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

"You are a treasure sister." Li Canxi was so happy that she couldn't help but rub Ou Yan's hair.

"Where's mine?" Li Sen was looking forward to what his sister would give him. Is it calligraphy and painting, or something else?

"Look at WeChat."

WeChat? ?

Li Sen was a little confused. When he opened it, he saw a clue.

Yan Yan has already found out that Yueyue's original family is in Beijing. She believes that the results will be found out within a few days.

"And this." Ou Yan handed over a small bottle, "You are a forensic doctor. Sometimes you inhale toxic gases during autopsy, or you are accidentally poisoned. You can eat this. There are detailed instructions above."

Previously, someone committed suicide with poisonous potion in a sealed space. The harmful substances in the potion volatilized into the air. A forensic doctor inhaled this gas during the autopsy. It was too late to be sent to the hospital for rescue.

"I'll take it with you." Li Sen didn't expect that his sister would always consider him, and he was immediately moved.

"Brother Xi... I don't know what he likes. I drew a painting just now, so I asked you to hand it over to me." Ou Yan handed another painting to Li Yihan.

"Yan Yan." At this time, Song Jiuzhou walked leisurely with a warm smile on his face.

"Uncle, happy holidays." Ouyan handed over the gift.

"Let me see what gift my precious niece gave me... Is this a painting by Yan Mo?"

When Song Jiuzhou saw this magnificent work, he knew it was written by Yan Mo. Unexpectedly, he felt sorry for his niece's wallet.

"Silly girl, you spend too much money..."

Yan Mo is known as a great master in the painting world. Song Jiuzhou knows very well how valuable her works are.

That can't be bought with money.

Xiaozhu on the side reminded him mischievously, "Sir, take a closer look. Does this drawing paper look familiar?"

Song Jiuzhou took a closer look and realized that it was really a spare piece of paper in his study, wasn't it?

Usually only Xiaozhu can enter and exit his study freely.

Therefore, Xiaozhu should have taken this paper.

But what’s with the majestic paintings above?

"This is what Miss Ouyan painted!" Xiaozhu smiled and couldn't help but reveal.

Song Jiuzhou was a little stunned, what?

While admiring the paintings given to him by his precious daughter, Li Yuanfu said, "Oh, Yan Yan is Yan Mo. She paints this very quickly. She can paint three paintings in one hour..."

Song Jiuzhou was stunned. He looked at his brother-in-law and sister in disbelief, and then at his nephews. They all seemed to know Yan Yan's identity...

So, is he the only one, Yan Mo, who doesn't know the famous name, standing in front of him?

Yan Mo is a master-level figure in the painting world. His painting level is so high that everyone in the painting world knows it.

Unexpectedly, Yan Mo, who is known as the Asian pen, the sage of Eastern painting, and the master of painting, would be his niece! !

"Yan Yan, you are really outstanding." Song Jiuzhou praised sincerely.

This kind of excellence is rare and rare.

"Uncle, you have to collect it. Yan Yan's works are extremely valuable. No matter how many people fight for them, they can't buy them." Li Sen said with a smile.

"If uncle thinks this drawing paper is too casual, you can give it to me, or sell it to me at a high price."

Li Canxi watched helplessly while Song Jiuzhou put away the painting with one hand and said, "Go aside."

Although it was created in a very short period of time, Ou Yan's smooth brushstrokes and bold style still achieved the effect of both form and spirit, and vivid charm.

As expected of a master of Yan Mo, he was able to portray the most difficult gods and shapes so well in such a short period of time.

At this time, Ouyan walked up to Li Yusha and handed over a gift.

Li Yusha was a little surprised, "Me, me too?"

She opened it and saw that it was written by Ou Yan with two Chinese characters: contentment and happiness.

She knew that Ouyan was Yan Ruchu, and these words could be said to be rare treasures.

Thinking of the meaning of the word "西", I also thought about the worthless bracelet I gave to Ouyan before, and what my uncle said...

Li Yusha looked a little ashamed.

"Thank you sister."

She felt a little guilty.

Everyone did not expect that Ouyan would prepare a gift for Li Yusha, and looked at her with gentler eyes.

The atmosphere seemed to become much more harmonious all of a sudden.

Song Jiuzhou found that the handwriting looked familiar, as if it was written by Yan Ruchu...

"I forgot to mention that Yan Yan is Yan Ruchu."

Song Jiuzhou looked at his sister in disbelief, "What did you say?"

After a while, Song Jiuzhou completely digested this fact.

I didn't expect my niece to be so outstanding and have so many identities...

Next, everyone sat on the sofa, Song Jiuzhou clapped his hands, and the programs were performed one after another.

There are dancers dancing ballet together, which is both beautiful and beautiful.

A magician came to the middle of the living room to perform magic tricks, which was very exciting.

There are clowns responsible for making fun, sketch actors, etc...

At this time, Ouyan looked at the time. It was almost nine o'clock. She suddenly remembered that she had promised Si Yechen to spend a little time with him.

"Where is it?" Ouyan took the initiative to send a WeChat message to Si Yechen.

Si Yechen, whose palms were so cold from the cold, replied as quickly as possible, "Are you done? I'm nearby. I'll pick you up when it's convenient for you."

"Now." After Ouyan sent the WeChat message, she whispered to her uncle, "I'll go out for a while."

Song Jiuzhou thought she was going out to the garden to get some fresh air, so he nodded and asked, "Do you need uncle to accompany you?"

"Need not."

Si Yechen got into the car and asked someone to drive the car opposite the villa.

There was plenty of heating in the car, and the driver couldn't help but be happy for Si Yechen.

Mr. Si was finally remembered!

Finally, I no longer have to be an ice sculpture outside!

I can finally get out of this hellish place!

After a while, Si Yechen got out of the car and walked towards the villa.

A beautiful girl walked out of the villa. Her skin was as good as snow, her facial features were outstanding, and her clear eyes were like stars in the sky.

It turned out that she was the person Mr. Si was waiting for.

What a beautiful girl. She looks several years younger than Mr. Si. I wonder if she is even eighteen years old.

It turns out that what Mr. Si was looking at just now was not the villa, but his sweetheart!

Si Yechen finally saw the girl he longed for, held her in his arms, and whispered in her ear, "Happy Christmas Eve and Merry Christmas."

White snowflakes fell one after another, like mist but not mist.

"Your gift." Ou Yan just drew an extra picture.

Because at my uncle’s house, I couldn’t do anything else and could only make improvised preparations with pen and paper.

"Do I still have a gift?" Si Yechen's eyes were filled with joy. He opened it and saw a couple hugging each other tightly in the snowy scenery.

The couple's body shape and clothing clearly represent the two of them.

Si Yechen's mood could no longer be described as happy. He reached out to touch the girl's face and said excitedly, "I like this gift so much. Did you prepare it for a long time?"

"..." Ouyan didn't dare to say, it would only be less than 20 minutes...