Ren Qian and the others set their eyes on Xu En.

  Who is this "Ah Suo" calling?

  Ren Wanxuan suddenly had an absurd thought in her mind, but she felt that it was impossible. The Ji family has always been an inconspicuous resident of Qingshui Street in her eyes.

  She would never introduce her father and grandfather to her classmates and friends, and she was very afraid that Bai Po would use the Ren family's name to act in school.

   Until now—

   Xu En, who wanted to be friends with everyone in Xiangcheng, stopped in front of Bai Po.

  Bai Po, who looked down at the phone, looked up. She looked at the oversized wooden box in Xu En's hand, "..."

  Xu En noticed her gaze, "I'll help you carry it down."

   "...No need." Bai Po handed the exquisitely packaged painting to Xu En.

  The other hand took the wooden box Xu En was carrying.

  Xu En saw that she was about to carry the wooden box, he smiled, and when talking to others, he was always shrewd and kept a distance, and at this moment he was as gentle as an uncle next door: "This is a bit..."

   Before he finished speaking, someone used **** to easily lift the wooden box.

  ?

   Xu En was silent.

  Bai Po turned around and unhurriedly pressed the elevator with his mobile phone.

   "You really don't want to go in and take a look?" Beside her, Xu En still didn't give up. He asked his assistant to help him attract guests in the banquet hall.

   "No," Bai Po shook her head, she counted the elevator numbers, "There are still people waiting for me downstairs."

   It's too late.

  Maybe I have to learn from Sister Lin's yin and yang.

   "Okay then." Xu En has understood the Ji family's personality during this time.

  The elevator door opened, and he followed Bai Po to get into the elevator and send her downstairs.

  Bai Po blocked him with a wooden box and raised his eyebrows: "There are many guests, so I'll come and give my uncle a painting instead of me."

  Xu En had no choice but to stand by the elevator, watching the elevator numbers jump to the first floor, then looked down at the painting, then turned and walked back.

  The three of Ren Qian were still standing at the entrance of the banquet hall.

  When Xu En came here, he only paid attention to Bai Po, but now he found Ren Qian, "Mr. Ren?"

   He stopped to say hello.

  Ren Qian came back to his senses, he raised his head suddenly, "Mr. Xu, do you know Ah Su?"

  Xu En said hello and wanted to go in, Liu Ju was still waiting for him, when he heard Ren Qian say "Ah", he paused, tilted his head, "Who are you?"

   "Ah Po is my son-in-law's niece," Ren Qian said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to know her too..."

  Niece?

  Xu En looked at Ren Qian, he just remembered that Bai Po didn't greet them.

   In Xu En's place, Bai Po has always been very polite, except for people she doesn't like, such as Ji Mulan.

  That's why Xu En didn't bring Ji Mulan out this time.

Xu En glanced at Ren Wanxuan's face with a stiff smile, and then smiled, "Yes, this child, I have persuaded her for a long time that she will not come to this banquet, oh, I haven't told you yet, Ah Jia is Mulan My daughter. How should I put it, apart from one son, this is my only daughter. If you say she won’t come, I can’t do anything about her. I have to ask her to bring some pastries to her grandfather..."

   thought about it.

Xu En showed Ren Qian the painting in his hand again, "This is a painting that Comrade Shao Jun drew for me. If it wasn't for this painting, she wouldn't come here. Haha, I have to be sent back to Jiangjing hang up."

  The latter words are not deceiving.

  Ji Shaojun is Ji Mulan's elder brother, so the painting he gave to Xu En must be kept well.

   There is also the relationship with Bai Po, let alone be sloppy.

   After he finished speaking, he smiled at Ren Qian and continued to walk towards the banquet hall. When passing by several partners, he even raised the painting in his hand and showed it off to them.

  At the entrance of the banquet hall, Ren Qian turned around slowly.

  Ren Wanxuan was even more struck by lightning.

  She has never been interested in Bai Po's origin, nor is she interested in Ji Shaorong's other younger sister. Now tell her... Bai Po has something to do with the Xu family?

  She doesn't know much about the Xu family, except that the other party is the founder of Xinda, but from the fact that everyone in Beicheng came tonight, she can know how extensive the Xu family's network is.

  Especially she also witnessed the scene where Ren Qian and Chen Gang were marginalized at this banquet...

   "What's the matter?" Chen Zhu re-entered the banquet hall, the drink in his hand hadn't moved for a long time, Chen Gang lowered his head and asked him.

  Chen Zhu came back to his senses, he remembered that Ren Wanxuan was going to post an invitation to Bai Po that day, "I, we just saw Bai Po outside."

   Speaking of which.

   Chen Zhu looked at Ji Mulan, who was at ease at the banquet.

   If you look closely, Ji Mulan's eyebrows and eyes are really similar to Bai Po's. Is she actually Bai Po's mother?

   No wonder, no wonder Bai Po has never seemed to be a rarity to the Ren family.

  If Bai Po was from the Xu family, it wouldn't be so strange.

   "But her surname is not Xu." Ren Wanxuan looked at the people present, she lowered her voice, not knowing what expression and emotion to use.

After listening to Chen Gang, he finally understood, "She's lucky, as long as Mr. Xu admits her, as for the surname... Xu's family is well-established in Jiangjing, and it's not easy for her to change her surname. This Ji Mulan...she It's not easy."

Beside   , Ren Qian nodded.

  **

  Xiangcheng Prison.

  After Zhang Shize finished his work, he returned to his room, took out a pen and exercises from the bedside, and started to do his homework.

