100 Billion Marriage Contract: Husband with a black belly slowly flirts with her

Mr. Qiao in Wang Yu's mouth is the landlord's son. He recently opened a gallery in the city, and usually buys some good paintings of high quality, but good paintings are rare these days. He had to reluctantly give up the sky-high price, so he has always been in a state of longing for good paintings.

After exchanging pleasantries with Nan Lisheng, he soon saw her work, and his eyes immediately brightened.

The painting is not big, just an ordinary size. It shows two people, a man and a woman, holding a little girl by the hand. The composition of the whole picture is reasonable. The background is a sunset that is about to sink. A thin layer of gold edging is illuminated, and the use of color is bold and bright, which looks very beautiful.

When he saw it, he knew he had picked up a treasure. Although the painting in front of him did not seem to be very mature in some places, it was full of aura. It was obvious that the person who painted it was a very spiritual painter.

He turned around excitedly and looked at her with bright eyes: "Did you draw this painting?"

His demeanor was too enthusiastic, which made her a little uneasy. She shrank and said, "I drew it."

Mr. Qiao took a deep breath, turned around and said to Wang Yu, "Look at it too."

Wang Yu had noticed this a long time ago, and after he finished speaking, he looked at it and was amazed in his heart. When he saw her before, he thought she was just a rich girl, but he didn't expect her to be so talented in painting.

Wang Yu and Mr. Qiao looked at each other, and they both understood what the other was thinking.

Wang Yu's duty is to use his professional knowledge to look out for Mr. Qiao, so as to avoid mistakes, and Mr. Qiao still has the right to make the decision.

Mr. Qiao pondered for a while, and said to Nan Lisheng: "Your painting is not bad, I accept it, and you make a price."

Nan Lisheng thought for a while and said, "I don't know the market very well, so you can agree on the price."

Mr. Qiao was a little surprised: "It seems that Ms. Yi really believes in me, well, since you are so straightforward, then I don't have to worry about it." After finishing speaking, he gave a number.

He was still a little worried that she would not be satisfied, because although the painting is good, it is not well-known after all. If it is true, it is definitely not comparable to such a famous painting, so he can't ask for a high price.

But his worry was completely unnecessary, she just thought about it for a while, then nodded and agreed.

Being so easy to talk to made Mr. Qiao a little embarrassed. He lowered the price just now, and he was going to ask her to counter the price, but she actually agreed. It seems that this little girl is good and worth dating.

In fact, how did he know that the reason why she didn't counter the price was that she didn't know the market at all. Before that, she learned painting from a professor at school and practiced her skills every day. Mr. Joe lowered the price.

After a small misunderstanding, he got a good evaluation from Mr. Qiao, but Wang Yu felt a little aggrieved, but he couldn't intervene. Looking at Nan Lisheng's calm face, he sighed slightly in his heart. He couldn't speak.

Mr. Qiao was very talkative, and he took out his mobile phone to transfer the money to her, and then the two of them took off the painting together.

Nan Lisheng felt that she could bear it. She tried her best to pretend to be calm, showing that she didn't care at all, and didn't care whether the money was too much or too little, but God knows how excited she was. It was the first time to make money by my own ability, and the money seemed to be quite a lot.

Of course, the money was not comparable to the price of those famous painters, but it was enough for her to jump up happily after sending them out and closing the door.

She walked around the room several times excitedly, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. She grabbed her phone and called Leng Jiayi: "Jiayi, did you know that my painting has been sold."

"Really? That's really congratulations." Although Leng Jiayi didn't have any feelings for Huahua, it didn't hinder her company friends, not to mention that the people beside her were not ordinary people.

"Really Jiayi, I'm so happy, this is the first painting I sold." She was still chattering.

Leng Jiayi's face was almost frozen with laughter, seeing the wide eyes of the person in front of her, she sighed in her heart, and silently handed the phone to the person in front of her.

The other party saw the answer from her expression, snatched the phone over, covered her mouth in shock after hearing Nan Lisheng's voice, and wept silently.

"...Hey, Jiayi, why don't you talk?" Nan Lisheng talked for a while and found that she had no voice at all, so she couldn't help but feel a little strange: "Are you still listening?"

"Li Sheng..." After she called for a long time, the person over there finally spoke, but she couldn't help crying after just saying two words: "Li Sheng, you are so cruel..."

"Mom..." Nan Lisheng was in a bad mood. Hearing her mother's familiar voice, she was so shocked that she almost threw her phone away: "Why is it you, mother? I...I miss you too..."
Li Xin heard the voice of his daughter who had lost news for many days, his face was full of tears, although he had already heard the news that his daughter was fine from Leng Jiayi before, but the voice of his own daughter could not compare to being separated by a person. In an instant, all the worries in my heart turned into tears, rolling down, and soon wet more than half of the clothes in front of me.

