Dangerous love of a wealthy family: a warrant for fleeing his wife at a sky-high price

"What are you doing?" Even though the two of them were together, Han Ziye still sent her a message to chat with her, not because he was bored, but because he knew her too well and guessed her mood extremely accurately.

"Wait for you." She replied to him.

"Well, I'll look for you when I see grandfather in a while." Han Ziye replied again.

"Haven't seen it yet?"

"No."

"why?"

After this message, Han Ziye did not send any new messages for a long time.So, while waiting for Han Ziye's news, Jingshaji took out his drawing board, sat by the stream and began to draw.

Painting always calms her mood, no matter when.

I remember back then, during the days when his father disappeared, Jing Shaji also relied on painting to mediate himself.

She focused on describing the scene in front of her, but her mind was full of what her father had just said.

"Your paintings are very unique." A voice speaking English suddenly came from behind her.

Thorn and seabuckthorn trembled in fright, and his strokes were crooked.

She couldn't help turning around to look at the speaker, and saw an old man with white hair and blue eyes standing behind her watching her draw.

The old man stood behind her for an unknown amount of time, but there was no sound at all, and Seabuckthorn didn't notice anything at all.

"You are..." She spoke Chinese without paying attention, but unexpectedly, the old man immediately showed surprise, stared at her for a long time, then nodded with a clear smile, and said in Chinese, "Also Yes, you do look like a little Asian girl."

Jingshaji was a little dazed by the old man, just looked at him blankly and smiled, then remembered to bow to him and said: "Hello, I..."

"Who taught you how to draw?" The old man was obviously not very interested in what she had to say, but put the realization on her drawing board again, and said, "The style of your big sketch is very similar to that of an old friend of mine. "

Jingshaji was slightly taken aback, and when he looked at the old man again, his eyes were somewhat alert.

Could it be that he is... Han Ziye's... grandfather? !

Thinking of this, her whole body became tense, let the old man take the painting in her hand, looked at it carefully, nodded and said: "It really looks like him, it really looks like his style." Said Then, the old man raised his head again, stared at her with those green eyes, and asked, "Can you tell me, who did you learn your painting from?"

"When I was young, I always learned the basics from my dad, and later I learned some from my teacher at school, but the person who really gave me the style was my master, Robert Chen."

Sure enough, as soon as she announced the name, the old man's eyes showed a sharp edge.

"Robert? Are you his apprentice?"

"...Yes, sir." She didn't dare to neglect, and replied.

"He passed away?"

"...Yes, sir." Jing Seabuckthorn silently clenched her hands, and suddenly remembered that it was she who gave the cup of poisoned coffee to the master with her own hands, and it was she who killed her master with her own hands.

This is a stain that she can't erase in her whole life!

Well, if Han Ziye's grandfather and her master are old friends, then would he know that the one who killed his friend back then was——

Thinking of this, Jingshabuckthorn's heart felt like a huge rock was blocked, which made her extremely sad.

While he was at a loss, a maid in the distance suddenly yelled at the old man: "Hey! Old George! You came to be lazy again before the grass in the east courtyard was mowed?!"