Gao Yiduo, carrying a bag, had just ridden to the entrance of the residential area when she saw Meng Yu in the distance.
Meng Yu waited at the entrance of their residential area. Gao Yiduo rode over quickly, her little face flushed.
Why did you come here?
Meng Yu smiled brightly, revealing her white teeth, her beautiful eyes crinkling: "I've come to pick you up. I told you yesterday I would."
After saying that, he naturally reached out his hand: "Give me the bag."
It looks quite heavy.
Gao Yiduo didn't stand on ceremony; she packed him a lot of review materials, which she organized very late yesterday.
She also told her parents that she was going to Meng Yu's house today.
Her mother gave her a sex education lesson overnight, which made Gao Yiduo a little embarrassed, but she didn't feel ashamed.
Gao Yiduo's mother began her sexual education when she was in kindergarten.
Therefore, she was not curious about the opposite sex's body, nor did she, like other girls, begin to have budding romantic feelings or vague attraction to the opposite sex when she entered junior high school or sixth grade.
But Gao Yiduo knew that she didn't seem to have feelings for Meng Yu that high.
She liked Meng Yu because he was handsome, and because he was very gentle and polite, respectful of girls, and had a good sense of boundaries and propriety.
Some of the boys in the class are already in the first year of junior high, but they still pull girls' braids like third or fourth graders.
Some people say this is a sign that a young boy likes someone and wants to get her attention.
Gao Yiduo, however, felt that if the boys' families had done a little more home education, the boys wouldn't have made such impolite gestures.
Meng Yu knew that what he was doing was wrong, even though no one had taught him.
Meng Yu slung the bag over his shoulder. The pink and blue women's bag didn't look out of place on him at all, because he was so fair-skinned and had such a beautiful complexion that many girls would envy.
Upon arriving at the Meng family's residence, we found a three-story self-built villa hidden in the old town.
This was Gao Yiduo's first time visiting; the two families had always met for meals before.
This house immediately brought Gao Yiduo and the Meng family closer together.
She used to think that great painters should be eccentric and reclusive, but she never expected them to be so down-to-earth, living in such a house.
The door opened, and Xu Ying, dressed in a light blue cheongsam, looked very elegant and intellectual. Meng Tian was also wearing Hanfu today, as if he was going to attend some event.
"Hello, Uncle. Hello, Aunt."
"Hello Xiaoduo, thank you for teaching Xiaoyu. We'll leave Xiaoyu in your care. Breakfast is in the restaurant, you two can eat there. Xiaoyu's dad and I are going to an art exhibition."
"Okay, Auntie, leave it to me, don't worry."
Xu Ying and Meng Tian left, and Gao Yiduo and Meng Yu went to the dining table to eat together.
Peers naturally get along well, and without parents around, they are even less reserved.
Jiang Wanning will also be attending this art exhibition today.
She was completely clueless about that ten million painting at the time.
Because of the car accident, Fu Chenyuan no longer lets Jiang Wanning drive when they go out. Instead, he has his bodyguard double as her driver.
The car stopped in front of the art exhibition.
Jiang Wanning also wore a cheongsam today.
The crescent-white cheongsam accentuated her figure even more perfectly; she had not an ounce of excess fat on her body, and her every move exuded grace and charm.
Meng Tian and Xu Ying were waiting for her at the entrance.
With Jiang Wanning's arrival, Meng Tian had to take a backseat. Husbands and all that, nothing beats his niece.
Xu Ying had Jiang Wanning take her arm, and handed both her bag and Jiang Wanning's bag to Meng Tian.
Meng Tian followed behind, becoming the bag carrier for the two beautiful ladies without any complaints.
Their appearance caused a sensation.
Xu Ying and Meng Tian need no introduction. Their love story and the mystery of their child's parentage have been the talk of the town in Nancheng, further boosting their fame.
Jiang Wanning is a rising star; her painting skills have been recognized by other masters.
One of Jiang Wanning's paintings was tagged and liked by a master, and it was quickly sold and collected.
Today's art exhibition features works by Xu Ying and Meng Tian.
Xu Ying looked at Jiang Wanning with a confident expression: "Xiaoning, your paintings will be featured in future art exhibitions. I even have a feeling that you will hold your own solo exhibition in the future."
Jiang Wanning smiled faintly: "Then I'll accept your kind words, Aunt."
She loves painting, and only after leaving the Zhao family was she able to truly devote herself to it wholeheartedly.
I must say, coming out to see the art exhibition and learning from the experiences of my peers and predecessors was incredibly beneficial.
Xu Ying was held up by the others, while Jiang Wanning wandered around the art exhibition by herself.
The exhibition was large and cleverly laid out, with excellent use of light and shadow and a sense of space.
Jiang Wanning wandered around and unknowingly ended up at the very edge of the street.
She stopped and looked up at the painting.
Just one glance sent chills down Jiang Wanning's spine, as if a pair of demonic eyes were fixed on her.
The painting was named "The Eye of the Devil".
Jiang Wanning felt she should look away, but she couldn't.
The impact of the demon's eye was so powerful that it was impossible to look away.
Jiang Wanning noticed that other people had stopped before, but they only stayed for a while and then left. Unlike her, she watched helplessly, her hands and feet growing cold, as if her fate had been choked, leaving her unable to move.
In an instant, the darkest corner of my heart seemed to be awakened by this painting.
The Zhao family home: the storage room in the garden, the basement, the dark room, Zhao Zhongjie's smug laughter, and Lin Lin's particularly disgusted and repulsive gaze.
Someone walked in front of her, blocking her view and severing her connection with the painting.
Jiang Wanning then noticed that her forehead was covered in sweat.
The man glanced at the painting, then turned around and looked at Jiang Wanning with a burning light in his eyes.
"Are you alright, Miss Jiang? 'The Devil's Eye,' a painting considered extremely ominous. If you're captivated by it, as if drawn by a demon, it means you have deep inner trauma. Miss Jiang, so even marrying Fu Chenyuan can't heal your wounds? So, marrying him is all you've gained. Why not consider coming with me and finding someone else?"
Jiang Wanning recognized the person who had come in; it was Meng Huaijin!
Her hand trembled slightly. What was Meng Huaijin doing here?
This person is the real devil!
The fear in her eyes was fleeting, but it pierced Meng Huaijin's heart.
In truth, Fu Chenyuan wasn't much better than him.
They had all fallen into darkness and sank into the mire, but in the end, they all climbed out of the mire, living outwardly in the sunlight, but inwardly they were already rotten.
Why is Fu Chenyuan luckier than her?
Jiang Wanning took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Meng, I don't understand what you're saying. My husband and I are very much in love, and you don't need to worry about how we are doing."
She turned to leave, but Meng Huaijin stepped forward and grabbed her hand.
At the same time, a sharp knife was pressed against her waist.
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