticulous in his suit and shirt, he did such a slutty and light-catching gesture. His whole body inadvertently showed his ethereal and noble demeanor, and he was extremely abstinent.

With eyes facing each other, the feeling of palpitations came to Tang Jingqing again.

I had a kind of... I wanted to unbutton his shirt and get a glimpse of the throbbing.

Tang Jingqing raised her foot and walked towards Chen Zizhou, as if she was an instinct.

On the contrary, Qin Weishu, who was originally going to deliver hangover tea to Chen Zizhou, stood upright in place, unable to move, and tried his best to restrain something.

Tang Jingqing stood beside Shen Zizhou and smelled the thin smell of alcohol on Chen Zizhou. She asked, "How much wine did uncle drink?!"

Chen Zizhou looked at Tang Jingqing with his eyes, and there was a tiny soft light in his dark pupils.

"A few questions solved today?!" Chen Zizhou's lips curled up with charming curvature.
Chapter completed!