38 is the feeling of being a little girl that will never change

  In the laboratory

  A white figure stood motionless under the lamp, its long and narrow eyes fixed on the blood on the operating table.

  "You're still so stubborn?"

  The icy tone behind him only made Yao Ziye's eyebrows slightly raised.

  Lu Jun was speechless about this. Yao Ziye wasn't originally a professional in the field, but now he wanted to learn from scratch just to personally verify whether Manman was indeed a girl or not.

  "Lu Jun, you're wrong. Even if she's not Cangcang, I think whether or not she's Cangcang should be determined by us ourselves, that way the facts are more reliable, aren't they?" Yao Ziyi's eyebrows, which were full of self-confidence, were the crystallization of careful consideration after a thousand thoughts.

  After what happened last time, he suddenly realized that even if it was sent abroad, it couldn't prevent petty people. There is no more reliable process than doing everything by oneself.

  Compared to the hardships that Nainai has endured, this little bit of hardship is nothing.

  His straight lips, icy eyes, and the rotating gaze of Yao Ziye collided, Lu Jun's two eyebrows furrowed with some wrinkles: he couldn't refute these words.

  "Lu Jun." Seeing him about to leave with a cold expression, Yao Ziye said in a low and powerful tone, "You should understand this. How Nangnang grows up is not something we can decide, after all she has been away from us for so many years. But Nangnang will always be Nangnang, this feeling won't change."

  The isolation door "clanged" shut.

  You can pretend to be indifferent and not answer questions, but you cannot ignore the reality that has always existed in your heart.

  Got on a taxi wanting to go home, but ended up going somewhere else instead.

  "We've arrived at the gallery," said the taxi driver.

  If he turned the car around now, it would be self-deception. He couldn't help but smile to himself, got out of the car and walked quickly towards the art gallery.

  His surname is Lu, his name is Jun, he can live up to the reputation of a gentleman and will never do anything sneaky.

  Pushing open the glass door, a refreshing ink fragrance wafted in, and on the wooden frame screen, a piece of xuan paper was pasted, one meter wide and three meters long. The painting depicted not green mountains and rivers, nor small bridges and houses, but a woman, the artist's depiction of Nüwa, with a slender dress, ink-black hair adorned with a crown, elegant eyebrows, gentle eyes, and the demeanor of a queen mother. Her smiling eyes seemed to gaze at people from afar, accompanied by a vast and majestic dragon energy.

  For a moment, it's hard to tell whether it's the person in the painting or reality.

  His eyes were hazy and indistinct, but he felt that the spiritual energy of the people in the painting seemed to have walked out of the painting and overlapped with another pair of real human eyes.

  Creeping.

  The lower corner of the painting, the painter's seal, unexpectedly are these two words.

  The aftertaste that rises in my heart is disturbing, and I recall what Yao Ziyi said: The feeling of being a young girl will never change.

  Ever since the last time, the old professor had praised Mianmian's painting, Chunxia and Du Yu decided to put Mianmian's painting in the main hall as a signboard. Today, seeing a guest standing still in front of Mianmian's painting, Chunxia walked over excitedly and introduced: "Our young painter's work is deeply appreciated by a professor from Peking University, sir you really have an eye for it, you noticed it as soon as you came in."

  "How did you know I was eyeing this painting?"

  This voice that was cold to the extreme, even if it were to turn into ash in early summer, would still be recognizable. As he turned his head around, his eyes widened: "What are you doing here?"

  "Is there a rule here that says I'm not allowed to come? Where's your friend?"

  "What do you want to find Mianmian for? I'll tell you, over 3,000 yuan is extortion, we won't pay it back." Chuxia stood in front of him, unable to send him away, and blocking his way to find Mianmian was the best she could do.

  Lu Jun stopped arguing with her because two people came in through the door.

  There is one middle-aged man and woman.

  Early summer arrived, and a guest asked: "Excuse me, is there anything I can help you two with?"

  The round face of the woman was filled with a meaty smile, saying: "I am Mianmian's second aunt, here to find Mianmian."

  "Hmph! At the beginning of summer, her face changed, and she said roughly: 'Mianmian is not here now, you've come to the wrong place!'"

