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Chapter 480 You just smashed the gift carefully prepared for you every night?

lay down?

"I accept the painting, you guys go back." Sheng Xifang's voice was cold.

He stared down at the painting in his hand.

She can't go.

Today's goal has not been achieved, she has not met Zhao Chumian yet.

The old lady Jinsheng glanced at the stairs from the corner of her eye.

What time is it, and you still don't wake up?

I'm so lazy at home.

How can such a woman be the future mistress of the Sheng family?
"Brother Sheng, today is your birthday, how about going back to the old house for dinner tonight?" Wan Mei said softly, "And today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day for family reunion."

Fortunately, his birthday coincides with the holiday this year.

Otherwise, there is no excuse for him to return to the old house.

In the hall, four people stood quietly.

Wan Mei bit her lip slightly, and glanced at him with watery eyes.

Suddenly.

The painting in his hand fell to the ground.

Step on his shiny leather shoes.

"Xifang!"

The old lady Sheng was stunned, her face turned pale, and she took a few steps back.

Wan Mei repeatedly supported her, "Grandma..."

She looked at the painting on the ground with discomfort in her heart, why?
Don't you accept his birthday present?

What is he going to do to her now?

Her heart hurts.

"Xifang, did you just throw away the gift that Wanwan carefully prepared for you?" Old lady Sheng clutched her chest.

Sheng Xifang's mother, Song Xinrui, was a famous painter many years ago. She has held many art exhibitions around the world and sold many paintings.

After her death, Sheng Xifang has been collecting Song Xinrui's paintings all over the world.

The paintings in Xiyuan, Fengting Villa, and the office of the president of Mingsheng Group are all works of Song Xinrui.

S is the initial letter of Song.

When she draws, she leaves the simplest mark.

"Since it was carefully prepared, we should distinguish between the real and the fake." Sheng Xifang withdrew his foot expressionlessly.

"fake?"

Wan Mei didn't believe it, she walked over and looked at the trampled painting on the ground.

"How could it be fake?" She murmured softly.

This painting cost her 200 million!
Even snatched it from several sellers.

The buyer has repeatedly assured that it is definitely Song Xinrui's authentic work.

did not expect……

It turned out to be fake.

"Xi Fang, did you admit your mistake?" Old Madam Sheng smoothed things over for Wan Mei, "When she passed away, you were still young, after so many years... you can still recognize it, is it her painting? "

"Doesn't my mother have a name?" Sheng Xifang's eyes were slightly cold.

The air pressure in the hall suddenly dropped a few degrees.

Even the servants didn't dare to bother her.

"Xi Fang, grandma didn't mean that..." Old Madam Sheng twitched her lips, "Grandma is afraid that mentioning her name will bring back bad memories for you..."

Back then, it was because Song Xinrui fell into the sea by herself, Sheng Xifang watched the deformation of the car squeezed by the sea water, and her swollen body soaked in sea water...

Only then will there be psychological shadows and fear of the sea.

She hated Song Xinrui in her heart.

Let her only eldest grandson become such a cold and ruthless man.

What can't be solved, she wants to commit suicide?

So irresponsible woman, what is there for Xifang to commemorate?
"I'm not that fragile." Sheng Xifang's face turned a little cold, "I also know how to distinguish between true and false."

He has collected his mother's paintings for many years, how could he not be able to tell the authenticity from the fake ones.

I don't know when, the news of his collection of mother's paintings spread, and those who wanted to cooperate with Mingsheng Group tried their best to get mother's paintings.

Unknowingly, the value of my mother's paintings doubled, and even fakes appeared.

And the painting that Wan Mei sent was exquisitely imitated.

Few people should be able to tell the truth from the fake.

He has been looking for someone who imitated his mother's painting, but he has not found it yet.

"Brother Sheng..." Wan Mei looked up at him whimpering, "I'm sorry, I originally wanted to give it to you as a birthday present, but it turned out to be a fake..."

Her eyes were filled with tears, and she stood there pitifully.

"Brother Sheng, it's all my fault. I can't tell the truth from the fake...that's why I was deceived."

"it's all my fault."

"Brother Sheng is not happy..."

Old Madam Sheng was about to comfort Wan Mei when she caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure coming down the stairs from the corner of her eye.

(End of this chapter)