Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

"What are you talking about?" Wen Zhifei looked around amusedly, with an expression of innocence and surprise, "Are you trying to say that I took your painting? You are an unknown person, why should I take your painting? "

Several judges didn't understand the situation a little bit, and they all looked at a loss when they saw her talking in public.

In the crowd, some fans who heard Zhifei spoke up.

"You say it's your painting, you have to have evidence, who can't just rely on words."

"That's right! Who knows if you're Pengci."

……

Wen Zhifei looked innocent and bewildered, but she was secretly happy in her heart. It seems that this trick is very effective. Anyway, she can't prove that the painting is hers, so she has nothing to do with her.Besides, this painting is not signed, so whoever owns the painting belongs to him.

Anyway, no one knows.

Wen Zhifei raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and a gleam of light flashed in her eyes hidden behind the crowd.

Song Qingzhu was not afraid of the slanting shadow. She came onto the stage, pointed to the old house part of the painting, and talked about a few details incessantly. After listening to it, several judges also carefully investigated it. Indeed, those few details were correct. on.

They began to favor Song Qingzhu, because they knew that Song Qingzhu was actually Zhiqiu.

Everyone knows that Qiu is very powerful, but would they know that Qiu would accuse others for no reason?It doesn't make sense.

But can Miss Zhifei know how to steal?This is someone else's achievement, she has a famous work anyway, how could she commit the theft?
One is a talented painter, and the other is a talented painter.

Very difficult.

If anything, one of the two must have lied.

"What's so difficult about it? Anyone who knows how to paint can see it." Seeing this, Wen Zhifei retorted unhurriedly. In fact, her nervous heart was about to jump out of her throat.

She never thought that Song Qingzhu would choose to confront her face to face.

She originally thought that Song Qingzhu would give up because of helplessness and no evidence.

"That's the case." Song Qingzhu's mouth curled up slightly. She pointed to the letters in the shadow at the bottom of the old house, and she asked loudly, "Why? Your initials are also called SQZ?"

Wen Zhifei's expression changed drastically, she never expected that she would save a hand.

She actually left the letter there secretly, she obviously didn't see it, why did it suddenly appear?

The judges glanced twice, hesitated for a moment, then turned to Wen Zhifei, "Miss Zhifei, please explain."

"I, who said that SQZ is my initials! That's my boyfriend's initials!"

Wen Zhifei is complacent about her intelligence, but she doesn't know that she has already fallen into her trap.

"Now the truth is finally revealed."

Song Qingzhu looked at the judges next to him. The judges looked at each other in blank dismay. In the end, their expressions were not very good, as if they had eaten a dead cockroach.

Wen Zhifei was in a daze, watching the judges' faces change suddenly, and seeing Song Qingzhu's calm expression.

"you……"

"There is no abbreviation of SQZ on this painting at all, so the abbreviation of boyfriend you mentioned does not exist." Judge A kindly reminded her, saying: "What are you hiding?"

Hearing Zhifei's words, he took two steps back in shock.

As if someone had poured water on her face, she stared blankly at them, and then at Song Qingzhu in disbelief.

There were whispers in her ears, but her ears were buzzing.

Those voices came and went, making her feel like she was listening to an echo.

The next second, someone sent her to hell.

"She's a plagiarist."

Suddenly, the door of the Museum of Art was slowly pushed open, and a tall man with a stalwart figure walked in against the light, wearing leather shoes and a windbreaker.

His tone was cold, with the cold wind of winter.

Coming to Song Qingzhu's side, he shouted loudly: "Wen Zhifei's famous work is a plagiarism of Dspoli's "Green Grass". You can compare it. Her sewing technique is very skilled, but it can be roughly restored."

When Wen Zhifei saw the visitor, his joyful expression changed from hearing what he said to being aggrieved, embarrassed and ashamed.

The people present picked up their mobile phones to search, and after seeing the comparison of the two paintings, they suddenly realized.

There was disbelief and disappointment in the eyes looking at Wen Zhifei.

Wen Zhifei pursed her lips, wanting to say something but had nothing to say.

She stared blankly at the disgusted and disgusted eyes of those people, staggered and almost fell, facing their strange eyes, Wen Zhifei kept shaking her head and denying it, but this time no one stood on her feet. her side.

"Miss Wen, may I ask if what Master Rong Jiu said is true?"

A reporter was the first to ask a question.

Wen Zhifei remained silent and did not speak.

Immediately afterwards, a swarm of reporters flocked in, and Wen Zhifei's spirit had collapsed. She widened her eyes, waved her hands desperately, and muttered no, but she stumbled and ran outside.

The reporters chased after him, wanting to ask more questions, but Wen Zhifei had already run away.

Only Song Qingzhu and Rong Junchu were left at the scene.

Song Qingzhu stared blankly at Rong Junchu, she never expected that Rong Junchu would appear by her side, let alone that he would appear here suddenly.

Seeing his thin cheeks, bruises around his eyes, and stubble all over his face, his heart almost ached.

How could he become like this.

Rong Junchu smiled at her and gave her a stable look.

Then he said to the judges: "I have witnesses to prove that Wen Zhifei stole this painting from Song Qingzhu's competition room."

Several judges opened their mouths in surprise, they didn't expect this farce to be over yet.

"who is it?"

Judge A asked, poking his neck.

Rong Junchu snapped his fingers, and then a person came down from the second floor. That person was wearing work clothes, and walked down the stairs timidly. He came to the center of the crowd, lowered his head, with a look of fear and nervousness on his face.

"Speak." Rong Junchu reminded lightly.

"Ms. Wen asked me to steal that painting. She said she asked me to exchange Ms. Song's painting with an inferior one, and then I replaced the painting myself."

The man stammered, his forehead and face were sweating profusely, he kept blinking, and he said several wrong words in the middle of nervousness.

Several judges were stunned again. This time, Wen Zhifei's image has completely collapsed, because plagiarism is the most annoying thing in the painting circle.As long as she gets involved with plagiarism, the rest of her life will almost be ruined.

No matter how good the work is, but the character is poor, it will never become popular.

What's more, her "good" works were copied.

"Is what you said true?"

"It's true."

The man answered firmly, then looked at Rong Junchu eagerly, swallowed nervously, and said, "Master Jiu, can I go?"

Rong Junchu didn't answer, but turned his face to the side, looked at the judges, "Do you have any questions?"