Ji Wennuan pulled the corner of her stiff mouth, squeezed out an embarrassing and polite smile, and walked towards Qin Yichen.

"Why is the Fourth Master here?"

After hearing this, Qin Yichen frowned slightly, "Can't I come?"

Ji Wennuan keenly smelled the smell of gunpowder and acetic acid that floated out of the air.

She shook her head, "No, I can come, of course I can come."

She raised her soft little face, looked at Qin Yichen's eyes full of stars, and whispered: "I'm very happy to be here, I'm happy."

Qin Yichen looked at Ji Wennuan with his pretty appearance, and the coldness on his face subsided.

He could easily let Ji Wennuan go, but he was not that generous to someone who wanted to pry his corner.

He crossed Ji Wennuan and walked to Zheng Xiujin.

Zheng Xiujin felt Qin Yichen's sharp eyes that led to Ling Chi, and his fear made him panic and took two steps back.

Ji Wennuan followed Qin Yichen and saw Zheng Xiujin like this, she was picking her eyes.

Qin Yichen picked up the painting that Zheng Xiujin accidentally fell to the ground and opened it.

Looking up, Zheng Xiujin in the portrait has a clear figure, not only her abdominal muscles and chest, but more importantly, her seductive feeling that seems to be there and there is nothing.

The painter's technique is very good, and Qin Yichen saw the desire.

He put away the portrait, clicked, and his movements were a little hard.

He looked at Zheng Xiujin, "I like dew very much?"

Zheng Xiujin had an extremely bad premonition and shook his head, "I don't like it, but the master of painting said that this is unique, I was fooled, yes, I was fooled, I was also a victim, a pure victim, I really don't look like this, this is a virtual character!"

He was indeed fooled.

But it was not the painter who fooled him, but someone else.

After he went back, he wanted to strangle the culprit to death.

victim?

In Ji Wennuan's opinion, Zheng Xiujin deserves it.

She was not interested in telling him not to open it.

He searched for a long time but still didn't give up. He just opened it when Qin Yichen arrived and dragged her into the water.

She is the most innocent and unlucky, okay?

While Ji Wennuan was complaining in her heart, Qin Yichen looked at her, "Do you like it very much?"

Ji Wennuan keenly smelled the breath of danger.

She shook her head, "No. Maybe Mr. Zheng thinks that she is so handsome, she must show her, but I haven't seen it."

Zheng Xiujin pointed at herself and looked at Ji Wennuan in surprise and hurt, "Aren't you interested in me? You put my portrait on the bed and said you should appreciate it slowly. Although every portrait I am very handsome, I think this one is the most suitable to appreciate in bed."

Zheng Xiujin's words made Qin Yichen's already cold face sink a little further.

He looked at Ji Wennuan's sleeping big bed.

Just now, Ji Wennuan threw the painting on the bed, then pulled the quilt and covered it casually, and one or two scrolls were exposed.

She had thought about how to coax Qin Yichen out of the room.

She didn't expect that Zheng Xiujin would sell her with such a big mouth.

If it weren't for Zheng Xiujin's big mouth, he wouldn't have been discovered at all.

Qin Yichen looked at Ji Wennuan with a deep look, "Is that true?"

Ji Wennuan was about to cry without tears, looked at Qin Yichen pitifully and shook her head.

She was just polite, and she was polite because of Zheng Xiujin's ability to make money.

“I want to appreciate it, too.”

Qin Yichen walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, and dozens of portraits were all taken in his eyes by Qin Yi.

Qin Yichen sat down, took the pair and opened it, put it down after reading it, and opened another pair to appreciate it one by one.

"good."

Ji Wennuan covers her face and supports her forehead.

She wants to cry very much.

Zheng Xiujin's expression was not much better than hers.

"Second Master, this is the thing."

Qin Yichen's eyes pulled out of the portrait and looked at Ji Wennuan, "You said."

Ji Wennuan stood in front of Qin Yichen and wanted to give up the blame, but Zheng Xiujin was there, so it was difficult to get rid of it.

She opened her mouth several times, but didn't know what to say, and squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying at Qin Yichen.

The atmosphere in the room was stagnant.

Ji Wennuan was about to let Zheng Xiujin leave and coax Qin Yichen well. Zhu Tiantian ran in from outside excitedly.

"Sister Sister, I have brought the portrait of Mr. Lu you want. This was painted by him and delivered by himself!"

Ji Wennuan wailed in her heart, this fucking life.

Is there anyone more unlucky than her?

Before Zhu Tiantian could enter the room, she felt something was wrong.

In this hot summer, the room is like a refrigerator, and the air is cool.

Qin Yichen sat on the bed, domineering and mighty.

Ji Wennuan stood beside him, as cowardly as if she had made a mistake, making Zhu Tiantian feel uncomfortable.

What can her senior sister make mistakes?

Ji Wennuan stared at Zhu Tiantian, winked at her, and grinded her teeth and asked, "When did I ask you to take it?"

Zhu Tiantian understood and reluctantly said: "That's because I remembered it wrong. Mr. Zheng asked me to get it."

Zheng Xiujin immediately said, "Yes, it's me, Lu Mingcang's painting skills are first-class. I'm curious about what he painted himself. I'm afraid that the painters on the market would not be as handsome as him, so I drew a few more paintings just to compete with him!"

Qin Yichen looked expressionless and looked at Zhu Tiantian spreading her hands: "Take it over and show it to me."

Zhu Tiantian held the portrait's hand tightened. She wanted to say no, but she acted quickly and responded in one step.

She quickly walked to Qin Yichen, opened the portrait in her hand and sent it to him.

I miss my former brother-in-law so gentle.

It's not like now, it looks like someone else owes him millions.

"Senior sister is choosing a husband now, and it is normal to look at the portrait."

Ji Wennuan couldn't smile, so she glanced at Zhu Tiantian and shut up.

If you can't speak, don't speak.

The scroll opens.

On the portrait, at night, the moon, and the starry sky, the green rice fields can be vaguely seen.

A carriage was slowly driving on the empty suburbs road, and Lu Mingcang followed behind the carriage.

He was wearing white clothes, and his clothes were placed in the night wind, and a corner of them blew gently.

He occupied 30% of the entire painting, nor did he draw a front face, but he could feel that he was staring at the carriage in front of him.

That gaze has a lofty sense of protection, which makes people feel moved.

Compared to those who are intimate and straight faces, the artistic conception is many times more advanced, and there is also a sense of story.

Ji Wennuan looked at the portrait and remembered it quickly.

This was when she first came to the Mo tribe that night.

Lu Mingcang is much better than those well-known painters, and anyway, he is more touching than those portraits of Zheng Xiujin.

The portrait of Lu Mingcang is not like being used for choosing a husband, but more like being used to express something else.

Qin Yichen saw Ji Wennuan distracted from looking at the portrait, and closed it in anger.

“When did it come?”

Ji Wennuan came to her senses, "I don't know, I haven't even watched it. It should be a few days."

Zhu Tiantian, an insider, replied: "The morning before yesterday, I also sent a lot of calligraphy and paintings, all of which are very valuable."

Qin Yichen threw the things in his hand onto the bed and said coldly: "Go out!"

Ji Wennuan turned around and pretended to leave, but was grabbed by Qin Yichen, "You stay!"
Chapter completed!