  "Isn't the painting by Mianmian here?" A middle-aged man who came with Zhang Qiuyan, wearing a pair of cool shades, pointed at the painting signed by Mianmian.

  "Who are you?" The voice of Chūxià carried a chill. This man didn't seem like Mánmān's second uncle.

  Zhang Qiuyan walked up: "Don't cheat us anymore. Let Mengmeng come out quickly. He is not an outsider, but Mr. Jin who is engaged to Mengmeng."

  Is Wen Haosheng looking for a rich man to marry into the Wen family?

  Jin Ruo Wen was a bit older than Man Man, and the tacky feeling he gave off clashed with Man Man's fresh and clean image.

  Lu Jun's eyes added a layer of frost: If it were his sister, how could he let his sister give up her happiness for money?

  "Du Yu!" shouted Chuxia at the beginning of summer, "Bring out a handful of salt and a broom."

  Du Yu hastily came out from inside, and really took a broom, presumably having heard all the previous conversation.

  "What do you want to do?" Zhang Qiuyan replied with an aunt's demeanor after a moment of panic, "I am Mianmian's aunt, and you can't stop me from seeing Mianmian."

  Du Yu didn't dare to hit people casually. In early summer, he snatched the broom and swept it towards where Zhang Qiuyan and Jin Ruowen were standing: "I'm cleaning up, you two get out!"

  Zhang Qiuyan and Jin Ruowen both jumped up at the same time.

  Jin Ruowen snatched off his sunglasses and shouted: "You see if I don't call the police!"

  "I also think it's wise to call the police." A cold voice cut in, and the temperature in the room dropped below zero instantly.

  Zhang Qiuyan and Jin Ruowen looked up and saw Lu Jun standing coldly beside his easel.

  "If you want to see someone, wouldn't it be faster to make a phone call and ask them out? What you're doing is trespassing. You're not wrong that the imperial city isn't lawless, calling the police over isn't difficult."

  Three sentences, and it was clear that this young man, who looked like a king, was not on their side. Zhang Qiuyan and Jin Ruowen stared at each other in dismay, unsure of the man's background and somewhat intimidated.

  "Is there a phone?"

  Early summer was asked by Lu Junyi and returned to his senses: "Yes."

  "It's too slow to call the police hotline, it's faster to find the district director to handle it directly."

  This sentence is too understated, and it's not just the beginning of summer that's stunned, a group of people are stunned: because this cold tone doesn't sound like it could be a joke.

  Unexpectedly, a Cheng Yaowen appeared out of nowhere. Since things have come to this, Zhang Qiuyan turned to Jin Ruowen with a smile and said: "Mr. Jin, I believe there's been some misunderstanding here. Let me get Miao's mother to call her, and you two can meet again."

  "Alright." Jin Ruowen swung his ink-colored glasses, and in the early summer, he swept across Du Yu's face, and when he touched Lu Jun's cold eyes, his eyebrows furrowed, and he turned to leave.

  Now that these two pests are gone, Chu Xia wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Let Jiang Yan hurry up and marry Manman back home. Otherwise, this group of annoying pests will come again to make trouble."

  But Zhang Qiuyan overheard from outside the door, rushed back, and coldly stared at her: "Is Mianmian with a broken household? If so, remember to tell Mianmian. This man who dared to beat her sister, if she dares to marry him, don't expect her to be able to come home!"

  "Hmph. Early summer retorted sharply: 'Who wants a family like yours?'"

  "Whether or not to want it is not up to you to decide, it's up to Manman herself. Can she give up her dad? You ask her yourself!" With that, Zhang Qiuyan triumphantly walked away, leaving Chunxia speechless.

  Mom's dad?

  For some reason, his eyelid twitched. Lu Jun closed his eyes, and a scene from the depths of his memory was about to resurface.

  "Where did Jiang Yan take Manman?" Chuxia asked anxiously.

  "Let's go to the ice cream shop across the street," said Du Yu.

  By the way

  Isn't this chapter being filmed?

  Let the nouveau riche take the lead and speed up the marriage process.