The fake daughter turned into a rich man, but you, Mr. Si, can’t reach that level.

"Then I'll wait for you at home." Si Yechen didn't force anything and just obeyed the little girl's arrangements.

"You are not allowed to follow me secretly, and you are not allowed to send people to protect me secretly." Ouyan seemed to see through his trick, "Don't think that I don't know what you are planning."

Si Yechen didn't expect the little girl to be so smart and guessed it right away.

He hugged her smoothly, looked into her eyes and asked, "Is it dangerous if you don't let others follow you? Are you afraid that I will get involved? Are you worried about me?"

Before Ou Yan could answer, Si Yechen asked again, "Where did the other party come from?"

"I don't know yet, but the other party asked for confidentiality." Ouyan was still trying to convince him, "If they find out that I broke my promise and brought a group of bodyguards, and even you, then I will not be able to do business in the future. Already?"

Si Yechen punished her with a kiss, but he didn't expect that the little girl could speak eloquently with her small mouth.

He turned around and found a black hairpin and pinned it next to her round head.

"This is the latest locator. If you don't move for a long time, or the positioning is abnormal, I will go find you."

Ou Yan didn't expect that he still had such a thing at home. The ordinary-looking hairpin turned out to be a locator.

"It was specially studied." Si Yechen seemed to see her doubts and explained, "For your safety."

"Then I want to thank you very much." Ouyan stood on tiptoes and kissed him, hugged his neck, looked at his worried look, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will be back soon, everything will be fine."

"It's best like this." Si Yechen pressed his forehead against hers again, kissed her lips, and watched her leave, feeling a little reluctant and empty in his heart.

Ou Yan arrived at an old warehouse on the outskirts of Beijing ten minutes early as agreed.

There were more than a dozen bodyguards guarding the outside of the warehouse. When they saw a little girl getting out of the car, they couldn't help but be confused.

"I'll hand over the painting." Ou Yan came to the head of the bodyguard captain and said without changing her expression.

The bodyguard captain looked her up and down and said, "Sorry, go back and tell Yan Mo that the person our husband wants to see is him."

"I am Yan Mo."

The bodyguard captain was in disbelief again and looked at the little girl from top to bottom.

Yan Mo, known as the brush of Asia, the sage of Eastern painting, and a great master in the painting world, is actually a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl? ?

Who would believe it? ?

"Sorry, I'm not joking." The bodyguard captain said seriously.

"Me too, I guarantee it will be true."

Seeing that Ou Yan looked serious and not joking, the bodyguard captain was dubious and went in to report it to his husband.

After a while, he came out and invited, "Please come in."

Ou Yan was walking into the warehouse door with the painting. Suddenly, the bodyguard captain stretched out a hand to stop him, "I'm sorry, please take off the hairpin from your head."

Ou Yan: Was it discovered so quickly? ?

"It's safe inside." Seeing that Ouyan made no next move, the bodyguard captain explained, "Our husband will not do anything to you."

"Since I can't, it doesn't seem to make any difference whether I wear this hairpin or not."

"Our husband doesn't want others to know his whereabouts. I'm really sorry. Please forgive me."

Seeing that he meant no harm, Ou Yan took off the hairpin and handed it to him. The bodyguard captain took it respectfully and made an invitation gesture, "This way, please."

Ou Yan walked into the warehouse. The environment was spacious and bright. There was only a large desk in the middle of the warehouse, which was covered with pens, inks, paper and inkstones. There was no one around, but Ou Yan still found several cameras, some facing the desk and some facing her. .

"Sir, Miss Yan Mo is here." The bodyguard captain reported respectfully to the person in the earphone.

Ou Yan stood in front of the desk, exuding a cold aura.

After listening to the instructions in the earphone, the bodyguard captain said politely, "Miss Yan Mo, please open the painting."

Ou Yan spread the works on the desk, and what fell into the camera was a powerful and magnificent painting.

There are mountains and mountains, lush trees, winding water, and clouds and mist surrounding the mountains.

The appearance of scattered huts in the valley makes the environment more real and quiet, but the birds flying through the hazy and elegant clouds make people feel that the artistic conception is profound and a bit ethereal.

The bodyguard captain heard Mr.'s compliments coming from the earphones. There was no doubt that this painting was authentic.

"Miss Yan Mo, how can you prove that this work is yours?"

In the past, Ouyan would have only said "believe it or not" to such a question, but now, thinking of the man at home, in order to complete the task and go back early, she still picked up the paintbrush on the desk, dipped it in ink, and painted it in their preparation Draw a corner of your work on good drawing paper.

This corner, which occupies one-tenth of the entire painting, took less than five minutes to complete.

The bodyguard captain was stunned, and the people in the earphones were obviously stunned as well. They couldn't believe that a little girl could actually complete one-tenth of the painting in such a short period of time. The key is that this painting was really painted by Her hand!

She is really Yan Mo!

Seeing that none of them spoke, Ou Yan asked calmly, "Do you have any other questions?"

She has to drive out the next family and doesn't want to waste more time here.

"Miss Yan Mo, please wait a moment, our husband wants to see you in person."

After hearing what the bodyguard captain said, Ouyan stood there and waited. After a while, a middle-aged man quickly walked down the iron stairs, followed by dozens of bodyguards.

He was not wearing any gold or silver, nor was he wearing a brand-name watch on his wrist. He was dressed in casual clothes, like a successful man who would go out to play golf at any time.

Ou Yan judged from his well-maintained face and his overall temperament that his status was not simple.

He should be a big shot in a certain field.

"Teacher Yan Mo, I'm sorry..." The middle-aged man reached out his hand.

Ouyan shook hands with him.

His fingers were soft and generous, proving once again that he was pampered and had good living conditions.

"I first thought Teacher Yan Mo was a man, but I didn't expect him to be so young and beautiful." The middle-aged man said very respectfully, "My mother and I both like your paintings very much, and we can be said to be your fans."

"Thank you."

The middle-aged man picked up the work on the desk again and said with emotion, "The mountains, rocks and trees are dyed layer by layer with light ink, and then thicker ink is applied to break them up layer by layer. The thickness of the ink gives the whole layout a sense of comfort. It makes people feel that there is emptiness in reality, reality in emptiness, hanging springs with gushing water, gentle streams, clouds and mountains... Teacher Yan Mo’s paintings are really great!”

He suddenly felt that one hundred million was too little.

Such a painting is worth [-] million! !

"Do you still need to modify it?" Ouyan suddenly asked.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, seemed a little puzzled, and then looked at the bodyguard captain aside.

Revise?

What's the meaning? ?

The bodyguard captain explained, "When I communicated with the people under Teacher Yan Mo before, I was afraid that Teacher Yan Mo would not show up, so I asked someone to convey that if I was not satisfied with the painting, I needed her to cooperate with the revision in person."