Chapter 431 Left Alone

"..." Tong Huaer came back to his senses and suppressed all the bitterness in his heart. He looked up at Duosuo, a little amused and sad, and said," no, today is the 17th. He has to go home every month on this day.

"Are you unhappy because you quarreled with him about this?" Duosuo took the words and looked at her teasingly.

"No." Tong Huaer shook his head and looked at something with a faint look. He smiled and said, "It's because I know something. I used to think my painting was valuable, but then I found out that he actually bought it."

Naturally, Tong Huaer would not tell Duosuo what she saw in the president's office, but it was not the only thing that upset her.

Zong Beili secretly asked someone to buy her painting, and Lu Yan openly bid, so that means that no one really looked at her painting that day.

"What a fool!"

Duosuo suddenly shook his head with emotion. Tong Huaer was shocked and looked at him suspiciously. Duosuo continued, "Since you have already bought your painting, why don't you hide it more tightly? It's really useless!"

Tong Huaer: ..."

She knew that Duosuo had a strange personality like an old child, but she did not expect him to play cards so unconventionally. She knew that no one would buy her painting, and yet she could say so.

"Little disciple, come and sit down."

Seeing that tong Huaer was looking down and unhappy, Duosuo patted the chair beside him.

"... Tong Huaer looked at him and walked over to sit down.

"Do you know when I sold my first painting?" Duosuo looked at her with a smile on his old face. Tong Huaer was stunned and shook his head gently.

"Twenty years ago." Duosuo said in an indifferent tone.

Tong Huaer calculated and looked at him in surprise, "Twenty years ago?"

According to Duosuo's current age, twenty years ago, he was already very old!

"Well, to be exact, twenty-two years ago, I used to think that my painting would only become famous if I waited to die. It seems that things are much better now, isn't it?"

Duosuo teased.

"... Tong Huaer smiled.

Duosuo sighed and said, "When I was young, I was very similar to you. I always hoped that my paintings could be sold and sold at a high price. That would be a painter. But then I realized that it wasn't right.

Little disciple, the meaning of a painter is: what do you think of your painting? Only when you calm down will you succeed. "

When he became famous, people only cared about his current glory and deliberately ignored his disgraceful manager. For the first time, Tong Huaer heard Duosuo talk about his past and was curious and confused about what he realized.

"I was wrong. I was too eager." Tong Huaer lowered his head and smiled.

In fact, during his time with Duosuo, he watched him draw every day, and Tong Huaer realized that there was more to the gap between himself and Duosuo.

"You still need time to experience the common ailments of young people." Duosuo raised his eyebrows and smiled, sighed, and got up to walk towards the villa. A somewhat depressed voice came over, "To tell you secretly, my first painting was also bought by my former girlfriend."

"Ah?" Tong Huaer looked up at him in surprise.

"She was a very rich woman. When I was young, my obsession with painting failed her. Later on, she might feel sorry for me, or maybe she wanted to get back at me, so she bought one of my paintings at a sky-high price." A memory flashed in Duosuo's eyes and he shook his head and said to himself, "What a wicked capitalist."

"...

As she mumbled something, she walked into the room. Tong Huaer looked at his back in a daze and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

Teacher Duosuo must be very depressed. He waited half his life to sell a painting and was actually bought by his ex-girlfriend.

Although she was not as capable as Duosuo, the experience was somewhat similar.

For some reason, after chatting with Duosuo for a while, Tong Huaer felt much better and looked around at the lush bushes with his lips hooked.

"By the way, little disciple." Duosuo's voice suddenly came again. Tong Huaer turned to look at him and saw Duosuo standing at the door, "It's common for that boy to have a bad temper. If he makes you angry, go find a boyfriend and piss him off!"

"...

Tong Huaer was in a daze and couldn't laugh or cry.

Is Duosuo really Zong Beili's teacher? To give her such advice.

And she went to find a boyfriend...

I'm afraid Zong Beili hasn't died of anger yet. She must be beaten to death by him first. "Only the state officials set fire, not the common people light the lamps." That means someone like zong beili.

"Little apprentice, come in and help cook!"

Duosuo shouted in the room.

"Coming."

Tong Huaer regained his senses and got up to walk into the room.

On the other side, the zong family president's office.

Tong Huaer didn't show up until after work in the afternoon.

"Young master Zong, the car is ready." Ye Shen walked in quickly and said respectfully.

Zongbei closed the document expressionlessly and got up to walk towards the door. Liu guan immediately followed him and took the initiative to put his arm around him.

Walking out of the president's office, zongbei continued to walk towards the elevator with long legs. After a few steps, he suddenly stopped, "What's the smell?"

"Hmm?" Ye Shen frowned and said doubtfully, "Young master Zong, I don't smell anything."

"Neither am I, Beili. Did you smell it wrong?" Liu Fei said softly.

Zong Beili frowned unhappily, turned his head and glanced at the trash can not far away. "What's in there?" He said coldly."

Ye Shen turned his head to take a look and immediately walked over to open the trash can. The sweet smell in the air was even stronger.

"Young master Zong, it's a cake." Ye Shen replied.

"It's just cake. I thought there was something strange about it. Beili, let's go." Liu Fei said.

Zong Beili didn't even move. His dark eyes narrowed as he stared at the trash can. His deep voice was a little tense, "Go and find out who bought the cake today."

"Yes." Ye Shen didn't dare to ask any more questions and immediately took out his cell phone to make a call.

On this floor, except for Zong Beili's office, only the secretaries usually walked around. Ye Shen asked around, and no one in the secretaries had ever bought a cake.

But...

"Young master Zong, someone saw Miss Tong come in today with a box in his hand." Ye Shen came over and whispered in Zong Beili's ear.

It was over. The pastries Miss Tong brought were thrown into the trash can. Miss Liufei spent an afternoon in the president's office, and anyone with a good eye could imagine what was going on.

Naturally, Zong Beili could guess that the little thing had seen Liu Fei, so he left alone again!

"Beili, what's wrong with you? Let's go, uncle and aunt are still waiting for us."

Liu Fei did not hear what Ye Shen said and said softly.

Zong Beili frowned, pursed his lips and turned to walk towards the elevator.