  Prison rooms are small, and four people live in one room.

   Next door to him is a vicious bald head.

Zhang Shize had just turned a page of the book when the bald man who came out of the bathroom slammed the towel away, grabbed Zhang Shize's hair, and thumped his stomach, "I asked you to thump my back, didn't you listen?" arrive?"

  The bald head is the "boss" here, and no one else dares to touch him.

  Every night and morning, I wash my face first with a bald head.

  The remaining two people in the room huddled on the bed and pretended not to see this scene.

  Zhang Shize coughed, then put down his pen, turned over and locked the bald head's neck with both hands!

"boom-"

  The two fell to the ground together, the bald head was very powerful, but after the naked strands were formed, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't shake them off, and the bald head's face gradually turned red.

"Snapped-"

  The two slammed into the iron gate together.

  The movement here finally alarmed the prison guards.

   "Wow-"

  The door is opened.

  Zhang Shize let go of his hands and squatted aside.

  The prison guard glanced around with the electric baton, "No. 0147, No. 1108, what are you two doing?!"

   Bald head covering his neck, looking up to speak.

  Zhang Shize raised his head first, he glanced at the bald head first, and then suddenly retracted his gaze, "I, I don't know, I, I have been doing my homework."

   After so many days, the prison guards here know Zhang Shize very well. He is a small reform prisoner who always carries a vocabulary book to memorize vocabulary and studies hard.

   It has not been a day or two since I was beaten by No. 0147.

  Others dare not tell if they were beaten by No. 0147, because they will be beaten even worse after No. 0147 comes out.

  Zhang Shize was the first to say it.

   "No. 0147 is you making trouble again! Take it away!" The prison guards took electric batons and took No. 0147 to a small black room, where they were locked up for three days.

  The bald head looked at Zhang Shize in disbelief. He wanted to say something, but he was shocked.

  After the door is closed.

  Zhang Shize spit out a mouthful of **** saliva expressionlessly, returned to his bed, and picked up his pen.

  The other two trembled even more and dared not speak.

  Zhang Shize turned another page of the book, this time no one disturbed him.

  Question Django, understand Django, become Django.

  **

Sunday.

  Bai Po arrived at the Book Association very early. Compared with the first time, coming here today is much more lively.

  Lu Xiaohan is recording a video for that Grandpa Tao.

   Far away, Bai Po heard Lu Xiaohan's voice: "Grandpa, what do you usually do, do what you do now, and we'll just record an introduction."

  Bai Po didn't bother, just stood aside and watched quietly.

  There are many onlookers beside.

  Lu Xiaohan asked Bai Po to light up again. Bai Po is not very proficient in these things, but fortunately she has a strong ability to draw inferences from one instance, Lu Xiaohan gave good guidance, and the two of them cooperated well.

   It took Lu Xiaohan an hour to finish recording a scene, and then sat on the side to watch the clip she recorded with Grandpa Tao.

   Seeing that there was nothing to do with her, Bai Po went to the Book Association.

   Today is Sunday, and there are more students than usual coming to the Calligraphy Association.

   "By the way, sister," Jian Zhe looked at Qiu Xuezheng who was teaching children, and suddenly remembered something, "We need to sign up for the Book Association assessment in December this year, shall we sign up?"

  The higher the level, the higher the funds issued by the headquarters.

  Most of the funds this year belonged to Jiang Fuli himself.

  Bai Po almost didn't think about it, and replied directly: "Sign up."

   "Okay." Jian Zhe wrote this matter down, "Recently, many people went to the next door, and they seemed to want to buy the house in the martial arts gym next door, but they were all kicked out."

  Ordinary residents have not received the news yet.

  But some businessmen have long known that Xiangcheng will engage in tourism and develop a large area.

  The martial arts hall covers such a large area, it is a big piece of fat, and many people are staring at it.

  Because Bai Po is very concerned about the affairs of the martial arts school next door, Jian Zhe went to inquire about the affairs of the next door when he had nothing to do.

  Bai Po nodded, and suddenly remembered something, she turned her head to look at him, and raised her eyebrows: "So how is your calligraphy practice?"

  Jian Zhe: "..."

  He returned to the table silently and wrote the word "Yong".

  The strength is very strong. After Jian Zhe finished writing, he couldn't help admiring it for a long time.

   "Take it down." Bai Po walked over slowly, looked down for a while, and then made a sound.

   Jian Zhe took off the iridium and wrote again.

  He wants to be more fluent this time. Jian Zhe can clearly feel his progress in this month. Qiu Xuezheng's guidance to him is of little significance, but every time Bai Po and Jiang Fuli can clearly point out his problems.

  Especially Jiang Fuli, every time Jian Zhe said a word, he began to doubt life.

  The effect is significant.

   "Not bad." Bai Po commented, affirming his level.

   Jian Zhe dried the ink, and a message was displayed on the phone——

  【Jian Rong's Appreciation Banquet, are you really not coming back? 】

   Jian Zhe: [No time. 】

-【good. 】

   The Jian family only gave Jian Zhe a routine notice, and it doesn't matter if he comes back or not.

  It's good for them to remember Jian Zhe.

   Jian Zhe was not surprised by this.

   "Sister Po!" Lu Xiaohan finally finished recording all the videos, and came in now. When she walked to the door of the calligraphy practice room, she looked at a bunch of children and lowered her voice, "Dean Jian sent another message."

   "Dean Jian?" Not far away, Jian Zhe, who was stacking his own words, was a little sensitive to the name "Jane".

  He raised his head subconsciously.