After his rebirth, Si Ye was addicted to his wife

President Zhu's complexion was extremely pale, and he tried his best to suppress his anger, "Have you had enough trouble? It was the master you said you wanted to invite for appraisal. Now I have invited someone for you, and you said that he has taken advantage of me!"

Yun Qian was also very angry, "This painting is indeed made by Ye Ran!"

Chinese painting is sacred to him.

What's more, Yeran is the only master of Chinese painting he admires. Over the years, he has devoted himself to studying Yeran's paintings, just to defend the pure land in his heart.

After the appraisal results came out, the audience was in an uproar.

They looked at Ye Anya with suspicion and disgust.

"Do you still want to show some face? This painting was not painted by Ye Ran, who painted it, could it be you who painted it?"

"Didn't Master Yunqian say that this painting was written by Yeran? What else do you want?"

"Could it be true or false because you can't make up your mind? Are you not in a good mental state?"

"..."

"How is it possible? I clearly heard them say..." Ye Anya fell into self-doubt.

Not only did she hear it.

She also saw President Zhu take out the painting from the studio.

What went wrong?

At this moment, her brain is in a mess, and she can't figure out all the clues.

Looking at Ye Nanqing again, I saw her resting her chin on one hand and looking at her leisurely, as if watching a good show, with an inscrutable smile on the corner of her mouth.

She was still so tall and calm.

It didn't seem like she was at a loss, flustered and confused.

Being stared at by Ye Nanqing like that, Ye Anya felt like she was being played.

She saw the security guard walking towards her again, her eyes widened suddenly, she pointed at Ye Nan and shouted hysterically: "You obviously drew the picture above, right? You did it, I heard it all! "

Air condensation.

"You said this painting was drawn by me?" Ye Nanqing stood up from his seat generously and smiled slightly.

"That's really embarrassing, I don't have the superb painter like Ye Ran, and the imitated "Landing the Moon Picture" can be so lifelike."

"As for me, I'm just a little-known newcomer who has just joined Master Fan Yan. I don't have a single work that can be sold. Yeran is also the object of my worship. How dare I compare her with her?"

Ye Anya stared blankly at Ye Nanqing, and felt that what she said made sense.

That's right, if this painting is really painted by Ye Nanqing, it must be an obviously crude imitation, how could Yun Qian not see it?

But Ye Anya didn't have time to think so much.

The security at the scene held her up and took her out unceremoniously.

While struggling to look back, the nobles sitting there looked at her with eyes like looking at trash, and their eyes were full of disgust and ridicule...

Especially Ye Nanqing, who was the most eye-catching, actually gave her a "puchi" smile.

Ahhhhh!

Ye Anya's head looked like it had been doused with oil, and she was furious!

She couldn't figure out why she was the one who had the chance to win every time, but she was also the one who lost face in the end.

After watching the good show, Ye Nanqing stretched comfortably.

Gu Sihan also stood up and put his arms around her waist, "You little newcomer, let's go."

Ye Nanting heard his yin and yang strangeness, "What are you doing?"

Gu Sihan stroked her hair, and said again: "You, how dare you compare with Yeran?"

Ye Nanqing gritted his teeth, "Enough is enough! Are you resenting me for not telling you earlier?"

Gu Sihan pinched her chin, "The angry look is so cute."

Ye Nanqing patted his hand away, and muttered in a low voice, "Who told you that you don't like my paintings."

"Didn't I tell you later that I really like your paintings."

"What you say later doesn't count!" Ye Nanqing insisted on his usual forceful words.

"So what's the deal?"

Ye Nanqing fell silent.

Gu Sihan approached Ye Nanqing's ear, his voice lowered and deep, scratching people's itch.

He said: "I really like Yeran."

Ye Nanqing blushed.

She told him that she was Ye Ran, what was he going to do by saying that again?Really.

Gu Sihan didn't give up, he insisted on asking: "Is it forgotten now?"

Ye Nanqing: "..."

She quickened her pace and walked forward.

Gu Sihan's low-pitched and playful voice sounded behind him: "Some people were not like this at the auction just now."

"It's not like that?"

"Didn't you say that I have you? You said that you will only paint for me in the future, and you also said that I have what others have, and I will have what others don't..."

He speaks very loudly.

For fear that the people around won't hear it.

"Stop talking." Ye Nan turned back to hold him, and covered his mouth with his hand, "You are the president of Gu Corporation, do you know how many people were watching you just now?"

"So what?" Gu Sihan's thin lips curled up slightly, and when he took her hand away from his mouth, he gently touched the back of her hand with his lips, "My wife loves me very much, Isn't it worth showing off?"

When he said this, his eyes were clear pools that he had never seen before, bright and clear.

Ye Nanqing also smiled, and made a silent gesture, "Shh! Keep a low profile."

Coming out of the auction venue, Gu Sihan took her out for a stroll, bought some things, and then returned to Yiyuan.

Lying on the bed at night, Ye Nanqing remembered that he would go to Wen's tomorrow for a meeting to discuss the progress of the Dasong Fenghua project.

She quickly found Wen Shiyue's WeChat.

[Sister Wen, what time is the meeting time? 】

Wen Shiyue replied quickly: [I have been hospitalized these days, so the meeting was cancelled. 】

Ye Nanqing's heart tightened.

[Hospitalized?Why hospitalized? 】

[Is it sick?Still hurt? 】

【what's the situation?is it serious? 】

She sent several messages in succession, only to realize that she was too anxious when she saw that the other party had been in the state of "typing in".

However, after Wen Shiyue's "typing" status disappeared, a message popped up on the phone immediately.

[It's okay, I was just hit on the knee by an electric car. 】

After finding out that Wen Shiyue was staying at the First Hospital of Kyoto, Ye Nanqing hurriedly bought some fruit and snacks early the next morning to visit her.

Arriving at Wen Shiyue's ward and taking a look in from the outside, Ye Nanqing was stunned.

Inside stood a group of white-collar workers in suits.

Wen Shiyue's voice came from inside, sometimes cold and sometimes cold, and it sounded like he was explaining about work.

Ye Nanqing thought for a while, put the fruit in his hand on the bench in the corridor, sat down, and started playing match [-].

until another person sits next to him.

She was fascinated by playing match [-], knowing that there was someone sitting next to her, she didn't raise her eyes, but moved her body to the other side, moving some distance away.

After clearing another round, a man's hoarse and deep voice came from my ear.

"It seems... I didn't come to Kyoto in vain."

Ye Nanqing was startled, turned his head, and the moment his eyes met, he was very surprised.

"Why are you here?"

The man suppressed the excitement in his heart, and a faint smile appeared on his pale face.

"Qingqing, long time no see."