Wen Xia looked at Tang Xueshan, frowned slightly and shook her head.

"You're wrong."

"What's the meaning?"

Tang Xueshan didn't understand and looked at her in confusion. She smiled at the corner of her mouth and explained to him softly.

"Master Margo did not deliberately refuse to accept you. She once told me that you are the best talented student she has ever seen, but she cannot teach you because you have to be a self-contained person. Her teaching will only make you take detours and not achieve better results."

Speaking of this, Wen Xia's eyes were a little blurred.

She settled in Paris and wanted Master Margo to guide her in designing. Master Margo refused to accept others as a disciple, which tested her for two years.

It was also those two years that she knew a lot.

Master Margo is a very persistent old man with a quirky personality, but her stubbornness in design cannot be shaken by anyone or blasphemous.

When Tang Xueshan went to find her to become a disciple, she could see at a glance that Tang Xueshan had his basic skills and basic direction. When she taught him, she would confuse her knowledge with him, so that he could not save it.

But warm summer is different.

"When I went there, it was a blank piece of paper. Master Margo could teach me and lead me into the door. The rest depends on myself. So although she taught me for three years, she has actually taught me everything she could teach me, and I am very grateful to her."

"Three years."

Tang Xueshan repeated her words low and looked at her with some confusion: "Don't you regret it? That's Master Margo. Even if you learn her works, you can reach a sufficient height."

“So what?”

Wen Xia frowned slightly and said lightly: "Tang Xueshan, you have to remember that if you just learn from someone, you will never be able to surpass her."

Beyond.

Tang Xueshan's eyes suddenly froze.

He understands.

Both of them are dedicated to learning design, and Wen Xia's words have opened a new door for him. Without Wen Xia's words, he will understand what Wen Xia means.

"Thank you."

Tang Xueshan breathed a sigh of relief, his face became more natural, and his eyes became brighter and clearer.

In the past, he never thought of surpassing Master Marg. He only knew how to imitate her style and design, so that he could have his own place in the design industry in Beijing and also had enough fame.

But Wen Xia's words made him find a new goal.

Beyond Master Marg!

Seeing that his spirit had changed, Wen Xia knew that he had listened to her and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

Just understand.

Ten minutes later, the results of the competition came out. Everyone agreed that the work on the left was more spiritual and the basic design was done well. The judgment was that this work won.

As the name behind the work was revealed, everyone was stunned.

It turned out to be Wen Xia!

"See it. Even if my sister has just learned design for three years, she can still be better than you."

Xing Chuan said proudly, and walked forward with a swagger and hugged Wen Xia and was about to leave. Looking at his arrogant appearance, everyone couldn't help but smile bitterly in their hearts.

Wen Xia is really a winner in life.

With her brother who protects her like this, and her infatuated husband as much as Gu Xunzhou, and her strong design ability, she will definitely be called in the design world in the future.

Wen Xia didn't care about these vulgarities, and before leaving, she looked at Gu Xunzhou deeply.

Tomorrow is the weekend.

She is going to meet Hengheng.

After returning to the Xing family mansion, Xing Lie, Ye Xuexin and others also heard about the competition between Wen Xia and Tang Xueshan, and were all happy for Wen Xia.

"It's worthy of being my daughter, let them be shocked."

Xing Lie lit his crutch and looked at Wen Xia with a smile: "Xia Xia, I've been tired for a day today. What do you want to eat tonight?"

“Everything is OK.”

Wen Xia responded casually, seeing Xing Lie a little disappointed, she smiled and continued, "But the one you want to eat the most is definitely the hibiscus chicken slices. Dad, can you personally supervise the people in the kitchen to make it?"

"sure!"

Xing Lie's smile appeared again. He went to the kitchen to supervise himself. Looking at his back, Xing Chuan smiled helplessly.

Well, he was hit again.

When Wen Xia was not back, he ordered food to the old man and told him that he wanted to eat the food he cooked. In the past five years, Xing Lie often helped Wen Xia and learned to cook, but he had never tasted it.

This hibiscus chicken slice is the old man’s specialty.

Unfortunately, he didn't expect to follow the old man to eat his specialty dishes, just let him cook. As a result, the old man ignored him at all. Wen Xia came back and said that he wanted to eat hibiscus chicken slices, so the old man went straight to the kitchen.

Say it's supervision, but it's not done by yourself?

Xing Chuan looked depressed, and Xiao Tuanzi hurried to him and gently grabbed his hand.

"Dad, can you take me to the amusement park tomorrow?"

"sure."

Xing Chuan pointed at Wen Xia and put down Xiao Tuanzi. Xiao Tuanzi understood it and ran to Wen Xia with her short legs, gently holding her finger.

"Aunt, can you accompany me?"

"ah."

Wen Xia was stunned for a moment and gently rubbed her hair: "Auntie, I have something to do tomorrow."

Hearing this, Xiao Tuanzi was stunned, then nodded obediently.

"Then aunt goes to work."

She looked very cute, and a smile appeared on Wen Xia's mouth. She watched her pounce on Ye Xuexin's arms, and she became excited again when she thought of seeing Hengheng tomorrow.

Hengheng, you will also be happy to see Mommy?

Sure will.

She closed her eyes gently and let out a low sigh.

The next afternoon, Wen Xia stepped on the spot to wait outside Hengheng's painting class.

There are many children here. She can see Hengheng's familiar face inside through the glass. Her eyes heated up and moist mist began to condense.

I am really grateful to Zhang Ma for giving her such an opportunity.

In the painting class, Hengheng was concentrating on drawing with the teacher. His arm was suddenly touched by the fat man next to him, and the brush he was holding in his hand almost tilted to the side.

"What are you doing?"

Hengheng glared at him coldly, and the little fat man ignored him and grimaced: "My mother will come to pick me up home later. Where are you, where are your mother?"

As he finished speaking, the fat man looked at him mockingly.

In the past, every time he mentioned Gu Heng's mother, he would be sad. Gu Heng had a good background and the children in the class were envious and jealous of him. He could only find a balance when he had no mother.

But today is different.

Gu Heng had long seen Wen Xia staring at him through the window, and pointed outside with a proud look on his face: "Did you see, she is my mother, I just came back from abroad."

In the class, he said that his mother had gone abroad, so he didn't come to see him or pick him up over the years, and the children didn't believe him.

The little fat man was even more questioning.

"Just her? Let's take it down. You said that your nanny was your mommy. They didn't dare to answer your words at all. I don't believe anything you said this time."

"Don't believe it."

Gu Heng was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he continued to draw his own paintings. After he finished painting, he could go out to meet Wen Xia.

Seeing Gu Heng's appearance, the little fat man couldn't help but look at Wen Xia suspiciously.

He was not sad at all, and Wen Xia was very beautiful and looked a little similar to his appearance. Could it be that he was really his mother?

The little fat man couldn't help but spread the news in the class. Before school was over, everyone knew that Gu Heng's mother had come to pick him up.
Chapter completed!