Chapter 470： dad, i want to pee

The weekend was coming soon, and Chen Wei did her work very well. She called early in the morning and asked Chu Qiao to take someone to Mei Jiuming's house.

"At 2:30 in the afternoon, Mei Jiuming doesn't like to be late, nor does she like to be early. You just need to be there on time, and you don't need to bring gifts. The tuition fee is given to the other party. Mei Jiuming is not for money." Chen Wei smiled. say.

"Then what is he doing? Let me tell you the truth, my husband said that the child's talent is not very good, but her father thinks that his daughter is a genius, and he wants to cultivate it, and the other party is a big customer, so I asked you to help. "

Chu Qiao finds it strange, aren't all artists of high caliber, like the kind of untalented children, what is Mei Jiuming's drawing?

Chen Wei chuckled a few times and said, "You'll know when the time comes. I'll wait for you at the door of Mei's house in the afternoon."

"Okay, see you in the afternoon!"

Chu Qiao became more and more curious. He heard that Chen Wei and Mei Jiuming should have a very good relationship, or else they wouldn't talk about Mei Jiuming.

Anyway, I found out in the afternoon. When the time comes, let's see what kind of person this Mei Jiuming is.

Chu Qiao came back from the beauty shop on purpose. The business is very good these days. There are several customers every day, all of whom come here because of their fame. There are a lot of rich people in this place in Shanghai. I heard about Chu Qiao's After the beauty shop, I want to come and experience it.

It's not expensive to experience it once, about ten yuan a time. For ordinary people, this price is definitely expensive, but for rich wives, the money lost in a round of mahjong is more than ten yuan.

Some wives felt very good after the experience, so they signed up for membership cards, while others did not. Overall, the business of the beauty shop was still booming, and Chu Qiao was very satisfied.

Gu Ye called on the father and daughter of Manager Sun. Manager Sun was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He was so nervous that his forehead was sweating, and his hands and feet were nowhere to be placed. of."

"Brother Sun, don't worry, Master Mei doesn't care about money. People only care about talents. Even if we don't spend a penny, Master Mei likes our daughter's talent." Gu Ye comforted.

"Hey... I just feel a little rude, I'm sorry, I'm too nervous, and my younger brother and sister will laugh."

Manager Sun wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled embarrassedly at Chu Qiao.

"Pity the hearts of the parents in the world. As parents, they do their best to nurture their children and hope that they will become dragons and phoenixes. Mr. Sun, you are a good father." Chu Qiao said sincerely.

She can fully understand Manager Sun's mood. He is indeed a good and conscientious father, but it's a bit impractical, but compared to those scumbag fathers who don't care about children, Manager Sun is definitely a 100% good father.

Chu Qiao's words completely spoke to Manager Sun's heart, but he only felt that Chu Qiao was his bosom friend, and said with emotion: "What my younger brother and sister said is what I think, I just hope that the children can have a future, not for their filial piety, but for hope. They live well on their own, and they are good people, alas!"

Manager Sun's daughter has been silent. She is about seven or eight years old. She is tall and beautiful, but she looks a little introverted, probably because she is too well protected by her parents.

The place where Mei Jiuming met was in a gallery called the Prism Gallery. It was not large in scale, but the environment was very quiet. There were quite a few paintings in the gallery, including Mei Jiuming's own and some other painters, including Chu Qiao. do not know.

But Mei Jiuming is quite good to be able to open a gallery like this in the downtown area of ​​Shanghai, and Manager Sun is even more satisfied.

Chen Wei was waiting at the entrance of the gallery, and when she saw Chu Qiao, she came over. She was wearing a long pink coat today, and she was still the same pair of pearl earrings from the beauty shop last time. Fortunately, she was beautiful and temperamental. The figure is also good, and it is beautiful without the need for jewelry.

"He is my husband Gu Ye, and this is my husband's friend Mr. Sun. This is his daughter." Chu Qiao introduced.

She also introduced Chen Wei, "Master Ouyang's wife, Ms. Chen Wei."

Manager Sun was immediately flattered, bent a little, stretched out two hands, and said respectfully, "Hello Mrs. Ouyang, my surname is Sun, Sun Jiangdu."

"Hello, Mr. Sun."

Chen Wei smiled slightly, shook hands with Manager Sun, and said, "Mr. Mei has arrived, let's go in."

Manager Sun was nervous again, rubbing his hands uneasily, and whispered to his daughter to be discerning, not to be rude, the little girl nodded obediently and looked at the gallery curiously.

The gallery was very quiet and there was no one there. A young man in his early thirties walked out with a small smile on his face. Chu Qiao secretly looked at it. In the same way, this man has a melancholy temperament, even if he is smiling, it will make people feel sorry for him and want to love him well.

All in all, the first impression is very good. At first glance, he is an artist. He is clean, melancholy, and handsome. It all fits.

"Jiuming, they are the friends I said." Chen Wei smiled.

"Welcome, come in and talk, I want to see how the child's aptitude is."

Mei Jiuming's voice was very nice, like a clear spring hitting a cobblestone. It was clear and beautiful. Even if Chu Qiao didn't like this man, he was a bit tempted, but when he turned his head and saw his own man, Chu Qiao immediately calmed down.

Although he is a Hanhan man, he is still good at home.

There is a small courtyard behind the gallery, with stone tables and chairs, and a lot of flowers. It seems that Mei Jiuming usually lives in the gallery. He led people to his reception room. , there are some ink, ink, ink and ink on the table, and there are many paintings and calligraphy works hanging on the wall.

Manager Sun didn't dare to come out. UUkanshu held his daughter tightly, not squinting, for fear of offending Master Mei.

Mei Jiuming's attitude was neither warm nor rude, but he was polite and alienated, which was completely in line with his identity as a master. He smiled at the little girl and asked softly, "What can you paint?"

Manager Sun stabbed hard, and the little girl hurriedly replied, "Yes...can draw sketches, oil paintings, watercolors..."

Mei Jiuming smiled again, and didn't ask any more questions. She took out a pencil and sketch paper from the drawer and handed it to the little girl, "You can choose one of us to draw, and I'll take a look."

"Oh."

The little girl was very nervous and her hands were shaking. Manager Sun was even more anxious than her daughter and whispered in her ear, "Just paint as usual, don't let the master down."

"Dad, my hands are shaking!"

The little girl wanted to cry a little, and felt that her father was talking in his sleep. How could it be the same as at home?

There are not so many strangers at home, and she really wants to pee now.

"Dad, I want to go to the toilet."

The little girl clenched her legs. She had gone to the toilet when she went out. Now she wants to do it again. She didn't want to be so unsatisfactory, but she couldn't help it.

Manager Sun was about to faint from anger. The dead girl who fell off the chain at a critical moment, he didn't dare to look at Mei Jiuming, for fear that the master would dislike her daughter.

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