3166: Even if it was the rest of her life, she was still waiting: Lost

Even if it was the rest of her life, she was still waiting: Lost

"Makeup artist, where is the makeup artist? Teacher Tan is about to go on stage to receive the award. Where is the makeup artist?"0

Backstage at the international art competition, people were busy coming and going. Only in front of the mirror in the makeup room, a woman wearing a bohemian-style long dress was staring at her phone with her eyes lowered. There were page after page of pictures flashing on her phone, from a small person to a tall and graceful young lady.

Tan Chenxiao was tirelessly flipping through these pictures that she had seen hundreds of times. She did not mind that she was about to go on stage to receive the award and that she had not put on any makeup yet.

Tan Chenxiao was an internationally renowned master of ink painting. At the same time, she was also the teacher of the talented young lady, sunmer. She was considered to be one of the top master-level figures in the art world.

However, other than drawing from life, very few people knew about her private life. They only knew that there was a young lady in her phone. It was said that she was her daughter.

However, no one had ever heard of when this woman, who had been famous since she was young, got married.

She had personally clarified that she was not married and did not have a husband. However, she did not deny that she had a daughter.

"Teacher tan."The assistant knocked on the door and walked in. "The flowers were sent by Mr. Lu."

"Lost."It was direct and straightforward.

The assistant was not surprised by this answer. It had been like this for more than ten years. He had followed Tan Chenxiao from the age of twenty to the age of nearly forty. Every time this Mr. Lu sent something, it could not escape the fate of being lost.

"Mr. Lu said that the flowers were chosen by Si Chen,"the assistant said again.

Tan Chenxiao paused for a moment and put away her phone. She looked at the time and stood up. "Send it to my room in the hotel."

The assistant sighed. Until now, he still could not figure out what kind of riddle these two were playing.

It was as if they were strangers who had the same daughter.

Young Master Lu, one of the three young masters of B City, had never married in his entire life. This world-renowned master of Fine Arts had never married in his entire life. One of them only pursued marriage without proposing, while the other ignored it.

Seeing this, even an outsider like him felt extremely tired.

Only that Little Sichen was their weakness.

That's right. Little Sichen had grown from a little bean into a tall and graceful young lady. How could time not pass quickly.

When Tan Chenxiao gave birth to Lu Sichen, she was just eighteen years old. She became famous at the age of twenty. Now, at the age of thirty-six, Little Sichen had also become an eighteen-year-old lady.

Tan Chenxiao walked out of the dressing room. Lu Qichuan was leaning against the door. The man who was almost fifty years old still did not change his gentle face. It was no wonder that many passers-by had to turn their heads to take a look.

He was a soldier. He had the best physical quality and the best body. Wearing a suit on his body gave him a sense of abstinence, not to mention his gorgeous face.

After Tan Chenxiao came out, Lu Qichuan stood up straight. "Congratulations."

Tan Chenxiao directly passed by him, but Lu Qichuan held her wrist.

"Sichen is here too. Let's have dinner together later,"Lu Qichuan said in a low voice, asking for her opinion.

Tan Chenxiao turned to look at him. "I'll go look for Sichen, so there's no need to trouble young master Lu to personally send her over."

Lu Qichuan slowly reached out and let go of her wrist. "Today is Sichen's eighteenth birthday."

Tan Chenxiao did not stop and left in large strides.

Lu Qichuan took a deep breath and Lu Sichen hurriedly ran out from the side. "How is it? How is it? Does my mother want to eat with us?"Lu Sichen asked anxiously, that gaze seemed to be afraid of getting a bad answer.

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