"You...why don't you contact me, even if you don't come back to make a phone call, mom really raised you for nothing..." She barely held back her tears, complaining shortly and continuously.

Nan Lisheng was also full of tears. Hearing her mother say this, she felt unspeakably wronged. Was it for their own good that she didn't dare to contact them before?Bai Jinyan's subordinates are so powerful, they will kill if they say they want to, what if he finds out the secret of his parents?
But now that her mother is crying so much, she can only comfort her while admitting her mistake: "I'm sorry Mom, I will never do it again."

After speaking, Li Xin burst into tears again.

Leng Jiayi sighed on the side. She didn't think of revealing her friend's whereabouts before. Who told her to call when she was visiting her aunt. Auntie is such a sensitive person, she knows it just by hearing a few words. .

After Li Xin vented, she wiped away her tears and asked about Nan Lisheng's previous affairs. She didn't dare to say too much, so she could only vaguely choose something that didn't make people angry, and then told her mother: "I'm I can't come back yet, you can rest assured that I will be fine, just treat it as if I went to work in other places, let me tell you, my painting was sold just now, and there is still a lot of money, which is enough for me to live for a long time. "

She said this to reassure her mother, but she didn't expect Li Xin to cry again when she heard it: "My poor daughter, it's your turn to go to the joint to sell paintings now, come back soon..."

Nan Lisheng's head was full of black lines, and she listened to her mother's crying and explained: "I'm not selling paintings on the street, I'm selling them to galleries, it's not what you think..."

"I don't care, come back quickly, or I'll go find you!" Li Xin's character was very gentle, but when it came to his daughter's matter, he became tough.

Nan Lisheng regretted so much that she would not have told her about selling paintings if she had known about it. At this point, she would definitely not be able to go back in a short time, and it would be troublesome if Bai Jinyan was attracted.

But I couldn't tell my mother about it too clearly. If I said it, it would be more troublesome, so I had to agree vaguely, and then found an excuse to hang up the phone.

She let go of the phone, and felt like she was sweating profusely after a hard explanation. She really didn't expect her mother to have such a big reaction to her sale of paintings.

But it's not surprising if you think about it carefully. Nan Lisheng is the only child in the family. Her parents are both artists and painters. Her ability to paint is entirely due to her genes. She is naturally more sensitive to colors than ordinary people. She has always been a student with high hopes from the school professor. The professor even said that her talent is the highest among the students he has taught, as long as she is neither arrogant nor rough, and works hard, her future achievements will be limitless.

It's a pity that until now, her bright future has been shattered with Bai Jinyan's strong intervention in her life.

She sat there for a long time in a state of disappointment, the previous excitement had disappeared without a trace, and all that was left was the sadness in her heart.

She looked at her hands, slender and fair, with some unwashed paint between her fingers. These are a pair of standard painter's hands, but her original bright future has been cast a shadow, and she can no longer I don't know where the future lies.

She sat there for a long time that day, until it was dark, and then she slowly came back to her senses.

The following days are still very peaceful, similar to before, oh of course, there is still a little difference, that is, now she has an extra friend, Wang Yu, after the previous chance meeting, he seems to regard their previous friendship as important He attaches great importance to it, and I don't know where he got her phone number. From time to time, he calls to harass her for a while, which sometimes annoys her, and sometimes finds it very funny.

Anyway, two people slowly formed a friendship and became friends under one intention and the other unintentionally.

On this day, Wang Yu excitedly called her again. She shook her hands that were numb from painting for a long time, and picked up the phone. Before she could speak, Wang Yu said excitedly: "Li Sheng , to tell you good news."

"What?" She asked absent-mindedly as she still couldn't recall her thoughts on the painting.

"That painting of yours, it didn't take long for us to hang it up, and it was bought by someone. It was sold..." He said a figure, which was two times higher than when Mr. Qiao bought it from her. times.

"Are you happy that your paintings are valued so much?" Wang Yu asked excitedly after finishing speaking.

"Well, happy." She was really happy to hear such news. Although Mr. Qian Qiao would not give it to her, she was also very happy to know that her paintings were liked by others.

Hearing the indifference in her words, Wang Yu asked cautiously, "Are you unhappy? I know the price Mr. Qiao gave was a bit low, but..."

She couldn't laugh or cry: "No, I don't think so."

"Then you..."

"I'm drawing." She said something very simply, and Wang Yu immediately understood.

"Sorry to interrupt your drawing."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, today is about the same." She threw the brush aside and looked at the semi-finished product in front of her with satisfaction. This time she painted a landscape. The brush strokes were different from the last time. The colors were bleak and dull. , It seems that the heart is very depressed.