Ji Wennuan looked at Zheng Xiujin who was talking nonstop. His servant named Dalang also had six or seven paintings in his hand.

On the table, there are all portraits of him.

The painters' skills are all superb, and with the blessing of money, Zheng Xiujin in the portrait looks quite like a handsome noble man, and is indeed no less than Lu Mingcang.

If Qin Yichen saw it carefully.

Ji Wennuan's nerves tightened, and she interrupted Zheng Xiujin without hesitation, "Okay, I already know how heroic and handsome Mr. Zheng is. You don't have to talk about it anymore. Put it away, I will appreciate it slowly when I have time."

Ji Wennuan casually found a perfunctory remark, and stood up to roll up the portrait on the table.

She was very fast and didn't even tie her up, so she handed it to Wang Yan behind her.

"Zhang Shanfeng, why are you standing there? Come and help!"

Zhang Shanfeng said that he really wanted to watch the fun and didn't want to help.

However, he dared not disobey Ji Wennuan's intentions.

He didn't want to be unable to go to Zheng Xiujin's banquet.

Zheng Xiujin was still in high spirits. He looked at Ji Wennuan, who was a little anxious, "Miss, I haven't finished talking yet. Why are you doing so anxious? All the good painters in the Mo tribe are monopolized by me, and none of them look good as me. You have seen mine, and the others are not attracted to me at all. I have introduced so many things, and there is another one that is me, I just finished taking a shower..."

When Zheng Xiujin said this, he glanced at Ji Wennuan, smiling innocently and shyly.

Ji Wennuan had goose bumps and wanted to kick him to death.

"I promise that you will be deeply impressed by my charm when you see it. Don't worry, I'll look for it."

She is not interested.

The only thing Zheng Xiujin could impress her was his ability to make money.

"I have something to do. Next time, please introduce it slowly when you have time. Are you going to send an invitation to someone else?"

The order to expel guests under Ji Wen Nuan.

Zheng Xiujin didn't hear it at all.

He continued to search for the portrait he said, "No, I have sent the invitations from other people."

Ji Wennuan packed his portraits here and watched him tear it down there.

She really wanted to kick him out.

Ji Wennuan finally packed the portrait of Zheng Xiujin spreading on the table.

"Finally found!"

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Zheng Xiujin finally found the painting he mentioned.

His voice was pleasant.

"Originally, I didn't plan to show this painting to the lady, but I got the same thing about it at first sight. Has the lady learned about my family before? My father married a wife and hadn't taken a concubine for so many years. I think I can do it too!"

Ji Wennuan has a sharp hearing.

She listened to the footsteps from far to near outside, looked at the pile of portraits on Wang Yan's hands, and took them out at this time, and she was thrown into the trap.

I happened to run into the fourth master.

Ji Wennuan held the portrait from her hand, threw it all onto the bed, and then covered it with a quilt.

Zheng Xiujin followed Ji Wennuan and was happy to see this, "It turns out that the lady likes me so much. Do you want to sleep with my portrait? As long as the lady marrys me, mine is yours, you can...can sleep with me!"

Zheng Xiujin stopped Ji Wennuan and spread out the painting he had just found, "Dangdangdang, look, are the eight-pack abs, handsome and sexy? Very safe, right?"

Ji Wennuan's eyes swept to the painting when Zheng Xiujin passed by.

In front of the bright yellow door, Zheng Xiujin was wearing a wardrobe. The collar of the clothes was slightly open and winding downward, revealing some of the muscles, which was a very beautiful abdominal muscle.

But that's not the point.

The point is the door behind him, it won’t be the Golden Gate, right?

And the inlayed ones on the door are not all gems, right?

When Ji Wennuan thought of this, she couldn't help but get distracted. Then she felt a cold light mixed with endless dissatisfaction shooting towards her.

Ji Wennuan immediately looked at the door and a foot wearing the traditional Mo tribe boots stepped into the threshold.

These days, he has worn long gowns and cloth shoes.

Not the Fourth Master.

Ji Wennuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked upward. When she saw that face, she was stunned for a moment.

Damn, I guessed wrongly, it was the Fourth Master!

He was wearing a dark dark dress, with collar and cuffs on the collar and gold thread, which was low-key and luxurious.

On the wrist of the left hand, there is a string of Buddhist beads, and on the right hand is a scroll of painting.

Needless to ask, it is his portrait.

He slowly walked in from outside, tall and handsome, unlike his previous handsomeness and tallness, and even more heroic.

The face that was so beautiful that it looked cold and tight.

That face has not changed, but its momentum has become stronger and stronger, giving people an indescribable pressure.

Most of the time, Qin Yichen wore a suit, and on the 1st and 15th day of the lunar month, he wore a long gown.

But after he came to the Mo tribe, he seemed to have always been wearing long gowns. When his expression was gentle, he looked elegant like a teacher.

Ji Wennuan has never seen him like this.

If Lu Mingcang is the noble young master, then Qin Yichen is the king.

Be above, kill decisively, and control everyone's life and death.

It is daunting and fallen.

Ji Wennuan heard the sound of her heart pounding.

She looked at Qin Yichen obsessedly.

She only had Qin Yichen in her eyes, and she didn't notice that when Zheng Xiujin saw Qin Yichen like this, her eyes were full of shock and surprise.

That look seemed to be known before.

His eyes stayed on Qin Yichen for a moment, and moved towards Ji Wennuan, thinking about something.

The words Zheng Xiujin had just confessed to Ji Wennuan were very loud, and every word was sonorous and came from the heart. Qin Yichen listened most of the time.

The tenderness on his face disappeared in an instant, and his dark eyes condensed with clouds.

After detecting Ji Wennuan's stunning and obsessive eyes, the cold air that seemed to freeze people faded away.

Qin Yichen stood at the door without moving. Looking at Ji Wennuan and Zheng Xiujin, he glanced at the gold nuggets and gold stickers on the table in the room.

After a moment, his eyes slowly fell on the portrait held in Zheng Xiujin's hand as Ji Wennuan stagnated for those few seconds.

The heavy eyes made Zheng Xiujin shudder.

Almost subconsciously, Zheng Xiujin put the painting together and put it away.

But because Qin Yichen's eyes were uneasy, he didn't hold it firmly when he closed it, and with a click, the scroll fell to the ground.

Just drop it on the ground, it's spread out.

In the portrait, Zheng Xiujin's good figure with eight-pack abs muscles was seen by Qin Yichen.

Qin Yichen's dark eyes ignited a flame in an instant.

When the portrait fell to the ground, Ji Wennuan's heart also thumped, and her eyelids twitched.

Ji Wennuan looked at Qin Yichen's increasingly terrifying eyes and his increasingly ugly face.

She is so innocent, she doesn't want to see what she can explain.
Chapter completed!