The wealthy man who got married in a flash marriage can’t hide his wife’s vest anymore

Qing Li caught this trace of disgust, or it could be said that this sister didn't want to hide it at all.

I can't understand it. Your house is too complicated.

"What's the matter with you?" The woman didn't answer Qing Li, but asked calmly.

"I just wandered here and thought it was...beautiful."

Before she finished speaking, the woman knelt down and continued working, ignoring her.

Qing Li touched her nose. She remembered that He Jiangyu's sister was called He Nanxi. It was a nice name, but why couldn't the two sisters' names be the same?

Isn’t it popular for big families to have rows?

He Nanxi worked silently, while Qingli felt at ease and began to stroll around.

Xu was too impressed by the two rose trees at the door. No matter how beautiful the flowers were, she just sighed.

She felt that she had the material for the live broadcast at night.

With inspiration, Qing Li stopped lingering and turned back to the room.

It would be a pity if the rose tree had no color, so Qingli prepared several kinds of paint this time.

She put on an apron made of light blue rose branches, then turned on the live broadcast to prepare for painting.

As soon as the live broadcast started, more than twenty people entered immediately, which made her feel strange.

Will there be traffic after just one live broadcast?

That's a good thing.

At this moment, in various family houses, old people over 60 entered the live broadcast room with the help of servants or children.

Seeing that slender hand, the old people waved away the servants and planned to watch the live broadcast quietly. Some juniors stayed behind out of curiosity.

Qingli put the ring on his finger and picked up the pen.

An ID named ‘Qingqing my heart’ spoke in the comment area.

[Why do I have to wear this plain ring every time I draw? What kind of material is this? It looks like jade but not jade. 】

Before Qing Li started painting, he raised his right index finger when he saw this message, "This is not jade, this is a ring made of Bodhi fruit."

Qingqing my heart: [Does it have any meaning? 】

Qing Li: "It doesn't mean anything, I just like it."

Her god of joy is wood, so strong wood is good for luck, but this kind of thing is not well publicized on the Internet, and no one may believe it.

Qing Li began to concentrate on painting and no longer looked at the comment section.

The blue paper roll is formed by dotting the ink.

There were always more than twenty people in the comment area, and as her scroll unfolded, the number of people began to increase slowly.

666: [What is the anchor drawing? Rose? 】

Honeysuckle: [I just clicked in and saw two rose trees. I was also drunk! 】

The chicken pecks the rice: [There is no common sense at all. Roses can still grow on trees. Even if it is not realistic, at least it has some common sense. 】

Qingqing I thought: [Why is there no rose tree? I have seen rose trees. 】

Honeysuckle: [Upstairs, your roses grow on trees? Did you get your primary school diploma? 】

Qingqing my heart: [My rose grows on the tree, and it looks exactly like in the painting! 】

The chicken pecked at the rice: [It’s so funny, even if your rose grows on a tree, are your roses still so big? This is probably as big as a bowl of the ocean. 】

Qingqing my heart: [I said exactly the same thing, the flowers are so big! 】

He Qingqing's face was gloomy, and she was quarreling with people angrily.

These people were really ignorant. There were two ready-made ones in her Four Seasons Garden. If it hadn't been dark, she really wanted to run over and take a picture to show these ignorant things.

It was grafted by her sister herself.

Wait a moment……

He Qingqing took a closer look at the two trees. They were at least ninety percent similar to the two trees in the Four Seasons Garden.

She ran to her sister's room holding her cell phone.

He Nanxi doted on this younger sister very much, and was about to ask her what she was doing when she saw the two lifelike rose trees on the screen of her mobile phone.

"Sister, are these the two rose trees in your Four Seasons Garden?"

He Nanxi's cheeks are fair and clear, and her eyelashes are long and dense, covering her now to form a shadow.

"It's very similar." She raised her head nonchalantly, "What's wrong?"

He Qingqing was a little dazed and didn't answer for a while because she couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Why did you start watching the live broadcast? But if you are caught watching this kind of live broadcast, you won't be scolded."

He Nanxi knew that her sister was the administrator of Fangchun Garden, and her grandfather wanted her to go there to cultivate her sentiments, but it was a pity that her sister had no talent in this area.

He Qingqing ignored the explanation and asked again: "Sister, is there a possibility that this rose tree is based on the two trees in the Four Seasons Garden?"

He Nanxi chuckled lightly, "That's not necessarily true. This grafting technique is already very mature. I grafted it myself after learning it. It may not necessarily be based on my flowers and trees."

After a pause, he added: "Besides, not everyone can enter the Four Seasons Garden. This anchor cannot see our flowers and trees."

With this explanation, He Qingqing immediately drooped her shoulders.

"I also said that, so it is like this."

He Qingqing then explained the origin of the anchor, or should be said to be the suspected origin.

When she mentioned that grandpa and many old people were watching, He Nanxi was surprised.

Before she could ask any more questions, He Qingqing ran away.

He Nanxi had nothing to do, so she turned on the live broadcast to watch the anchor draw. Although she didn't know much about the paintings, it didn't hinder her appreciation.

Strangely enough, the two flower trees painted by this anchor had the same rose color as hers.

Qing Li ended the one-hour live broadcast with less than five minutes left.

This time it took a little longer.

"The live broadcast is about to end. I would like to give this painting "Moshang Family" to everyone present."

After Qing Li finished speaking, he left the broadcast.

The debate in the comment area had been wiped out. She had always thought that no one had anything to say, and she didn't want to waste any more time.

He Qingqing had just entered half of the message to ask her if she knew Master Yuyan, but the other party stopped broadcasting.

"Grandpa, do you think she is a disciple of Master Yuyan?"

Mr. He shook his head, "Probably not."

"why?"

Mr. He didn't answer. Which disciple would directly use the master's first name as a nickname? It's really Jade.

But he couldn't draw a conclusion. After all, this was the online world, and no one knew the psychology of the person on the other side of the camera.

In the past two days, he has also learned something about it. Many network anchors will do anything in order to attract people's attention and so-called traffic.

If this person is really a disciple of Master Yuyan, but he uses the name of Master Yuyan, he is treasonous.

This kind of person, no matter how good he is at painting, is still a scum.

Therefore, there are two possibilities. One is that this person is not a disciple of Master Yuyan, but just uses this name as a cover to earn traffic.

The other one is really Master Yuyan himself.

He prefers the first.

Qing Li rolled up the painting "Moshang Family" and put it in the cabinet in the room, then took a deep breath.

The biggest challenge comes tonight.

She wants to sleep with He Jiangyu!