The milk group of the five big guys spit milk

15 minute later.

Feng Chenyuan held the fragrant chicken leg meat, pursed his lips hard, and suppressed the saliva he was trying to secrete.

"Yuanyuan, eat it quickly! It's super delicious!"

Jiang Mianmian strongly recommends it, and I don’t forget to bite off a piece of pineapple exuding a sweet taste.

Feng Chenyuan stared at the chicken, took a bite for a while, and said, "This is not Grandpa Ken."

"What?" Jiang Mianmian looked up.

The vassal Yuan shook his head, resigned to the child's instinct for fried food.

It wasn't until Jiang Mianmian happily ate the last bite of meat, and then took a sip of Coke contentedly, that Feng Chenyuan picked up a paper towel and quietly wiped every finger, and casually asked, "Mianmian, wait until Mo Du finishes painting. , how do you make people believe that Zhao Ziquan stole his painting?"

Hearing this, Jiang Mianmian's big eyes flickered, and said softly, "Wouldn't it be nice if the teacher won?"

As a student, the level of painting is higher than that of the teacher, wouldn't the accusation that Mo Du wanted to steal the painting be self-defeating?

Zhao Ziquan slandered his students, because everyone knows that there is something tricky in it!
However, Feng Chenyuan hugged the milk in his hand, took a sip and frowned: "Not enough, far from enough!"

"Not enough?" Jiang Mianmian asked curiously.

But this time the vassal Yuan did not answer. He looked at Jiang Suihan and asked, "How much does Brother Jiang know about Zhao Ziquan?"

"This is the information sent by Lin Sheng, please take a look!" Jiang Suihan handed his mobile phone to the vassal Yuan, propped his chin with both hands, and slowly popularized science: "Zhao Ziquan, the honorary vice president of Haishi of Xiaguo Painters Association, Haishi honor Professor, a late bloomer, good at landscape painting before the age of 45, but his painting style is flamboyant, lacking character, and unknown, but six years ago, he suddenly changed his painting style, and his realistic paintings with the theme of "Sea" became famous in the cultural circle!"

He paused, a trace of sarcasm flashed in his dark eyes.

"Since then, his dull first half of life has been buried. In six years, he has climbed from the most ordinary member of the painters association to the position of vice president of Haishi City, but he has never painted in front of others. Today should be the first time in six years. Second-rate."

"So, he can argue that he is nervous, angry, or even uninspired, unable to concentrate on painting... There are so many reasons, as long as no one catches the most direct handle, he will not admit that he plagiarized Modu's work!" Feng Chenyuan said indifferently. Continuing.

Only by putting all the evidence in front of Zhao Ziquan, so that he has no excuses, will he give up completely.

But six years was enough for Zhao Ziquan to destroy all the evidence.

To bring Zhao Ziquan down, one more blockbuster is needed.

He propped his chin and muttered to himself: "What are the characteristics of Mo Du's paintings?"

"The seals drawn by the teacher use different ink pads!" Jiang Mianmian replied subconsciously.

After answering, she suddenly closed her mouth. After finishing the ball, her mouth was too fast just now. How could she know the secret in the painting as a child who just knew him!
She blinked her big eyes and secretly looked at the expression of her big brother.

Feng Chenyuan glanced at her guilty expression, his eyelashes slightly drooped to hide the smile in his eyes, and suddenly said, "Big Brother, can Brother Lin collect the ink pads used by Zhao Ziquan and Modu?"

"That's right, big brother, can you help the teacher? I like Teacher Mo's paintings very much, so I don't want him to be replaced!" Jiang Mianmian pitifully tugged at Jiang Suihan's sleeve.

Shui Yingying's eyes were full of prayers, how could Jiang Suihan have the heart to refuse.

"Okay, I'll send someone to investigate right away!"

"Thank you big brother!" Jiang Mianmian immediately showed a bright smile, and tiptoed to kiss Jiang Suihan's face, smiling like a little fool.

On the opposite side, the smile in the eyes of the vassal Yuan flowed, and he lowered his head and took another sip of milk.

It was already an hour after the three of them came out of the restaurant. Zhuo Er, who was waiting for the results in Jiangning Building, called to say that the paintings of the two teachers were about to be completed.

The three of them walked slowly on the withered yellow and translucent sycamore leaves.

In the darkness of the mist, the sunset completely fell, but the morning star penetrated the clouds and hung in the blue-gray night sky, shining brightly, and the wind was blowing, slightly cool.

"Is it cold?" Jiang Suihan lowered his head and asked the two little guys.

Feng Chenyuan shook his head, his twinkling peach eyes flickered past the transparent glass window on the side of the road, his eyes were slightly concentrated, and he suddenly looked across the road.

I saw long black hair fluttering in the wind amidst the flowers. The tall, long-legged man smiled and waved at him. His red lips opened and closed, and he said silently, "Goodbye, cutie!"

He didn't wait for the vassal Yuan to react, he turned around and walked away, but within a few breaths he disappeared into the crowd and lost his trace.

"Yuanyuan, what are you looking at?" Jiang Mianmian asked curiously.

The vassal Yuan suddenly came back to his senses, his stern little face was cold and calm, and he said: "I didn't see anything!"

It's just that Qing Li is leaving!

"Oh, your hands are so cold, let's go quickly!"

Jiang Mianmian tightly grasped Feng Chenyuan's palm with warm hands, and led him towards Jiangning Building with a smile.

But when she lowered her eyes, there was a little panic in her eyes.

Just now she clearly felt that Yuanyuan seemed to leave her, the pain of sudden loss filled her heart instantly, that's why she held onto Yuanyuan tightly, she... didn't want him to leave.

Not at all.

The episode passed by in a flash, and no one took it to heart.

When the three of them arrived outside the corridor on the eighth floor, they saw Wang Jinguo, still with black hair, standing at the door of the drawing room, stroking his beard and smiling.

"Everyone, Zhao Ziquan and Modu have completed their works. There is no mark on their works. I will let people put them in the exhibition hall for everyone to appreciate!"

After finishing speaking, Wei Yuqing, who was dressed in golden gifts, smiled at Yanyan, crossed the crowd, and bowed respectfully towards Wang Jinguo.

"Uncle Wang!" She called out respectfully.

After straightening up, Wei Yuqing showed a beautiful face. She stood beside Wang Jinguo, her eyebrows curved: "Hello everyone, I am the person in charge of this dinner. Thank you for participating in this banquet. Such an interesting accident can happen!"

"Why don't I make the decision tonight, and just choose between these two works. You can vote by secret ballot, and the one with the highest vote will be sent to the auction for auction. It can be considered as a contribution to charity, how about it?"

It has to be said that Wei Yuqing has always seized opportunities.

No matter who the winner is this time, they must accept the love of the Celadon Club and her, Wei Yuqing.

In a word, change the favor of someone who may gain both fame and fortune.

It's a good deal.

And those who watched the theater around the door would naturally not refuse the proposal of the banquet host.

For a while, the elegantly furnished exhibition hall, full of artistic atmosphere, seemed to enter the world of fireworks in an instant, filling people's impetuousness.

"Uncle Wang, what do you think?" Wei Yuqing bowed her head humbly.

Wang Jinguo pursed his lips, glanced at the two people who were still in the room, sighed faintly, and said, "Just do as you say!"

Originally, he didn't want to make a big fuss, but he didn't know who invited all the guests downstairs.

Now, whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is their fate!