After being read, the fake daughter became the group's favorite

Jing Yi's villa is not very big, and the interior decoration is elegant and simple. The simple style makes the oil paintings on the wall easier to see.

After entering the door, Director Xu noticed these oil paintings. There are landscape paintings, but most of them have Jing Yi's figure, and there are also portraits of Jing Yi when racing.

Director Xu felt a little strange. After all, in his impression, Jing Yi is not a person who likes to show off.

The landscape paintings are very beautiful, and the oil paintings on the racing field also give people a refreshing feeling.

"What are those paintings?"

Director Xu couldn't help asking out of curiosity.

Jing Yi turned her eyes away, and a shallow dimple appeared on her cheeks, as if she was filled with a little satisfaction.

Jing Zejun on the side answered for her: "That was painted by her family's Mr. Shen."

The fact that Shen Huaichu could paint surprised everyone in the Jing family. Later, thinking about it, Shen Tu herself is also a very good painter, and it is not surprising that her nephew has some painting skills.

It just feels that painting is not very suitable for Shen Huaichu.

Everyone who heard about this for the first time was surprised, such as Director Xu at this moment. He widened his eyes, "Mr. Shen painted it?!" He looked at the paintings again, his eyes full of shock.

No wonder Jing Yi's figure is almost in all these paintings.

[Ah? ! Who painted it? ! ]

[... I even thought that Jing Yi Yi specially asked someone to paint it, and never thought that it was Mr. Shen who painted it. ]

[I thought Jing Yi Yi, like Mr. Jing, likes to put self-portraits at home. ]

[When did you see Mr. Jing's home? ]

[No, I just thought Mr. Jing should be a person with this kind of temperament. ]

[... Mr. Jing's reputation was damaged. ]

[No, the key point now is that Shen Huaichu, the president of Huarui, can actually paint oil paintings? ! ]

[Cold knowledge: Shen Huaichu's aunt is the well-known domestic oil painting master Shen Tu. ]

[Putting a portrait of your lover at home, and painting it yourself, it's so romantic! ]

Netizens are still immersed in the romantic love story of Jing Yi and Shen Huaichu, and Jing Yi is already a little uncomfortable.

It's over, Mr. Shen's dignity is going to plummet again.

......

In fact, Jing Yi didn't know that Shen Huaichu could paint much earlier than Jing Zejun and others. She learned it from Gu Lin.

That day, Gu Lin was so mysterious that he kept an eye on Shen Huaichu's figure, which made Jing Yi curious.

"...It's that room, it will definitely give you goose bumps."

Jing Yi secretly looked over. She has been to Shen Huaichu's house several times. Isn't the place Gu Lin pointed to a guest room?

Gu Lin was still secretly glancing at Shen Huaichu, "It used to be a guest room, but after my brother came back from treatment, it was completely transformed."

Although, what's the matter with this sneaky atmosphere?

Jing Yi glanced at Shen Huaichu not far away, and whispered unconsciously: "So, what has it been changed to?" Gu Lin said mysteriously: "My brother's masterpiece display room!"

Masterpiece? What masterpiece?

Jing Yi frowned. Can't she finish her words at once?

Gu Lin pretended to be profound and told her that she had to go and see it herself to ensure that she would be shocked to the point of goose bumps, and said that he would help her hold Shen Huaichu.

This? Isn't it bad to peek into other people's secrets? Even unmarried couples should have a sense of boundaries, right?

Jing Yi said without hesitation: "Okay! Remember to hold him for me!" She stepped onto the stairs and opened the door while Shen Huaichu was not paying attention.

That day, Jing Yi saw the mysterious room that Gu Lin mentioned. She did not feel the feeling that Gu Lin said, but her heart collapsed and she felt a little soft.

She stood at the door, and Shen Huaichu hurried over with a hint of fear in his eyes. He didn't even have time to blame Gu Lin, and his heart and eyes were full of Jing Yi's reaction.

Looking at Shen Huaichu, Jing Yi smiled, and her eyebrows and eyes curved.

"Gu Lin! Don't peek!"

After saying that, she put her arms around Shen Huaichu's neck and offered herself to him, lightly touching his thin lips. It was a little cold, but it didn't matter.

Gu Lin: Well, another pair of mushy unmarried couples!

...

After getting Jing Yi's "tacit consent", Shen Huaichu became "blatant".

Also on the racetrack, in the same stand, Jing Zeqian looked at Shen Huaichu on the side, with a complicated expression and a hint of speechlessness.

He always felt that Shen Huaichu's "illness" was not cured, but "crazy" instead.

Just like now, holding an oil painting brush, painting? On the racetrack?

What's wrong with this?

Jing Zeqian leaned over to take a look, and the painting was actually pretty good. He took another look, and it seemed that he was not idle during the treatment.

Take another look, it really kills time, after this painting, the race is almost over.

Shen Huaichu: "...Brother, what's up?"

The subtext is: If you have nothing to do, leave smoothly and smoothly, don't delay him.

Jing Zeqian seemed not to understand, but asked curiously: "You can actually paint, when did you learn it?" The others beside him also pricked up their ears silently.

Although they were very "disdainful" of Jing Zeqian's behavior, they couldn't help but be curious about it.

How could Shen Huaichu not see what others were thinking? He sighed silently in his heart, put down the brush, and answered resignedly.

"When I was about four or five years old, I don't remember the exact time." After all, it has been so long, and his memory of learning oil painting is still stuck in the scene of his father and aunt's "argument".

After his parents died, he never thought of picking it up again, but during that period, he really needed a sustenance, otherwise, he really couldn't make it.

Jing Zeqian was a little surprised, looking up and down at Shen Huaichu, "I thought you learned it during the time you disappeared." Shen Huaichu was silent. Apart from Jing Yi, only Jing Zeqian would be so straightforward to talk about his "disappearance".

However, Jing Zeqian really understood that he was going to treat his illness, not to take a vacation.

"... I don't have such a great ability yet." If he hadn't practiced hard when he was a child, he would probably have forgotten it almost by now.

Others suddenly realized that Shen Huaichu's aunt Shen Tu was an oil painter, so it was not surprising that Shen Huaichu could paint.

But if Shen Huaichu said that if his aunt really evaluated his paintings, his paintings would definitely be disliked, but it didn't matter, anyway, he only had one audience.

Shen Huaichu looked at the figure wearing a helmet in the painting, his deep eyes were gentle.

But there are people who can't understand his expression, "Why are you in a daze? You have to draw it before Jing Yiyi's competition. If there is enough time, how about drawing one for me too?"

Shen Huaichu: ... not very good.

"I don't require so many details and backgrounds, how about just drawing me? That is..."

Jing Zeqian was still imagining the scene of himself being drawn, and Shen Huaichu was already numb.

He was wrong, he should take this secret to the underground.

Later, Lin Ruiqing couldn't stand it anymore and pulled him away.