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Yu Wen Qingge's pen tip, a heavy brush on the painting paper.

Suddenly raised eyes, looking at sitting in front of their own qianjingchuan.

"Master Jingchuan..."

"Hello."

Qian Jingchuan put down his backpack in a flat tone.

"Schoolmaster, you just said What's wrong with this inlay? "

Yuwen Qingge looks at him, in the heart always has an inexplicable sense of tension. I don't know if it's the reason why he used to be a substitute.

This senior, who is three years senior to her, always carries the dignity of a teacher.

"If I'm not mistaken, you chose the rare pearl of Weihai."

Qian Jingchuan takes out the books and notebooks from his schoolbag and looks down at the painting in front of Yuwen Qingge.

"Well, that's right."

Yuwen Qingge nodded.

"What's the diameter?"

Qian Jingchuan asked coldly.

"12 cm."

"This size is a little too small for a pendant."

"Well, I know."

Yu Wen Qingge's ear is slightly red.

Although she is the first lady of Yuwen family, she was born with rich clothes and rich food. But it was a birthday present for her mother, ducome. She didn't want to ask for money from her family. Over the years, she has done a lot of public welfare. So, not a lot of money has been saved.

"Try claw inlay instead."

Qian Jingchuan did not explain too much. Then he took back his eyes, opened the ancient books, and took away the carved bookmark.

"Claw set?"

Yu Wen Qingge's long eyelashes blinked and reacted abruptly.

"Yes. In this way, you don't have to punch holes in the pearls, but you can make them look bigger

As she spoke, she raised her voice, a little excited.

"Schoolmaster, you are so good."

In the quiet and silent library, the sound seems a little abrupt.

Many people's eyes swept towards them.

"I'm sorry..."

Yu Wen Qingge quickly put his hands together and apologized in a low voice.

Probably because she was sitting with Qian Jingchuan, many girls couldn't help looking at her more.

Yu Wen Qingge gently pulls the lip horn, embarrassed to smile. Looking back, I took a look at qianjingchuan.

He has opened the ancient books and is seriously reviewing them.

Yuwen Qingge see the situation, it is not good to ask what more, take out a new painting paper, redesign.

Soon, the sound of "Shasha" sounded in qianjingchuan's ear.

He took a casual look.

The girl on the opposite side lowered her head, her hand holding the brush was very thin and her wrist was white. His long hair was half tied. The sunlight projected over, that beautiful face became more and more delicate, the cheek was suffused with pink, and the tiny villi were faintly visible.

Youth is the best time.

Such a girl deserves to be the newly elected flower of the San Diego Academy of art. No matter the appearance or the figure, as well as the temperament, are worthy of the name.

Just, why should Gu Yunxiao refuse such an excellent girl?

At the thought of this, qianjingchuan's heart suddenly pulled for a moment, and the hand holding the pen became tight.

Yuwen had to cover her hair for a while, and her eyes fell.

The blue eyes of qianjingchuan couldn't help shrinking slightly, and the heart lake rippled for a moment.

If he could take pictures, he would take this scene and send it to Gu Yunxiao.

Yuwen Qingge seems to notice that the other party is looking at her, and looks up at the past.

Qian Jingchuan's pupils shrink again, pursed his lips and lowered his head.

Yu Wen Qingge see the situation, half curved lip, shallow smile.

Two hours later.

Qianjingchuan's mobile phone vibrated.

He looked down and put away the ancient books and notebooks on the table.

Just in time, Yuwen Qingge also completed the design draft.

"Schoolmaster, are you going

"Well."

Qianjingchuan gently pursed his lips and nodded.

"Schoolmaster, can you help me look at it again?"

Yu Wen Qingge hesitated for a moment, raised his head and opened his mouth in a low voice.

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