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Chapter 103 The Countess and the Oil Painting ([-])

The store manager looked coldly at him, and flatly rejected Jiu Jin's request. It's better for them not to get involved in these matters among the old Western European nobles.

"That's good, I want to chat more with this oriental girl!" Chris put a hand on Don't Forget's shoulder, grinning recklessly.

"Meow~" A paw slapped down, and Ah Ci glared at Chris's hand viciously, ready to pounce on it and take a bite at any moment.

Ah Ci, this big fat cat, is very jealous.

"Don't bother me anymore, let's say goodbye." The store manager declined the invitation on behalf of Wu Wang.

Just as he was about to take a step forward, a note fell quietly, with only one word written on it: Good.

Naturally, only the four of them could see this note, and if it was seen by others, it might cause panic.

With Don't forget's approval, Jiujin would not care about the store manager's wishes, and excitedly ran to Balke's side to discuss oil paintings.

Reluctantly, the store manager took back the half of his leg that he had stepped forward, and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Let's go! Leave him alone!" Chrissy, a girl who spoke without restraint, pushed Wu Wang's shoulder and walked inside, taking Xiao Shiliang along with her. She also liked such a cute kid. Before leaving, he still stuck out his tongue at the store manager to make a face.

This girl really doesn't look like a nobleman at all. The store manager shook his head and sighed. As a nobleman, he should have a graceful temperament like Alexia, and he can't mess around like this. not bad.

"Since it's so close, why don't you come to my house as a guest and stay tonight." Before she knew it was getting late, Chris warmly invited Wu Wang and his party to their home. She also wanted to chat with Wu Wang more, although Wu Wang They can only write, but this does not affect their communication at all.

Turn to look at the store manager, and don't forget to ask his opinion with your eyes.She always likes to make her own decisions and rarely asks for other people's opinions. On rare occasions, the store manager will naturally let her go, so she nodded in agreement.

Following the two of them to their castle, Jiu Jin couldn't wait to see the oil painting of Balk's family. As soon as he entered the hall, everyone's eyes were caught by the oil painting. In the oil painting, a girl on horseback held a whip in one hand and Reins, staring straight ahead with piercing eyes, as if about to jump out of the painting in the next moment.

"This painting has a history of at least two or three hundred years." Jiujin rested his chin in one hand, meditating.

"Indeed, it is rumored that it was a gift from a friend." Balck stood beside him, with a look of pride in his eyes. Painting such works is his lifelong pursuit!
Chris also stood beside them, looking at the oil painting in admiration. This is their ancestor: Elodie de Toulouse Lautrec.Her biggest dream is to be as strong as her ancestors back then, to be able to be alone.

"This painting is full of true feelings..." Jiujin commented in a straight-forward manner, and when he talked about peace, he would start talking non-stop. Except for Balk, everyone else was talking and laughing to themselves, and they didn't bother to talk to Jiujin. Jin, this is their consistent principle.

Don't forget to hold a hot black teacup and chat with Chris, Jiu Jin's loud voice suddenly broke the original harmonious and peaceful atmosphere, causing the store manager to frown slightly, "How noisy is it?" He wrote After Daoyan swept away, Jiu Jin immediately fell silent and lowered the volume of his discussion with Balk.

He lowered his eyebrows, and don't forget to stroke Ah Ci's hair a few times. Ah Ci lazily wagged his tail a few times, and shifted to a more comfortable position in her arms to sleep with squinting eyes.

The heating temperature in the room was just right, and when Chrissy chatted with the store manager for a while, Dou Wang leaned on the sofa and sank in front of her, with a few strands of long hair covering half of her brows and eyes, and she held A Ci in a lazy posture.

Shi Liang thoughtfully brushed her broken hair behind her ears, and sat obediently by the side to wait.

"This child is so good." Chris praised Shiliang sincerely, not noticing the gloom in his eyes, he is no longer a child, and one day, his body will grow up...

(End of this chapter)