Movies and TV: The heroine of the blind date

It is really tiring to maintain one posture for an hour without moving.

"Okay, okay, I'll be right over."

Why not enjoy the benefits openly?

"Where are you touching? Fang Hou, you seem to be getting more and more lewd lately."

After sharing joys and sorrows for a month and a half, their relationship became even closer than in the drama.

"Really? Just a normal massage. Are you numb here?" Fang Yifan's hand stretched out towards the airport.

"You rascal, you want to die? How dare you tease me? I will beat you to death."

Having caught Fang Yifan's An Lushan claws, Qiao Yingzi decided to teach him a lesson.

"Lady, please spare my life. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a baby who is still hungry and crying. Please spare me this time."

Fang Yifan, an active participant in admitting his mistakes, quickly gave in.

"This child is crying out for food before he's even born. Fang Yifan, you are so shameless."

Qiao Yingzi said with a look of contempt.

"I don't think I'll be able to eat enough even if I'm born, so I'd better not be born yet."

Taking a sneak peek at the airport, Fang Yifan muttered.

"What did you say?"

There were only two people in the room and it was so quiet, it would be hard for Qiao Yingzi not to know about Fang Yifan's little movements.

"Nothing, nothing. I mean, whoever can marry you, Yingzi, will be very lucky."

"Hmph, that's pretty much it."

The childhood sweethearts were in the studio, living in innocence; Fang Yuan had almost finished cooking the meal in the kitchen when the doorbell rang.

"Who is it at this time?"

Tong Wenjie said as she stood up and opened the door.

"It's me, it's me. Fang Yuan said you were moving today, so I came to congratulate you."

The man was wearing a floral shirt, round glasses, and a greasy face. It turned out to be Qiao Weidong.

"Old Joe is here, welcome, welcome, come on, what gifts do you have?"

Knowing that Qiao Weidong still had evil intentions towards Song Qian, Fang Yuan decided to give him a hand as a brother.

"Fang Yuan called him, but he hasn't told me yet that these two guys are in cahoots with each other."

Afraid that Song Qian would think too much, Tong Wenjie whispered beside her.

"Wenjie, this is a gift for you. It's cosmetics from Lancome."

Knowing who has the final say in the house, Qiao Weidong handed over the protection fee as soon as he entered the room.

"That's very polite."

Although Tong Wenjie said this, her eyes were always on Song Qian.

"You can take it. It was bought with ill-gotten gains anyway. It would be a waste if you don't use it."

It is extremely difficult to get Song Qian to be nice to Qiao Weidong.

"Fanfan, I heard you're going to be a great painter. Uncle Qiao bought you a complete set of brushes and paints."

At this time, Fang Yifan and Qiao Yingzi, who heard the noise, also came out of the room.

"Dad, you're here too."

Her mother's desire for control is too strong. In contrast, Qiao Yingzi enjoys spending time with her father and is very happy to see him coming over.

"Yingzi is here too."

"Thank you, Uncle Joe"

Fang Yifan accepted the gift from Qiao Weidong and expressed his gratitude.

"This kid is too polite."

Indeed, sooner or later we are all family, there is really no need for me to be so polite, Fang Yifan automatically supplemented his brain.

"Hi, Old Joe?"

Seeing that Qiao Weidong did not take the next step, Fang Yuan pretended to be anxious and started to act weird.

"what?"

Qiao Weidong rolled his eyes.

"Where's mine? Where's my housewarming present?"

Of course Fang Yuan didn't really want any gifts. He just wanted to liven up the atmosphere to avoid an awkward situation where Qiao Weidong and Song Qian would start fighting.

"You sold a broken seal for 9500 million, what other gift do you want?"

After being together for so many years, Qiao Weidong certainly knew Fang Yuan’s thoughts and was happy to cooperate.

"What 9500 million? I only got 1500 million. The rest are five houses, and the houses are still registered under Fanfan's name."

That’s right, the five houses were registered under Fang Yifan’s name. It was Tong Wenjie who proposed it, saying that it would make it convenient for Fang Yifan’s son to go to school in the future.

"Fang Hou, I didn't expect that you've already become a successful person before you even took the college entrance exam. Your tough life really needs no explanation."

Seeing her father and Fang Yuan performing crosstalk, Qiao Yingzi also interjected.

"Alas, all roads lead to Rome, but I grew up in Rome, which road do you want me to take?"

Chongyang was never inferior to others throughout his life, and the same was true for Fang Yifan when it came to showing off.

"Look at how capable you are. Okay, let's pack up and eat."

Tong Wenjie nodded Fang Yifan lovingly and announced that it was time to start eating.

Parents all like to show the best side of their children to others, and Fang Yuan and Tong Wenjie are no exception. As soon as they finished their meal, they took Qiao Weidong and Song Qian to visit Fang Yifan's studio and showed him his paintings.

"Fanfan, you have this level, it's great. In the future, Uncle Qiao will directly look for you when he wants to buy paintings as gifts. But who is this beautiful woman? Is she your girlfriend?"

Qiao Weidong pointed at the oil painting on the drawing board and said.

"You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth. This is Fanfan and Yingzi's homeroom teacher."

Song Qian couldn't bear it anymore and pointed at Qiao Weidong and cursed.

"Fanfan, you like your class teacher."

Qiao Weidong said with his eyes wide open.

"Uncle Qiao, what nonsense are you talking about? Our head teacher's birthday is coming up soon. During the summer vacation, she spent her own time answering my questions, so I thought of painting an oil painting as her birthday gift."

