Quick Transmute: The female supporting role also wants to flirt with the villain today

Chapter 110 (My Bankrupt Daughter Expresses Dissatisfaction 20)

"Ham... just say it if you want it."

An Leng frowned, "Drag the old man up like that, do you know how much damage this will cause to my image?"

Grandpa: "..."? ? ?
Isn't your current image that of a bankrupt president?

Or a bankrupt president who changed his temperament drastically after bankruptcy and became a scumbag...

.........

Seems to recall the original script.

This old man is the one who has been helping the heroine behind the scenes.

An Leng took a closer look.

It can be seen that he is also a well-informed person, so how could he be blind?

An Leng smacked his lips, somewhat hating iron for not being steel.

Grandpa: "..."

……

The car stopped at the door, and An Leng knocked on the door with his grandfather.

Grandpa: "...you don't have a key?"

"Heh, what key do you want as the president?" An Leng smiled arrogantly: "Of course someone came to open the door."

next second.

The door was opened, revealing Dan Xia's peerless face.

Grandpa: "..."? ? ?
Single illegitimate child?
The newly-emerged boss of the company seems to be Shan Xia?
So An Leng's current servant is Shan Xia?
Reverse it! ! !
The old man of the Shan family will kill him if he finds out! ! !

Apparently Shan Xia also recognized the person behind An Leng, the face that often appeared on the financial channel and important news channels.

Doubt flashed across Shan Xia's face, as well as a little shock.

The old man looked at Shan Xia's reaction and nodded in satisfaction. Look, this is the reaction of a normal person seeing himself.

Like that little girl just now, she doesn't know how to respect the elderly at all.

An Leng went in and pulled out a plastic bag from the corner of the sofa.

It was the plastic bag that An Leng was carrying casually when he came back from the auction last time.

Turning around, I saw the two still standing at the door "looking at each other affectionately".

An Leng frowned: "What are you two doing?"

He stepped forward and subconsciously protected Shan Xia behind him, and then handed over the plastic bag: "Here, the painting you want, see if it is."

The tone is impatient.

It's quite like taking it away early and driving people away early.

The old man was stunned by this attitude: "..."

The assistants behind were a little surprised.

Silently sighed, he is also a man of God.

Then he stepped forward and opened the tattered plastic bag that was covered in dust.

Everyone's eyes are a little strange.

Shan Xia was even more puzzled: "What did you put in this plastic bag?"

An Leng stroked his bangs, and said nonchalantly, "A random painting is useless."

Shan Xia: "Oh, no wonder you threw it on the sofa that day. When you cleaned up last time, you almost threw it away."

As he spoke, he said in a muttering tone: "It looks like a pile of garbage."

Grandpa: "..."! ! ! !

Blood pressure can't be suppressed.

.........

"It's true." The assistant looked at it for a while with a magnifying glass.

The old man beside him was trembling faintly with excitement.

A pair of eyes were already a little wet at the moment, the eye sockets were red, and the tears were about to stay, but the old man tried his best to hold back.

One hand is leaning on a cane, and the other hand, which obviously has a scar from the fire, gently trembles and caresses the painting in front of him.

His movements and expressions are all gentle.

It seems that there are suddenly many nostalgia and endless misses blocked in the grandfather's mouth for a while.

The assistant also secretly wiped tears beside him, obviously knowing the story.

An Leng looked at it blankly for a while, then turned and closed the door.

(End of this chapter)