Chapter 270

Apologize?

Wen Jingrou couldn't figure out what went wrong.

She clearly heard Zhao Chumian and Shen Congjin say that Mr. Zhao's painting was a fake, but when she got to the experts, it became real.

"I remember that Mr. Mo just said that he would send me to the headlines. Since you are so sincere, why don't you post an apology on the Internet..." Zhao Chumian said in a clear voice, with a light smile on his eyebrows, "This is the only way to show your sincerity..."

"I was just joking, why do you mind?" Of course Mo Yuanhang didn't do it.

Then he would be ashamed.

"I didn't take it as a joke."

Mo Yuanhang's face darkened, "Why must Ms. Zhao be aggressive? The reason for the incident came from your mouth. After all, the painting is worth 5 million yuan. How can we rest assured if we don't ask experts to appraise it?"

"You want to identify, I let you identify. I want you to apologize, why don't you take the initiative?" Zhao Chumian stared at him with watery black eyes, "Mr. Mo must be a gentleman. So many people are watching ..."

Not only were there so many people watching, but also, Mr. Mo's face was completely darkened, and his brows were deeply wrinkled.

Obviously very unhappy.

Mo Yuanhang also noticed that Grandpa's complexion was not very good, "Miss Zhao, I'm sorry, I wronged you just now."

"That's it?"

Mo Yuanhang said with a sullen face, "Since Miss Zhao wants me to behave like a gentleman, the eldest lady should also have a lot of adults. Don't worry too much."

Zhao Chumian said without changing his face, "Have you ever heard of a saying called... just don't forgive others."

"Miss Zhao, since he apologized, it means that he has realized his mistake, and he can't post an apology letter on the Internet for the sake of this old man." Mr. Mo walked over.

"Grandpa..." Mo Yuanhang whispered.

"Okay." Zhao Chumian got up and said neither humble nor overbearing, "I hope Mr. Mo can cherish the painting, and it can also bring you a sense of happiness."

"Thank you, Ms. Zhao, for your generosity, but I still have a question to ask Ms. Zhao." Mr. Mo said sincerely, "I wonder if Ms. Zhao and Mr. Zhao Chengmo know each other?"

"know."

Not only did she know her, but she was also her grandfather.

"No wonder..." Mr. Mo said in a low voice, "Yuanhang."

Mo Yuanhang helped Mr. Mo back to his seat.

Then I heard Mr. Mo's stern voice, "You really can't compare to your brother in any way. You will only cause trouble for me!"

Mo Yuanhang lowered his eyelids and secretly clenched his fists.

At this moment, Wen Jingrou was also ready to leave.

"You haven't apologized yet..." Zhao Chumian chuckled, "If you can't apologize in person, I will accept online apologies too..."

She thought beautifully, wouldn't she find more people by apologizing online.

But to apologize to Zhao Chumian, she couldn't bear this face!

Wen Jingrou stared straight at her, her red lips tightly pursed.

If she doesn't apologize, what can Zhao Chumian do?

The two looked at each other, as if fire was bursting out of their eyes.

"The daughter of the Wen family is knowledgeable, smart and virtuous, is it just a false name?"

Sheng Xifang's clear and cold voice came along with the sound of steady footsteps.

"Master Sheng..."

"President Sheng!"

People kept saying hello.

Sheng Xifang's face was stern, and he walked straight to Zhao Chumian's side and stood still, "Miss Wen, it's just an apology, can't you say it?"

She was so calm tonight, as if she had returned to her former self.

But she didn't know how to be reasonable and unforgiving before.

But that's good too, so as not to be wronged.

Sheng Xifang's eyes fell on her beautiful side face, but she didn't look at him.

As if no one was around.

My heart trembled violently.

Wen Jingrou's eyes were cold, "It's not that I can't say it, but I'm too curious. This painting is the real one. Why did she and Shen Congjin say it's a fake when they were at the door? I suspect that she deliberately wanted us to misunderstand and cause confusion. Unnecessary commotion..."

"You are so funny. I didn't talk to Ms. Zhao for you. You misunderstood and guessed and blamed us instead? Is there such a truth in this world?" Shen Congjin smiled, "I have never heard of it."

Wen Jingrou said, "Mr. Shen may not have that meaning, but Ms. Zhao may not..."

(End of this chapter)

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