Fang Yifan said seriously.

"But the painting is so lifelike and full of love, Fanfan, Uncle Qiao is an experienced person, you can't hide it from me."

Qiao Weidong suddenly had an idea to play a trick on Fang Yifan.

"Really? Uncle Qiao, take another look. I have two more paintings here that are also very lifelike. Do I have deep feelings for them as well?"

Fang Yifan pointed to two oil paintings covered with cloth on the easel on the other side and said.

"Of course. I didn't expect you to be so philanthropic at such a young age. Uncle Qiao will help you check."

As Qiao Weidong spoke, he lifted up the canvas.

"Forehead"

Qiao Weidong stopped talking because one of the two paintings was of Song Qian and the other was of Qiao Yingzi.

"Hehehe"

Qiao Weidong's frustrated look caused everyone to laugh at him.

Fang Yifan originally planned to give these two paintings to Qiao Yingzi and Song Qian after they dried, but after they left that day, Qiao Weidong stubbornly refused to leave. It was only after Fang Yuan saw through his thoughts and asked him to help deliver the paintings that he left the Fang family.

Afterwards, Fang Yifan asked Qiao Yingzi how it was possible that she had not received the painting he had sent her.

Instead, Qiao Weidong transferred 10000 yuan to him via WeChat, saying it was for buying a painting.

Time passed quickly and it was already mid-August. As it was the third year of high school, the free cram school that Li Meng mentioned was about to start.

Chapter 104 Giving Gifts

On the first day of school, Fang Yifan walked into the school gate with a schoolbag hanging on his chest and a painting bucket on his back, looking very proud and confident.

"Fang Yifan, what are you carrying? A rocket launcher?"

Fang Yifan found someone calling him from behind, so he turned around and saw Huang Zhitao.

"What do you want me to ask you?"

This dog hasn't sent me a WeChat message for nearly two months, and I'm a little uncomfortable with it.

"I drew an oil painting and planned to give it to Teacher Li Meng."

Cast a wide net and catch more fish. Although Yingzi is good, this one is not bad either.

"Really? I heard from Yingzi that you were planning to be an art student. It's true." Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao were best friends. They kept in touch during the summer vacation, and most of the information about Fang Yifan came from her.

"Square Monkey, Peach"

Speak of the devil, and here he comes. At the same time, Qiao Yingzi also jumped out from behind Fang Yifan.

"Yingzi, I haven't seen you for a while. You seem to have become thinner."

Qiao Yingzi did look a little frail. As her best friend, Huang Zhitao expressed her genuine concern.

"How can I not lose weight when my mom keeps me at home doing exams every day? But this summer vacation is actually not bad, because I have Fang Hou to accompany me."

I'm very glad that Fang Yifan can help me attract attention and amuse myself this summer.

"Oh, yeah, you said he went to your mom for extra lessons, so this summer vacation must be very fulfilling."

Huang Zhitao is actually quite miserable. Her parents are medical workers who went to Africa to provide support. She has been growing up with her uncle since junior high school. She and Ji Yangyang share a similar suffering, and she really hopes to have her family by her side.

"It's very fulfilling. I promise that Fang Hou's academic performance will surprise you."

Fang Yifan’s progress made Qiao Yingzi feel incredible. Finally, she was not the only one who would be hit next; tremble, mortal.

"Really? Did your mother give him some encouragement?" Summer tutoring can indeed improve grades, but how much can it improve? Huang Zhitao felt that Qiao Yingzi was exaggerating.

Because he was carrying an oil painting, Fang Yifan did not go to the classroom like Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao, but went directly to Li Meng's office.

"report"

"Come in, Fang Yifan, what are you doing?"

It was also because Fang Yifan had too many criminal records. When Li Meng saw him like this, she thought he was going to do something weird again.

"Teacher Li, thank you for your care during the summer vacation. Your birthday is coming soon, so this is the birthday present I prepared for you."

Fang Yifan put down the oil painting from behind and handed it to Li Meng.

"Study hard and stop doing these nonsense things. Teachers don't accept gifts. Remember to come and take them back after school."

Li Meng took the oil painting and put it next to the table without opening it.

"Teacher, this is the debut work of a rising master of art. Would you like to open it and take a look?"

It was the truth, but combined with Fang Yifan's tone, it seemed a bit shameless.

"You painted the painting yourself? Your mother said she wanted to transfer you to an art student."

Li Meng decided to open the oil painting drawn by a student as her birthday gift and take a look.

"Well, that's not bad, Fang Yifan. No wonder you dared to be so extravagant last semester, given your level."

The person who was speaking was Pan Shuai, Fang Yifan's Chinese teacher, who had always had a crush on Li Meng. He had been paying attention to them from behind when they were talking, and when Li Meng opened the oil painting, he even walked over to observe.

"No matter how good you are at drawing, you can't relax in studying, Fang Yifan. Your mother said that she is going to have you take the entrance exam for the Central Academy of Fine Arts. Judging from your downward trend last semester, I think it's going to be tough."

Some students need encouragement, some students need criticism. In Li Meng's eyes, Fang Yifan, who shines with a little sunshine, needs frustration education.

"Teacher Li, you don't know how hard I worked this summer. I worked day and night, accepting Qiao Yingzi's mother's devilish training. The Fang Yifan of today is not the Fang Yifan of two months ago. You can't look at people with old eyes."

This is also a preparation for the next blockbuster, Fang Yifan announced in advance.