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

Retirement life means relative freedom, and the He family attended the flower show of their eldest granddaughter He Nanxi.

He Nanxi was not the charming lady recuperating at home in Qing Li's eyes. She was also a scientific researcher herself, a researcher in the field of flower cultivation.

He Nanxi has cultivated many precious varieties. Although the grafted rose in the Four Seasons Garden is not precious, it is rare to be able to grow it to such a large size. It has also been taken to flower shows.

It's just that she was recuperating at home because something hurt her body. She also has a reserved temperament, so she always gives Qing Li the feeling of being outside the world.

Qing Li saw a different He Nanxi at the flower show. She came early because she had something to do and had to leave soon.

He Nanxi was very happy looking at the 'facade' that Qing Li painted for her, and the smile on her face never changed.

"Thank you Qing Li, I never thought you could draw so well!"

The air is filled with all kinds of floral fragrances, rich and light. The different fragrances are mixed together, but they are not cloying.

However, in this case, people with pollen allergies may not be able to participate. If you insist on participating, you can wear a mask, but it cannot be completely avoided.

Why she said that, because she could always hear continuous sneezing at the scene. Even so, the place was still crowded with people.

It was Qing Li's first time to attend a flower show, but it was a pity that she couldn't visit it all. Many of the flowers here were new to her, and they were all very beautiful.

"The flower show is held twice a year. I will bring you next time." He Nanxi said with a smile.

He Nanxi was wearing a sky-blue apron, and her noble aura had a touch of elegance and peace, and her temperament was like orchid. She was the one I was talking about.

"After the flower show is over, I want to give you a painting."

He Nanxi looked surprised, "Did you draw it for me?"

"Correct."

Qing Li looked at the time and reluctantly left.

He Nanxi waved goodbye, with regret in his eyes.

Why would such a good girl be with that devilish brother of hers?

If possible, she really hopes Qingli can live happily.

"Nan Xi, is that the girl Jiang Yu brought back?" Mr. He happened to walk over and saw a familiar figure walking away, so he asked.

He Nanxi nodded, "She came specially for me today."

She knew that her grandparents didn't like Jiang Qingli, so she quickly stated that she was the one who invited him.

Mr. He snorted, "I got together with you because you are easy to talk to. Although she is not to blame for this matter, a slap in the face won't make a difference. If she doesn't want to, Jiang Yu won't force her."

Mrs. He nodded beside her, that's the truth.

He Nanxi shook his head, "Grandpa, I don't think she is that kind of person."

Mr. He rolled his eyes at her angrily, "What do you know? You are more innocent than your sister. A scheming person like her would lie to you like this. Even your sister won't fall for it."

How could He Nanxi speak better than the old man? He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Anyway, she just thought that Jiang Qingli was different from what they had in mind. As for her marriage to He Jiangyu, there must be a hidden secret.

Seeing that it didn't make sense, Mr. He was angry and gave Mrs. He a wink, asking her to pay more attention to her eldest granddaughter and not to be deceived by the girl Jiang Yu brought back.

"Hey, what is this!"

A passerby stood on the other side of He Nanxi's booth and looked at the one-meter-two-meter poster in amazement.

Mr. He could only see the back from this angle. When he saw the passers-by being surprised, he pulled the old lady and turned around with him.

As soon as I turned around, a painting of jasmine silk appeared in front of me. The object in the painting was lifelike and aura. It was obviously a static painting, but it gave people the illusion of swaying in the wind.

"This is……"

Mr. He was shocked not only by its beauty, but also because the painting method and style of this painting were very similar to Master Yuyan!

He came to He Nanxi in two steps and pulled her to the painting, "Where did this painting come from!"

Mr. He's voice was like a thin thread trembling in the wind, conveying anxiety and excitement that could not be concealed.

He Nanxi was already in awe of her grandfather, but seeing her like this now, she was so frightened that she dared not speak for a while.

Mrs. He hurriedly stepped forward to hold Mr. He and looked at him angrily, but she understood him in her heart.

If this painting was painted by Master Yuyan, it proves that the eldest granddaughter has met Master Yuyan!

Mr. He tried his best to keep his tone calm and calm, but he forgot to restrain his expression. His eyes were round and looked a little funny.

However, the people next to him did not laugh at him, but waited for He Nanxi to speak.

He Nanxi didn't know what happened to this painting, so he said with a pale face: "This, this is the 'facade' I asked Qing Li to paint for me."

Mr. He was stunned.

Is it like the one Jiang Yu brought back?

The disappointment was palpable, and the excitement at the corners of his mouth and eyebrows was gone.

If it was that girl, she couldn't be Master Yuyan.

Mr. He was immersed in the disappointment of not being Master Yuyan, but Mrs. He was shocked by Qingli's painting talent.

This painting talent is probably better than that of her little granddaughter.

At this time, passers-by asked.

"Is the 'Qing Li' you call Master Yuyan?"

He Nanxi shook her head blankly, she had never heard of Master Yuyan.

Mr. He was in a bad mood. When he heard this, he said angrily: "How is it possible? There is no one in the world anymore. How can she be Master Yuyan?"

Stop insulting Master Yuyan.

Passerby A: "I watched Master Yuyan's live broadcast yesterday, and the painting was this jasmine with silk lace!"

Passerby B: "I saw it too, so I recognized it as soon as I walked here. If it weren't for Master Yuyan, I wouldn't have known there was such a flower in the world."

Passerby B just came to join in the fun and look at the flowers. He knew nothing about flowers, and he just wanted to feast his eyes.

Hearing what they said, he remembered this and took a closer look. The jasmine hanging silk was indeed very similar to the one painted by Master Yuyan last night. In addition, the painting style was very similar...

Passerby C: "It seems that the person who painted this painting is also a fan of Master Yuyan. He usually copies the paintings. The style is so similar that I can't even draw it."

Mr. He was unhappy again when he heard this. He couldn't accept that the little money-worshiping girl could copy so skillfully.

I still feel insulted by Master Yuyan.

"It's a little trick that won't work on the stage."

Mrs. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This old guy really had double standards. He and the old guys copied many of Master Yuyan's paintings.

When they copy, they admire and admire them, but when it comes to young girls, they cannot stand up to the public.

He Nanxi did not expect that because the 'facade' Qing Li painted for her would become a sensation at the flower show, her booth would be crowded with people all day long.

What shocked her even more was that many people came just for the silk jasmine, saying they wanted to see with their own eyes whether this kind of painting was as elegant and lively as the painting.