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Ren ZIya lowered her head, silently sipping the tea in her cup. Looking at the two children running around in circles in front of her, she could not help but feel a pang in her heart.

Xiao Ling's words had hit precisely on her difficulty. She forced a smile out of her mouth. "I will definitely think of a way to let these two children live together."

After saying that, Ren Jiya saw Xiao Ling let out a long sigh.

"Ji Ya, you are such a clever person, why are you so numb to emotions?" Xiao Ling also did not want to play a charade with her. She suddenly stood up and grabbed Ren Jiya's wrist. "As long as you nod your head, all of this is yours."

"You are still young, and you think too simply of everything. With such a complicated family like Gu Yannan, I won't be able to handle it. " Ren Jiya shook her head, forcefully pulling at the corner of her lips.

Xiao Ling had a very strange smile on her face. She leaned close to Ren JIya and stared at her, as if trying to read some emotion from her face. "So, you still have feelings for Gu Ye Nan?"

"…" Ren Jiya opened her mouth, but a series of cell phone rings rang beside her ear.

She quickly took out her phone and looked at the caller ID. Then, she made a silencing gesture towards Xiao Ling.

The call was from Xue Tingxiao. If there was nothing wrong with the gallery, she wouldn't have called Ren Jiya.

"Ya Sis, come quickly to the gallery! You're famous! " Xue Tingxiao could not suppress the excitement in his heart. Even his voice was shaking, the hand holding his phone was just about to throw it out, "It's so early in the morning, and there are a lot of reporters waiting at the gallery waiting to interview you? Where did you run off to? "

Ren Jiya's ears hurt from the commotion over at Xue Tingxiao's side. She hurriedly moved her phone far away from her ear and frowned.

"Ya Sis, that painting of yours is simply a work of the heavens. Yesterday, it was already publicly displayed on the Vancouver Cup organizing committee. Many people were paying attention to it. You are truly worthy of my worship! "

"Really?" Ren Jiya abruptly got up from her chair, her pretty face revealing a trace of excitement, "I'll be there right away. Please take everyone to the auditorium on the third floor first."

"How can the auditorium hold so many people?" Xue Tingxiao was still shouting loudly when a beep beep sound came from the other end of the phone.

Ren Jiya hung up the phone, then informed Xiao Ling and prepared to leave.

At the door, she coincidentally bumped into Aunt Song, who was bringing in fruit. Aunt Song saw that Ren Ya was leaving soon after, so she quickly opened her mouth to ask her to stay.

"Aunt Song, my gallery has some emergencies. I need to go deal with them right now. These two children will get rid of you and be under your care first. It must be hard on you."

Aunt Song smiled and said, "Why are you working so hard? Xiao Han isn't naughty. Besides, Mi Mi has mom, so you don't have to worry."

Ren Jiya was speechless. She had almost forgotten that Xiao Ling was Mimi's mother.

Ren Jiya could only smile and nod as she walked out. When she reached the door, she turned back to look at the two children's figures, feeling mixed emotions.

There had never been a moment like this. Her heart was weak, and the tears in her eyes seemed to flow down in the next moment.

She quickly wiped her cheeks and left the place without looking back.

In the gallery, Xue Tingxiao invited everyone to the auditorium according to Ren Jiya's instructions.

Even though it was called a small auditorium, it was just a small room set up for exhibition purposes. How could it accommodate so many people?

As soon as Ren Jiya walked in, she was surrounded by reporters. She was still not used to the glare of the spotlights, so she quickly raised her head to block them.

Before she could even open her throat, Xue Tingxiao had already stepped onto the chair to the side. She had gotten a megaphone from somewhere and shouted into it, "Everyone, interview everyone in sequence, don't mess with the rules. Although our temple is small, it is also a formal gallery, a place where any painter can create his own. "

A painter?

Ren Jiya couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at Xue Tingxiao. Embarrassed, she supported her forehead and forcefully pulled her down from the high chair, saying in a low voice, "Stop messing around."

"Sister Ya, this is no joke. "Look at this momentum, you're even more powerful than a celebrity. If you don't take this opportunity to properly manage your business, you might not get another chance like this, right?"

"I don't want to run myself."

"Then why are you participating in the competition?"

"What?" "It's just that I like to draw and I want everyone to know the creative intent behind my painting."

"Ugh …" Xue Tingxiao's heart clenched. He had really never seen such an innocent person. To put it bluntly, he was an idiot.

Following that, under Xue Tingxiao's arrangements, Ren Jiya signed a partnership with the president of the Animal Protection Association. She agreed to use her painting as a promotional picture for the association to appear in the media.

When several mainstream media interviews were over, she felt exhausted, her face tense against the camera, unable to smile.

After finally sending away these Buddha who could not be offended, Ren Ji Ya and Xue Tingxiao heaved a sigh of relief.

"Tingxiao, these days you have to keep an eye on the gallery for me. I might be very busy and not come here often." Before she left, Ren Jiya did not forget to remind her.

Xue Tingxiao stood outside the gallery, feeling extremely happy in his heart and almost flew up to the sky, "Don't worry, business has been very good these few days. I'm selling some of your paintings! "

Ren JIya was overjoyed. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Xue Tingxiao fiddling with his fingers and raising his voice, "These are all sky-high prices!"

Hearing this, Ren Ji Ya withdrew her foot that had just stepped out of the gallery. With a frown, she felt a burst of anger from the bottom of her heart. "Tingxiao, you're not allowed to raise the price!"

"What's that?" "Now that you have a higher price, many cultural companies are waiting to sign a contract with you to work with you. This is an opportunity, so why don't you cherish it?"

Xue Tingxiao was neither happy nor angry. His small face looked aggrieved as he stared at Ren Ji Ya's expressionless face. He felt extremely upset in his heart.

Why was it that when she thought of Ren Jiya, she was unwilling and even complained to her?

The gallery's door was heavily pushed open. Gu Yannan, who was dressed in an expensive suit, stood behind Ren Zaiya without any warning. He calmly and icily glanced at Xue Tingxiao, "My woman, do you even need to talk about cooperation with others?"

"Director, Director Gu, when did you arrive?" Xue Tingxiao covered his mouth and kept quiet. The corners of his eyes raised to form a smile as he glanced at Ren Ji Ya.

Ren JIya was also startled by the voice behind her, but when she raised her head and saw Gu Yannan's cold face, she could not help but think of how she had fed Gu Yannan the medicine. She could not help but blush.

Upon seeing Gu Yesannan, Xue Tingxiao recounted the content of his conversation with Ren Jiexi to Gu Yannan.

Gu Yenan quietly listened, his eyes staring unblinkingly at Ren Jiya, not knowing how much he had listened to.

He only had her in his eyes.

"Director Gu, do you think what I said makes sense?" Xue Ting Xiao Yang asked with a high voice.

"If she doesn't want to, then let her be." A trace of love appeared in Gu Ye's eyes as he stared at Ren JIya with a heavy gaze.

Xue Tingxiao obviously noticed that there was something unusual between the two and he hurriedly ran away.

Otherwise, she, this huge light bulb, would probably be frozen to death by Gu Yannan later.