After dressing like a cannon fodder, I became the heroine of Shuangwen

Chapter 116 Do not cry without seeing the coffin

When Chu Xinjiao arrived in front of the Calligraphers Association, Gao Pengcheng was already waiting there.

Chu Xinjiao took off her sunglasses and put them into her satchel. She kept a kind smile on her pretty face: "Teacher, is Master Xingran here?"

"Not yet," Gao Pengcheng welcomed him in and took him to the office next to the meeting room. "This is my assistant's office. You can just see the meeting room opposite from this small window."

There is only one wall between the two places. I don't know who dug such a small window, and they can see each other through it.

"This is mainly a special room for the assistant to record the meeting process without interfering with the meeting. You can just see Master Xingran here and hear our conversation."

Chu Xinjiao was very satisfied with this position, and moved a soft chair to sit on it. "Thank you, teacher."

Gao Pengcheng felt the vibration of his mobile phone and looked down.

Then he hurriedly said: "You're welcome. Master Xingran will be here soon, and the president asked me to follow them to greet you, and you can rest here. There are drinking fountains and disposable paper cups over there, you can drink water."

"Okay." Chu Xinjiao responded obediently, watching Gao Pengcheng close the door.

When there was no gap between the door and the door frame, Chu Xinjiao's smile disappeared instantly.

When Zheng He walked downstairs with several core members of the Calligraphers Association, Chu Yaoxing hadn't arrived yet.

The Chu family didn't have a car that would go well with her, and Chu Yaoxing forgot to ask Xia Baiwei to pick her up last night, so he called Xia Baiwei just before leaving this morning, and it took a long time.

Several people waited for about 2 minutes, and saw a silver-white Bentley Flying Spur with the license plate number Emperor 6666 advancing steadily in front of them.

Chu Yaoxing unbuckled the seat belt: "Weiwei, you can find a parking lot nearby and stop the car, just wait for a while. It's just to pick up something and punish some small fish and shrimp. It won't take long. Thank you for your hard work." .”

Xia Baiwei smiled and said, "There are so many overtime pay, it should be."

Sister Xing is generous.

It's just driving out for a walk, and it's 30.

How can this be said to be hard work, it is simply enjoyment.

"Ah."

She responded lightly, and then got out of the car.

Gao Pengcheng's heart was beating wildly when he saw that Bentley.

That Chu Yaoxing was indeed lying.

According to her status, she can't afford such a luxury car.

Only Master Xingran, who is truly worth a thousand dollars, is worthy of such a noble mount.

The car door opened, and what came into view was a pair of slender and straight legs, as if drawn from a cartoon, with well-proportioned proportions and as white as jade.

It wasn't until the whole face was revealed that I saw that it was a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Wearing a short white short sleeve with navel exposed on the upper body, a black knee-length pleated skirt, and a black peaked cap on the head.

A pair of high-top black and white contrasting color sneakers.

A white canvas bag is straddled diagonally.

There was a sharp edge exuding from his whole body, and the clear phoenix eyes seemed to make him lose his soul with just one glance.

Immortal appearance without appearance, pure and beautiful bones.

After she closed the car door, Xia Baiwei drove the car to the nearest parking lot.

It wasn't until the exhaust gas from the car dissipated that everyone realized it.

Zheng He looked at the girl who was still in her youth in disbelief, and stammered, "You, you are... Master Xingran?"

Chu Yaoxing was noncommittal: "President Zheng, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Although she greeted politely, she didn't extend her hand.

Zheng He didn't dare to shake hands rashly, and said, "Master Xingran, please come inside."

Gao Pengcheng stared at the girl's Qingjue face, which contained some inexplicable meaning.

Chu Xinjiao showed him a picture of Chu Yaoxing, so he could recognize him at a glance.

It seems that this Chu Yaoxing is really going to assume the identity of Master Xingran.

Otherwise, how could he spend all his money and rent a Bentley?

However, hitting a swollen face to pretend to be a fat man will not help.

It would be too whimsical to want to take away Master Xingran's original work by fabricating his identity at will.

Just when he was thinking this way, Chu Yaoxing's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling suddenly fell on him.

In an instant, a chill like a glow flooded into the body in an instant.

At that moment, he seemed to be stared at by the god of death.

But he still pretended not to notice, looked away, followed the president, and entered the building of the Huaguo Calligraphers Association.

Several people took the elevator and went directly to the meeting room on the top floor.

Sensing the movement, Chu Xinjiao gently opened the small window in front of her by a small gap.

It just so happened that she stood up just to eye level without being noticed.

Chu Yaoxing was surrounded by seven or eight people, and Chu Xinjiao couldn't see it for a while.

But Chu Yaoxing could clearly sense that someone was staring at her.

So she subconsciously looked through the people around her and looked at the tiny gap exposed by the small window.

Chu Xinjiao was trying her best to watch, but suddenly saw a pair of cold eyes in the gap between the crowd, she was so frightened that she stepped aside instantly, leaned against the wall, and gasped heavily.

Flattering words came from behind the wall.

Zheng He brought the calligraphy and unfolded it slowly in front of everyone: "Master Xingran, we have always kept the works you wrote in the calligraphy competition, please have a look."

Chu Yaoxing glanced at it, and said in a deep voice, "Yes."

Slender fingers slid across the paper, and finally prepared to put it away.

"Wait." Gao Pengcheng said suddenly.

Since the other party was Chu Yaoxing, he didn't care so much.

"We have never met Master Xingran, how can you prove your true identity? If you are a fake, then wouldn't you get this sky-high priced authentic work for nothing?"

She chuckled.

Some people really don’t shed tears when they don’t see the coffin.

Instead of rebutting, she turned the paper over.

Then he unhurriedly opened the canvas bag and took out a Langhao brush and a bottle of ink.

Chu Xinjiao almost pressed her face against the small window, but because Chu Yaoxing was surrounded by people, she could only see the edge of the black peaked cap.

During this process, Chu Yaoxing didn't say a complete sentence, so she still doesn't know the true face of Master Xingran.

She could only stare at the calligraphy paper laid flat on the table, and the exposed slender arm and slender hand.

Chu Yaoxing's ink bottle is not available in the market, but is packed in a pure white porcelain bottle.

The mouth of the bottle was blocked by a stopper, and after opening, one could see the thick black inside.

When Zheng He saw the ink bottle, he couldn't hold back the crazy excitement in his heart.

Previously, his old friend had been to a residence of Master Xingran to ask for an interview. Although he did not see the real face of the other party in the end, he secretly took a photo.

In the photo, there is the same white porcelain bottle on the table.

Although the old friend quickly retracted the message, he still recognized the bottle.

(End of this chapter)