Chapter 1389

Red haired girls feel more humiliated than ever before!

But the facial expressions of the three people standing opposite each other are more innocent. It seems that they really don't know her name!

Damn it!

"You don't even know who we are?" The girl next to said immediately, the expression on her face was indignant.

"Sorry, I don't know." Pei Qingle's expressionless reply.

The red haired girl raised her hand and forced herself to calm down. She yelled in a cold voice: "forget it, they are so ignorant. Why should we have a quarrel with her and them. Count my mistake. I'll introduce myself first. My name is Zhao Wenjing. "

As soon as he said this, the girl on the side immediately agreed: "we are gentle and quiet, but Mr. Liang's close disciple! Do you see those ink paintings hanging on the wall? All works of Wenjing this year! Her paintings are well-known at home and abroad, and how can you be compared with them? "

Zhao Wenjing was very satisfied with this. She raised her noble head and tilted her eyes downward, waiting for panic and fear to appear on her face.

However, the woman who just appeared picked her eyebrows: "Oh, so?"

Zhao Wenjing didn't get the expected popularity, and his face immediately became embarrassed and stiff.

"So, Anle must apologize to me! As her predecessor, all the people present have seen with their own eyes what kind of attitude she has towards me Zhao Wen said quietly.

White teacher showed a light smile, the corner of the mouth gently hook up: "so it is."

"That's right, so you'd better persuade her to apologize to me!" Zhao Wenjing still put forward his noble attitude.

Mr. Bai turned around and pretended to be angry. His voice was not very loud, but it was clear enough for the people present to listen: "Xiaole, you are really. I will blame you for this."

Zhao Wenjing listened to this tone, immediately showed disdain smile, see, to the end is not to apologize to her.

"Didn't I tell you when you were a kid? Don't talk so much to the trash. What tarnishes is your IQ, you know? By the way, you don't forget what I told you is rubbish, right? Come on, repeat it. "

White teacher slowly finish saying, see Pei Qingle immediately said: "waste refers to that you have no ability, every day you want to rely on others to shine, hide behind others, use other people's fame, but still complacent, feel extremely powerful, I remember right?"

"Good, good memory!" White teacher smile in Pei Qingle's face pinched, to show encouragement.

Liao Meixing couldn't help laughing, especially after seeing Zhao Wenjing's pigliver face, the smile became more and more unbearable.

"You! You! What are you? Why are you criticizing me here? " Zhao Wenjing's whole body trembled and her brain was in a mess. Stimulated by Liao Meixing's laughter, she felt that she had been insulted in public!

Mr. Bai shrugged: "I am Xiaole's teacher, that is, the person who called her to learn painting since childhood."

Zhao Wenjing, who was stimulated, could not say anything at all. At this moment, she seemed to grasp the handle and said in a loud voice, "who do I think it is? Is your teacher Anle? Sure enough, it's a nest! Even no quality is the same! It's no wonder that you are such a good teacher, because you are a good teacher

"Oh, who is your teacher?" Mr. Bai touched his chin and didn't seem to care about the irony just now.

The master of Zhao wending was once again a teacher! How can a man like you compare with him?! I advise you to apologize to me and get out of here immediately. Otherwise, you will lose face if you are driven out by the security

"Do I have to apologize, too?" Asked Miss Bai.

"Yes Zhao Wenjing nodded decisively.

"I'm going to leave if I don't apologize?" Teacher Bai asked again slowly.

Zhao Wenjing said coldly, "yes!"

Pei Qingle frowned, she had no interest in this Zhao Wenjing, has been standing here is just the other side in the mischief.

And now reunite with the teacher, she just want to go home and ask each other what they are doing in the past few years and how they have disappeared for so long.

However, the situation in front of her made her a little embarrassed. Zhao Wenjing didn't want to give up. However, when others arrived later, the other party could not point out what they would say. With so many people standing here, Pei Qingle didn't think they could help herself.

When the time comes, if let the white teacher to follow oneself to be wronged together, how does she in the mind lead the mind to go?

"But we don't want to apologize to the trash."

Not waiting for Pei Qingle to find a good way to get away, but teacher Bai again opened his mouth again, this is obviously running to stimulate Zhao Wen to go now.

Sure enough, Zhao Wenjing was as mad as a madman, holding his fists tightly, even his eyes turned scarlet.

Pei Qingle:...

as a teacher, not only her appearance has not changed, but her temper and character are no different from those of more than 20 years ago.At this time, a lot of people suddenly appeared in the exhibition hall, and the one standing in front of them said loudly, "what's the matter? What's all this about? "

Liao Meixing saw Si Chenyi at a glance. The other party raised her hand gently to indicate that he was coming. Liao Meixing was relieved and said in a low voice, "Chen Yi is coming, too. He should handle it well."

But obviously, they all underestimated Zhao Wenjing's shameless degree.

"Teacher! I've been bullied here! " After seeing one of them, Zhao Wenjing immediately ran to the other party in tears, crying wrongly like a Jiaohua who had suffered setbacks outside.

Pei Qingle looked at the man. He was already older. He looked like he was 50 or 60 years old. He looked like a fairy. At this time, he was wearing a Chinese style robe.

It should be master Liang Peiliang in Zhao Wenjing's mouth.

The master should be very doting on his apprentice. Seeing Zhao Wenjing crying, he immediately comforted him: "what's the matter? Don't cry, you tell the teacher, who bullied you? The teacher is in charge of you

Zhao Wenjing cried, but she did not affect the scene of her random fabrication: "that is the Anle, I just used to say a few words with Meixing, she not only refuted me in public, ridiculed me, but also called me a waste. Teacher, I've been with you for so long. When have I been wronged! But what about her? She didn't pay any attention to my elder. There were insults everywhere in her tone. How can we allow such people to appear in the painting world! "

Her cry, as if she had been wronged, resounded through the exhibition hall.