Reborn Girl: Prince Charming's Hot Wife

Gong Suhe put away the painting paper and looked at Zhai Xingchen outside the window. She found that he was still reading and seemed to be very engrossed.    

She turned her head to look at Little Yan and found that the color of the little girl's painting was very bright and quick. It was a very happy look after getting rid of the illness.    

The painting shop here also provided the customer with the service of painting. If they took a fancy to any customer, they would even spend money to buy it.    

When they saw the young man Gong Suhe drew, the staff could not help but be a little surprised. He smiled and said: "Little Missy, are you willing to sell our paintings to us?"    

Gong Suhe shook her head. "No, I will give it to someone else."    

The other party was slightly regretful. "Oh, okay. But Little Missy's paintings are really good!"    

Gong Suhe smiled, "Thank you for the compliment."    

She picked up the pen and wrote down today's date at the bottom right corner. Then, she flipped to the back of the painting and wrote down. A sentence - "I heard that you won the first place in the mathematics competition. You are very good. You can do it in the future!"    

After she finished writing, Gong Suhe lifted the painting and handed it to the staff. "Can you help to give it to the boy who is reading on the other side in a while?"    

The staff member then looked over and immediately understood. "The one you drew is him, right?"    

Gong Suhe nodded. "It's confidential. Don't tell who gave it to you."    

"Okay, okay!"    

The staff smiled and nodded.    

When Gong Suhe and Little Yan went downstairs together, Little Yan asked, "Sister Suhe, why didn't you let that brother know?"    

Gong Suhe said, "He was my former classmate and had already transferred to another school. I also inadvertently knew that his grades had improved.    

I didn't know that his classmate was unfriendly to his friend, so I gave him an anonymous painting to make him think that it was his classmate who gave it to him. "    

Xiao Yan seemed to understand, "Oh, what would happen if his classmate gave it to him?"    

"He might be able to feel the kindness of the people around him and be more cheerful."    

Gong Suhe said.    

Zhai Xingchen had been very quiet in the class. Gong Suhe knew that there were people in the class who were not very good. For example, Han Wei, but there were also good students.    

However, Zhai Xingchen had completely sealed himself off. He rejected the malicious intent, and at the same time, he also lost the opportunity to obtain good intentions.    

She and Xiao Yan went downstairs together and took a car home.    

At the same time, the staff took the painting and came before Zhai Xingchen.    

"Classmate?"    

She called out to Zhai Xingchen.    

Di Xingchen looked up, his eyes cold.    

The staff member was stunned. He felt that the young man in the painting had a gentle look in his eyes, as if he was different from the young man in front of him.    

Thus, she said, "I'm a painting worker, right? "This painting... Your classmate asked me to pass it to you."    

Zhai Xingchen frowned and said in a cold voice. "There's no need."    

The staff saw that he was about to leave, so he opened the painting. "Look, she drew you!"    

Zhai Xingchen looked up indifferently. When his gaze landed on the painting, he was completely stunned.    

It was indeed him, and it was vivid and lifelike. It was the appearance of him reading a book just now.    

However, in the picture, there was a window made of wood frame. The painter's gaze was looking in through the window.    

In the window, the youth was sitting by the window. The window frame blocked the lower half of his body, only revealing his sweater and the biological book in his hand.    

He lowered his head to read the book, his expression calm and serious.    

As for the entire painting, due to the window blocking his view, he could not see the wheelchair under him, as if he was also a normal person.    

Zhai Xingchen looked at the painting. He suddenly felt touched.    

He looked up and asked, "Who drew it?"    

The staff member smiled coyly. "She already left. She didn't want me to tell her.    

But I think it should be your classmate! "