"Have you changed your mind?" Mr. Jiang sat upright.

"That's not." Meng Fu leaned back. She remembered that Mr. Jiang and Jiang Quan had always wanted her to become Yu Yong as her teacher.

Learn to draw.

She thought about it, lowered her head, and replied to President Yan-

[Why did my senior brother give me something again?]

President Yan: [Some gadgets, it’s okay, this thing is just a number for your senior brother.]

Meng Fu looked at President Yan's words, fell into deep thought, and then sighed.

Her senior brother is really respectable.

Jiang Yu was driving the car. He first took Zhao Fan to her residence before driving the car to the Jiang family.

Mr. Jiang wanted to invite Zhao Fan to the Jiang family for dinner. When Zhao Fan heard about the Jiang family, he had a headache. Especially when he saw Jiang Xinran, his heart and lungs were even more painful. He didn't want to go, so he asked Jiang Yu to send her home.

Su Di parted ways with them at the airport. He went back to Meng Fu's rental house and continued to make pastries.

On the other end of the phone, President Yan didn’t care about the gift He Xiyuan gave.

There is only one junior sister like Meng Fu in the entire master's sect. Who would He Xiyuan give her these things?

"President, when will your course be opened in the General Association?" Outside the door, someone knocked on President Yan's door.

President Yan put down his phone and thought for a while, "It is tentatively scheduled to be eight o'clock in the evening, and the quota for the rematch just came out."

During this period, Meng Fu would practice brushwork for him every day.

Her painting skills are becoming more and more obvious.

President Yan originally thought that his eldest disciple He Xiyuan was extremely rare, but Meng Fu was not bad either. His temper was about his appetite in all aspects, and the most important thing was a female disciple.

As soon as he was happy, he began to prepare to give a lecture to T City Painting Association.

The senior executives of the Beijing Federation of China Associations are extremely rare in the Beijing Federation of China, let alone in the T-City Painting Association branch. As soon as this news came out, not to mention the T-City Painting Association, even people from the next province and city rushed over just to listen to President Yan’s class.

**

Half an hour later, the car arrived at Jiang's house.

Mr. Jiang had discussed time with Su Cheng before. He originally wanted to hold a banquet for Meng Fu throughout Sunday, and Meng Fu also had a variety show at that time.

He just didn't expect that Meng Fu would disagree.

Mr. Jiang was a little frustrated.

Jiang’s family, Jiang Quan is not here. Recently, Jiang Quan has been very busy with financing, and only Yu Zhenling is at home.

Seeing Mr. Jiang and Meng Fu back outside, Yu Zhenling was stunned for a moment, then stood up, very restrained: "Dad."

After saying that, he turned to Meng Fu again, a little embarrassed, "Fu'er, why are you back today?"

"The banquet is not big yet. I'll invite Ms. Yang to dinner at home tonight. She finally agreed to come here." Mr. Jiang replied for Meng Fu. He turned to Yu Zhenling, "I'll inform Xinran that she hasn't been back to see her mother in the past two years, so I'll let her come back today."

When Mr. Jiang said the first half, Yu Zhenling was still wondering who Ms. Yang was.

After hearing the second half of the sentence, Yu Zhenling reacted—

He is talking about poplar flowers.

Jiang Xinran's biological mother.

When Yu Zhenling heard this, she forgot about Meng Fu and felt a little bored. She responded absent-mindedly.

She has always been very resistant to Yang Hua, after all, she is Jiang Xinran's biological mother.

I wonder if Jiang Xinran will lean towards Poplar Flower after the appearance of Poplar Flower.

After learning about Yanghua, the old man from Jiangquanjiang and Yu Zhenling all went to Wanmin Village. The place was full of Niba Road and there was nothing in the village. If you wanted to buy a bottle of water, you had to drive to the town.

In the past two years, she has been avoiding Jiang Xinran from encountering Yanghua. Following her plan, Jiang Xinran did not mention Yanghua or return to Wanmin Village.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang wanted to take Yanghua over today.

Yu Zhenling subconsciously grabbed the bag, unconsciously threw her hair aside, and pursed her lips, "Dad, then I'll go find my brother and the others."

Yu Zhenling was leaving, but Mr. Jiang didn't say anything.

He just told Jiang Yu, "I'll make a good arrangement at home, I'll draw up the menu. I'll notify Jiang Quan later, and the people from the board of directors, to come to the house for dinner tonight."

"Okay, old man." Jiang Yu smiled.

He has been following Jiang Quan, probably knowing why the old man is so serious.

Since Meng Fu and Jiang Xinran found out that the matter of being wrong with each other, Mr. Jiang wanted to invite Yang Hua to T City, but Yang Hua was like growing up in Wanmin Village and didn't agree to come.

