After wearing it for five years, he was favored by the boss

Chapter 511 The real work is in the hands of Zhao Chumian!
Mo Yuanhang looked over and saw Zhao Chumian put the empty red wine glass on the table.

"Zhao Chumian! Do you know whose painting this is? Do you know how much this painting is worth?"

"This is his mother's posthumous work! You ruined it!"

Mo Yuanhang roared loudly.

"Didn't you threaten to destroy it just now? I helped you, so why did you attack me instead?" Zhao Chumian smiled faintly, "Could it be that you just threatened him just now!"

Sheng Xifang looked at her, why did she...

Red wine stains will spoil the painting.

This painting cannot be restored.

But it doesn't matter.

He wouldn't want what Mo Yuanhang sent up.

What he wants, he will take it himself.

such as……

The entire Mohism.

"I, I..." Mo Yuanhang hesitated, "Zhao Chumian, you are his woman, don't you know how important this painting is to him?"

"do not know……"

Zhao Chumian tilted her head, "What's so important about a fake painting? I can draw one for you right now, how much do you want?"

Mo Yuanhang's pupils were shocked.

"Of course, it's not free..."

"you……"

"you!"

Mo Yuanhang was out of breath, he raised his head and drank the wine, and put the empty glass on the table.

"Master Sheng, not only did she ruin the birthday present I gave you, she even said it was a fake..."

"Of course it's fake..." Zhao Chumian stood beside Sheng Xifang, "You both bought it from the same buyer..."

"Who are you?"

Mo Yuanhang looked sideways at Wanmei, "Wanwan..."

In the morning, Sheng Xifang trampled on the painting she gave her.

In the evening, Zhao Chumian splashed dirty ink on the painting sent by Jingjing.

The two of them are really a good match!
"you also……"

"No, how could my painting be fake?" Mo Yuanhang didn't believe it.

Grandpa gave it to him.

Grandpa will also buy fake ones?

Song Xinrui is not a particularly famous painter, and she is not at the same level as Zhao Chengmo.

The reason why her paintings were exhibited at the beginning was because the Song family was rich.

Now because Sheng Xifang is collecting, his net worth has risen accordingly.

"With such a dim light, you didn't even look carefully, so you just said that I am a fake..." Mo Yuanhang stared at Zhao Chumian, "You are going to pay me for it!"

"pay."

Zhao Chumian said flatly, "He will pay you."

Sheng Toolman Xifang nodded, "Pay."

Mo Yuanhang looked at the painting dripping with red wine, and his heart felt like a knife, "I still don't believe it's fake."

"elder brother……"

Zhao Chumian spoke softly.

Mo Yuanhang turned his head to the side, and saw a bronze-skinned man with an inch-length head, walking in with a dignified aura, holding two large picture frames in his hands.

Nanshan held the painting, and Chen Man tore off the wrapping.

The exposed painting is exactly the same as the painting sent by Mo Jing, who has not yet been destroyed.

But no matter from the age of the frame or the feel of the paper, it is more like a work more than 20 years ago.

Wan Mei looked at the painting on her right that was exactly the same as the painting she gave her in the morning, and gritted her teeth tightly.

actually...

The real work is in Zhao Chumian's hands!
In the morning, when she saw the painting, did she secretly mock her in her heart!
"I wanted to put it on your car..." Zhao Chumian said flatly, "But...the fake is right in front of me, so I asked my brother to bring it..."

Sheng Xifang lowered his head and leaned into her ear, "For me?"

"kindness……"

She found that her former self liked Sheng Xifang more than she imagined.

Knowing that he was collecting his mother's paintings, he secretly collected them himself, even...

The paintings in the hands of some sellers are all taken from her hands.

She deliberately asked Sheng Xifang to buy it, and she could watch him quietly.

so humble...

She doesn't understand.

Sheng Xifang looked at the two paintings and couldn't help circling her, "Thank you."

"Why do you say that yours is real and mine is fake?" Mo Yuanhang was not convinced.

(End of this chapter)