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"Clap! Clap! Clap..."

The sound of the crutches hitting the ground kept echoing in the empty corridor.

Jiang Mianmian followed Jiang Suihan slowly, looking at the old lady in front of Qi Lan who was walking fast while leaning on crutches, her mind was full of question marks?

The old woman's hair was covered with silver threads. Although her browbones were protruding and her eye sockets were sunken, she didn't think of being mean. On the contrary, her wrinkles revealed a kind of kindness. Standing in the shadows, she saw Qi Lingyun's father and daughter. People walked towards her, and she leaned on crutches and walked towards the depths of the corridor silently.

Until, before the penultimate room.

"Snapped!"

The door opens automatically.

Only then did Granny Jin glance back blankly, her withered voice was serious and solemn.

"Except for Qi Lan, the others take five steps back. Unless she takes the initiative to go out, no one is allowed to approach!"

Qi Lingyun frowned, and after a while, bowed his head respectfully: "Yes, mother-in-law!"

He stepped back one step at a time, and didn't stop until five steps away. His cold and hard expression softened slightly, and he said: "Please save Lanlan's life, mother-in-law."

This time, the old woman did walk to the door without saying a word, waiting for Qi Lan to look at Jiang Mianmian reluctantly and walk towards her.

"Snapped!"

The door will close automatically.

For a moment, the corridor was empty and quiet like a tunnel of time and space, making people dizzy.

Jiang Mianmian widened her eyes curiously, and looked straight into the door, but there was no sound in the room.

Seeing that she was about to stand on tiptoe and rush forward, the vassal Yuan's peach blossom eyes showed a hint of a smile, and he held Jiang Mianmian helplessly: "Stand still, I'm about to fall!"

Jiang Mianmian regained consciousness belatedly, sticking out her tongue towards the vassal Yuan strangely.

Then, the corners of his mouth were straightened, and he stood still.

"One, two, three, four... fifteen, sixteen, moisture... 29, thirty!"

Feng Chenyuan recited silently in his heart, and when he counted to thirty, he opened his eyes abruptly, his slender and thick eyelashes revealing a deep smile. He looked sideways at Jiang Mianmian, and sure enough, he saw her approaching his ear curiously. ,whisper.

"Yuanyuan, don't you really wonder what that mother-in-law is going to do? She's so suspicious!"

"It's very suspicious!"

Vassal Yuan nodded in agreement, but then he reminded.

"However, my mother-in-law said you can't get close, so you can't walk over!"

Jiang Mianmian: "..."

Well, Yuanyuan is right, she can't satisfy her curiosity with her good friend's life, in that case, her friendship would be too cheap.

She pursed her mouth and reached out to play with the dimples on her cheeks.

After a while, her sluggish eyes lit up: "Yuanyuan, I heard that the eighth floor is full of paintings. Do you have any paintings that you like? Let's go and see them later, shall we?"

Of course, this sentence is an excuse.

What Jiang Mianmian really wants to do is pick up leaks!

Just now, she had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly thought that the eighth floor is full of paintings of various emerging artists. They may be unknown, or they may have just emerged. Their paintings are placed in the corridor for anyone to choose.

Once the painting with the highest vote rate is selected, it will appear on the ninth floor as an auction item.

At that time, the owner of the painting will jump over the dragon gate.

But what Jiang Mianmian wants to get is not the popular painting this time, but a painting that will be placed in the corner and will not attract attention.

It's called "debt".

It was the work of Master Modu, but Modu was an unknown, poor and unlucky painter during his lifetime.

He came from a poor family when he was young, and he was able to learn painting with ease with almost all his family's resources, but he met a teacher who was trying to gain fame and robbed his first famous painting "Sea". Not only that, the teacher even asked him to be a gunner , Painting for him all his life.

Modu disagreed, so he was suppressed by him, and he was depressed for a while, and life was worse than death.

Until he met his wife, who brought him encouragement and hope. Although the two were still poor, Modu had countless inspirations. In just five years, he painted 36 paintings, and each one was amazing. It's a pity that he has no channels and can only enjoy it with his wife.

However, the good times didn't last long, and his wife suddenly fell ill. Modu could only agree to the teacher's request to become a gunman, but the teacher was a wolf-hearted dog. He took the painting but failed to save others. A ventilator for survival.

Modu turned his face, this "Debt" was his last bargaining chip, if he couldn't be favored by others, he would die with his wife in his arms.

In fact, "Debt" was only discovered by interested people after Modu's death.

Modu's dark encounters and love with his wife gilded his talent. Since then, his works have become famous and worth millions, especially "Debt" which has reached an auction price of 7000 million.

It's a pity that Mo Du will never see these achievements again.

Jiang Mianmian felt sorry for him, if she could get that painting, maybe she could save the two of them?
The vassal Yuan never refused Jiang Mianmian's request.

"Okay!" He nodded.

So, Jiang Mianmian clapped her hands happily, bent her eyes and laughed.

Fifteen minutes later, under Jiang Mianmian's anxious gaze, the quiet room finally heard a "snap" again, and a small head emerged from the crack of the door, it was Qi Lan.

"Lanlan, how are you?"

Jiang Mianmian stood on tiptoe, but did not run over in a hurry.

Qi Lan nodded, and then called out: "Dad!"

Qi Lingyun clenched her fingers tightly and said anxiously, "How about Lan Lan?"

"Mother-in-law said I'm fine, but she let..." Qi Lan looked at Jiang Mianmian suspiciously, slipped out through the crack of the door, and said crisply: "Mother-in-law let Mianmian and Yuanyuan in, she said she has something to say!"

Qi Lingyun squatted and hugged Qi Lan's limp body. Hearing this, he turned to look at Jiang Suihan with some hesitation: "This..."

Jiang Suihan frowned: "Apart from this sentence, what else did mother-in-law say?"

Qi Lan said: "Grandma also said, life, when it comes, when it goes, don't, don't... I forgot!"

She rubbed her head and smiled silly.

However, her words did not move Jiang Suihan's face, but Jiang Mianmian and vassal Yuan who were standing side by side changed their expressions.

"That's still not..."

"You can show her!"

"Brother, I'm going to see my mother-in-law!"

Jiang Suihan, Qi Lingyun, and Jiang Mianmian spoke in unison, each talking differently and looking at each other.

After a while, Qi Lingyun burst out laughing: "President Jiang, my mother-in-law is very good, since she said she wants to see the two children, you might as well give it a try!"

"But..." Jiang Suihan hesitated, he always felt that the mother-in-law was weird.

As a qualified socialist successor, it is really hard for him to trust a strange and strange mother-in-law!

It was Jiang Mianmian who shook Jiang Suihan's hand and acted like a baby with a soft voice: "Big brother, I want to go and see, mother-in-law is so amazing!"

"I'll go too!" Vassal Yuan followed closely behind.

His eyes were dark and firm, like an abyss, like a black hole, making people afraid to look directly at him, but surprisingly stable and reliable.

Jiang Suihan glanced at the vassal Yuan, and after a while, he said: "Okay, then if you have something to do, you must call brother!"