At that time, Meng Fu was unwilling to go back and just stood in a stalemate.

After more than two years, Yang Hua finally agreed to come to T City. She has raised Meng Fu for so many years, so the Jiang family is naturally very grateful to her.

**

Yu Jia.

When Yu Zhenling arrived, Yu Yong was not there. She called and found out that Yu Yong was in the Painting Association.

She hurried over to the Painting Association again.

As the vice president of the Painting Association, Yu Yong was in the office and was busy with the evening speech.

"What are you looking for me?" Yu Yong put down what he had in his hand and let her come in.

"Are you very busy today?" Yu Zhenling didn't answer, but just looked outside, surprised: "I just met many senior executives on the road, and many cars were parked at the door."

As Yu Yong's sister, Yu Zhenling often comes to the Painting Association and knows many senior executives of the Painting Association.

In the past, the Painting Association had a high threshold, and all those who came in were student members.

The first time she saw the Art Association so lively.

"Well, the president should have a speech today," Yu Yongye just got the news, "Many people have come back today, and the other two vice presidents who went to other places have also come back for a trip."

"President's speech?" Yu Zhenling was stunned, "Is it President Yan?"

Her talent in Chinese painting is not as good as Jiang Xinran. Although she has not joined the Painting Association, she is also a person in the art circle and is very familiar with the Painting Association. Naturally, she knows that President Yan is a senior executive of the Beijing Painting Association.

The Beijing Painting Association is also a dominant existence in the capital.

The Yu family hopes that someone can be admitted to the Beijing Painting Association. Not to mention that the Yu family can move to the Beijing City in the future, even if they are sent to T City, they will at least be the position of vice president like Yu Yong.

"It's him. Not to mention T City today, even the Beijing Painting Association was shocked." Yu Yongzheng's expression.

President Yan, he is one of the three giants in the Beijing Painting Association. Yu Yong has been in the Beijing Painting Association. Others don’t know it, but he knows President Yan’s status in the entire Beijing circle.

Especially President Yan and an apprentice who almost no one else dares to mention...

However, Yu Yong naturally did not reach this circle and did not know who President Yan's amazing apprentice was.

President Yan is a master of Chinese painting, but he has a weird personality and is not short of money. He never starts classes. He only publishes one painting a year, most of which are donated to the Beijing Painting Association Library, and a small part is flowed to the auction hall. The highest map of the country was sold at a price of 70 million yuan.

This value alone is something that no one in the entire painting association can achieve.

The disciples who wanted to worship him as their master could be ranked from the capital to the Federation, and even Yu Yong was no exception. Unfortunately, not to mention accepting disciples, President Yan didn't even want to take a class.

Now he is willing to start classes in T City. It’s just a small scene. Only in the evening can he know what the gathering of literary masters is.

Speaking of this, Yu Yong continued to look at Yu Zhenling and remembered the serious matter: "Why are you so anxious to find me?"

Yu Zhenling was still thinking about President Yan.

Hearing this, he frowned slightly: "The old man took the family from Wanmin Village today and was preparing to have a meal at the Jiang family tonight. I'm here to ask you to have dinner at the Jiang family."

Seeing that Yu Yong hadn't remembered, Yu Zhenling reminded, "Just Meng Fu's adoptive mother, Yang Hua."

"They?" Yu Yong was surprised, "Why did you take it today? Didn't the old man say that he would hold a meeting on the weekend?"

"Meng Fu has something to do on the weekend and wants to go out to film." Yu Zhenling was unwilling to mention Meng Fu's incident.

"Just Yang Hua? Did the old man invite anyone else?" Yu Yongzheng looked.

Before Yu Zhenling came, she also asked a few questions. Upon hearing this, she shook her head: "He said it was a family banquet, Yang Hua, and Meng Fu's cousin, that orphan."

In recent times, Yu Yong also had the intention of restoring his relationship with Meng Fu.

If it were on weekdays, Yu Yong would have gone.

But today...

The old man had not invited anyone from other families, just Yang Hua and that cousin, an orphan and widowed mother.

not worth.

"The president finally came here," Yu Yong shook his head, "I won't go. I'll visit you tomorrow. By the way, you can tell Xinran about this. She must not go back tonight. I'll find a way to let her meet President Yan."

Yu Yongnv asked President Yan to accept Jiang Xinran as his disciple, but if he could get President Yan's tips, it would be Jiang Xinran's fortune.

Yu Zhenling touched her phone with her hands and pursed her lips, "Okay, I'll talk to Xinran."

No. 1 Middle School, Jiang Xinran is still in class.

When Yu Zhenling called her, she did not receive it. When she was having lunch break, she took her cell phone and replied to Yu Zhenling, "Mom?"
To be continued...