Daddy, Here Is Mommy

1Yuwen Qingge's brush stopped at the tip of her brush as she drew a line on the paper.    2

    

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Qian Jingchuan, who was sitting opposite to him.    

    

"Senior Jing Chuan …"    

    

"Hello."    

    

Qian Jingchuan put down his backpack and said calmly.    

    

"Senior, you just said …. Is there a problem with this way of inlay? "    

    

Yuwen Qingge looked at him with an inexplicable sense of nervousness in her heart. He didn't know if it was because he was a substitute.    

    

This senior of hers, who was three years taller than her, always carried with him the dignity of a teacher.    

    

"If my guess is not wrong, you have chosen a very rare Weihai pearl."    

    

Qian Jingchuan took out the book and notebook he had prepared to read from his school bag and then lowered his eyes to look at the drawing in front of Yuwen Qingge.    

    

"Yes, that's right."    

    

Yuwen Qingge nodded.    

    

"What's the diameter?"    

    

Qian Jingchuan coldly asked.    

    

"12 centimeters."    

    

"This size is a bit small for a pendant."    

    

"Yeah, I know."    

    

Yuwen Qingge blushed slightly.    

    

Although she was the noble eldest miss of Yuwen Family, she was born dressed in fine clothes and was born to eat. But this was her birthday present for her mother, Du Kou. She didn't want to ask for money from her family. All these years, she had been doing a lot of public service. Therefore, the amount of money that was saved was not much.    

    

"Try using the claw."    

    

Qian Jingchuan didn't explain too much. With that, he withdrew his gaze, opened the ancient book, and took out the carved bookmark.    

    

"Claw?"    

    

Yuwen Qingge blinked her eyes and suddenly reacted.    

    

"Yes. This way, not only will we not have to make a hole in the pearl, but we can also make the pearl look bigger. "    

    

As she spoke, she raised her voice. Her tone was somewhat agitated.    

    

"Senior, you're too amazing."    

    

In the quiet and quiet library, this voice seemed somewhat out of place.    

    

Quite a number of gazes swept over to them.    

    

"I'm sorry..."    

    

Yuwen Qingge quickly put her hands together and quietly apologized.    

    

Probably because she was sitting with Qian Jingchuan, many girls couldn't help but look at her a little more.    

    

Yuwen Qingge pursed her lips and smiled embarrassedly. He turned around and glanced at Qian Jingchuan.    

    

He had already opened the ancient book and was earnestly studying it.    

    

Seeing this, Yuwen Qingge didn't ask any further questions. She took out a new piece of paper and started redesigning it.    

    

Very quickly, the sound of 'Sha' rang in Qian Jingchuan's ears.    

    

He inadvertently raised his eyes to take a look.    

    

The girl in front of him lowered her head. The hand holding the brush was very slender, and her wrist was white. His long hair was tied in half. As the sunlight shone down, her elegant face became even more charming. Her cheeks were suffused with a pink glow, and her fine fur was faintly discernible.    

    

The prime of youth, was precisely the best time.    

    

This kind of girl was indeed worthy of being the newly elected school beauty of the Sacred Land's Asian Academy of Arts. No matter if it was appearance, body, or temperament, they deserved their reputation.    

    

However, why did Gu Yunxiao reject such an outstanding girl?    

    

Thinking of this, Qian Jingchuan's heart suddenly tightened. He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the brush.    

    

A strand of hair fell down, blocking Yuwen Qingge's view. She had no choice but to stop what she was doing and brush her hair.    

    

Qian Jingchuan's dark blue eyes couldn't help but narrow as his heart raced.    

    

If it could be photographed, he would definitely record this scene and send it to Gu Yunxiao.    

    

Yuwen Qingge seemed to have noticed that the young man was looking at her, and she raised her head to look over.    

    

Qian Jingchuan's pupils shrank again. He pursed his lips and lowered his head.    

    

Upon seeing this, the corner of Yuwen Qingge's mouth half curved into a faint smile.    

    

Two hours later.    

    

Qian Jingchuan's cell phone vibrated.    

    

He lowered his head and took a look, and then kept the ancient book and notebook on the table.    

    

Coincidentally, Yuwen Qingge had also finished her design.    

    

"Senior, are you leaving?"    

    

"Yes."    

    

Qian Jingchuan pursed his lips and nodded.    

    

"Senior, can you help me take another look?"    

    

Yuwen Qingge hesitated for a moment before raising her head and whispering.