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Chapter 130 Confession

Hu Xianhong also has a younger sister. He draws with one hand and holds his two-year-old sister's hand with the other, for fear that she will do something wrong.

Since Ji Ning was here, she helped him look after his sister and held her on her lap.

His sister is smaller than Tongtong, but much heavier, like a small gas tank.

He has a round face with chubby cheeks, and looks like a hamster hiding food. He is also very cute, but unlike Tongtong, he is a chatterbox.

"Uncle's paintings are beautiful, and my sister's paintings are beautiful..."

Ji Ning realized that the "uncle" she was talking about was Zhou Jingmo, and the "sister" was herself. Just as her smile reached the back of her ears, she heard the little girl fiddling with her hair and saying, "

My sister’s painting is not good.”

Ji Ning's smile was frozen on her face.

Hu Xianhong was holding a paintbrush and a palette in his hand. He was painting an oil painting and was trying to make up for it. "Mrs. Zhou, it's just a kid's nonsense. Please don't mind it."

Yaya puffed up her cheeks seriously, "Children don't lie."

"Haha..." Ji Ning smiled. It's okay. She's not a fragile person.

At first, I thought it was unnecessary for Hu Xianhong to draw with one hand and hold his sister with the other. What big waves could such a young child cause?

But after a while, Yaya couldn't sit still on her lap anymore. Her personality was completely different from Tongtong's, one liked quietness while the other liked activity.

She started lifting things and staggering around to look at them, like a curious baby who wanted to take a look at everything.

She also wanted to see the fire-making piece.

Ji Ning thought that it was a good thing that Zhou Jingmo was there, and he got the school to agree to let Hu Xianhong take his sister to college, otherwise it would be very dangerous at home.

Hu Xianhong saw what Ji Ning was thinking and wiped his eyes. "Yes, Mr. Zhou is my benefactor. If it weren't for him, my fate would not have changed. My neighbors advised me not to go to college and find a job in a machinery factory. If I couldn't get a job in a machinery factory, I could do odd jobs. But I really only know how to paint, and I firmly believe that only painting can bring a turnaround in my life."

Ji Ning thought about his future, a painting could be sold for tens of millions.

In the future, he should be grateful to himself for persevering. Fortunately, he persevered, can make a living in the industry he loves, and changed his destiny.

Thinking of this, she slapped the scissors out of Yaya's hand and asked, "Then how did you and Zhou Jingmo know each other?"

"It was an art competition. Mr. Zhou had a keen eye for talent and bought my work. He also contacted me through the organizer."

"What art competition is it?"

"Qingmiao Art Competition."

Ji Ning was stunned.

its not right.

The 85 Art New Wave marked an important transition period in Chinese art in the mid-80s. This trend also spread to Yuecheng, but was not yet fully understood and approved by the older generation.

Hu Xianhong once said that the Qingmiao Art Competition was the one that left the deepest impression on him. His paintings were eventually thrown into the garbage dump as waste paper.

It was the biggest setback in his life, so how could it become a turning point in his life?

Zhou Jingmo just happened to come in carrying a few paper bags.

She glanced at him with complicated eyes and then quickly looked away.

Zhou Jingmo’s anti-detection awareness was too strong, and she couldn’t let him find out that she was investigating him.

Hu Xianhong didn't have time to cook lunch, so Zhou Jingmo bought some Four-Happiness Meatballs, Dezhou Braised Chicken, and Kung Pao Chicken, all of which are Hu Xianhong's hometown dishes.

Yaya loves meat dishes.

She eats very quickly and is simply the granddaughter of all those grandparents’ dreams.

But she just didn't like vegetarian food. When she scooped up the Kung Pao Chicken that Zhou Jingmo bought, she unknowingly swallowed all the peas and carrot cubes into her mouth.

Ji Ning secretly gave him a thumbs up, he really has a way with children.

Zhou's father and mother said that when Tongtong made a fuss at night, he would hold him and comfort him better than they did. The fact that Tongtong is so attached to him and likes to hug his thighs is solid evidence.

Children's love is the purest thing. They can tell who truly loves children and treats them well.

He is so good at taking care of children, he will definitely be a good father in the future.

The more Ji Ning thought about it, the more she hoped to give him a child as soon as possible, so that there would be a descendant for the Zhou family.

If she didn't have to study now, she would just do it now and tease him so much that he can't stop, and then take the opportunity to do it to him.

Just wait a little longer, until she is admitted to Central South University.

The two of them had dinner at the Hu family and then left. Grandma Hu was very grateful to them and insisted on giving them a set of mandarin duck quilts that she had embroidered herself.

Although Grandma Hu had poor eyesight, she still stayed up every night to embroider, intending to sell the embroidery to raise money for Hu Xianhong's tuition. Now, out of gratitude, she gave it directly to them.

Walking on the road, I was embraced by his big palm.

Nowadays, few people walk hand in hand, but he held her hand, as if no one was around.

Thinking of what happened just now, Ji Ning glanced sideways, "Zhou Jingmo, I have something to tell you."

"Yeah." The man stopped and looked directly at her, listening to her every word with a serious look in his eyes.

Ji Ning blushed slightly, and poked with her fingers together, "Do you...want a son or a daughter in the future?"

Zhou Jingmo's eyes trembled slightly, "Are you willing to give birth to a child for me?"

Ji Ning was puzzled. "It's normal for two people in love to have a child together."

Zhou Jingmo quickly caught the key words. "Do you like me?"

His black pupils suddenly became exceptionally bright, but why did Ji Ning feel that his eyes were somewhat humble?

He is such a good person, he looks good, has a good career, is emotionally stable, and is good to his wife. Everything is good about him, except that no one knows when he will die and his fate is uncertain. Everything else is a good thing.

How could a man like this not be liked?

Ji Ning retracted her gaze and stared at her toes. "Isn't that normal? If I don't like you, why would I be willing to let you touch me?"

He pulled her shoulders, his chest rising and falling slightly, his breathing uneven, "Can you tell me in person?"

Ji Ning thought about it seriously, it seemed like he was the one confessing every time, but she had never confessed properly. She stared into his eyes, her breathing was light, her voice was also light, but this sentence was heavy as if it jumped out from her chest, "Zhou Jingmo, I like you..."

like it more and more.

It is an uncontrollable liking that expands faster than a balloon.

In the past, she thought that love could be controlled freely, but her reason clearly told her that she could not love too much and could not fall in love with a short-lived person.

But it was too late, she was trapped.

Some are sweet, some are painful.