Chapter 196

Gu Xiaoai buried his head in painting. When he heard this, he couldn't help laughing. "I know a little about piano, too. I learned it when I was a child."

"Ah?" Tong's mother was shocked again, "is Miss Gu's family in good condition? Which family's daughter? How could... "

In the middle of the conversation, Tong's mother stopped and nervously looked around, with obvious wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Gu Xiaoai's sketching hand.

She knew what Tong Ma wanted to say, what kind of celebrity she was, and how she could be a love woman of Li Jue Feng.

No one in the upper class will hurt themselves

But she's not gold. She's nothing.

Gu Xiaoai's face darkened and looked at his sketch. He didn't practice it for a long time. Even a simple sketch was out of shape.

Like herself, she has not been a daughter for a long time. She has lost her temperament.

Tong's mother knew that she had made a slip of the tongue, so she quickly said, "I'm sorry, Miss Gu. I'm just talking like this. In fact, it doesn't matter whether my family is rich or not. In front of the Li family, those high-class celebrities are just like wild cats and dogs on the roadside..."

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Gu Xiaoai was in a bad mood, but he was happy to hear this.

The Li family is very powerful, and no one dares to provoke him in Europe. As a young master of the Li family, Li juefeng is arrogant and domineering, which is very natural in the eyes of many people.

"Tong Ma, you are so sharp." Gu Xiaoai said with a smile.

"But Mr. Li is different from the Li family..."

"It's been too long. It's not good." Gu Xiaoai will draw a good sketch to her, "different what?"

Is Mr. Li different from the Li family?

Li Jue Feng is the arrogant young master cultivated by the Li family.

"Nothing, nothing..." Tong Ma shook her head, didn't go on, just took the sketch from her hand.

The middle-aged woman in the picture is simple, honest, kind and amiable. Her eyes are bright and bright. The fine wrinkles outline the three-dimensional vicissitudes. It has a sense of precipitation after years

Looking at the sketch, Tong Ma stayed for a long time, then praised it again and again, "it's really me... It's really spiritual“

Is the painting really spiritual?

Is that a compliment? It sounds so strange.

"Just like it." Gu Xiaoai reluctantly smiles and leaves with the painting tools in his arms.

A fragrance from the direction of the restaurant, good strong good taste.

Gu Xiaoai was so excited that he ran in quickly