After being tortured and reborn, the real daughter killed Song Nanxi Fu Jingyao crazy

As soon as Song Nanxi finished speaking, everyone present was shocked.

What?This painting originally belonged to someone else?

Then why is it here again, and it is still being auctioned?

"You're talking nonsense, this painting is clearly..." Song Qingwei heard Song Nanxi's words, and just wanted to refute, but couldn't say the rest.

She wanted to say that her mother gave her the words, but she also knew how the painting came about.

"What's wrong with this painting?" Song Nanxi sneered.

Then he took a look at the painting in his hand, looked at Song Qingwei with disdain and asked word by word: "Who do you want to say left this painting for you? Song Zhengcheng? He also deserves it?"

At this time, Song Zhengcheng, who was sitting at the bottom watching the scene on the stage, immediately became a little ugly when he heard Song Nanxi's words.

On the other hand, the people from several aristocratic families sitting in front all sat in place motionless.

Especially Xiao Yan, seeing Song Zhengcheng's very ugly face, he was in a good mood, and Erlang's legs turned even higher.

Looking at Song Nanxi on the stage, he couldn't hide the pampering in his eyes.

Needless to say, the members of the Shen family naturally supported Song Nanxi.

On the contrary, Lin Zhisu, who had been paying attention to Song Nanxi just now, had a complicated look on his face.

Although he kept looking at the stage with his eyes, his expression was in a trance, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, Song Qingwei on the stage didn't know what to do?She kept scanning the corners of the venue with her eyes, trying to find Fu Hong.

Song Nanxi saw her look in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up. Fu Hong was indeed here.

Her people had already ambushed at the door when she arrived here. If Fu Hong dared to come today, he would not even think about going out.

Song Qingwei didn't know Song Nanxi's plan, let alone that he and Fu Hong had fallen into the trap that Song Nanxi had prepared for them.

"You said this painting is yours, how can you prove that this painting is yours? Your name is not written on this painting?" With so many people looking at it, it is naturally impossible for Song Qingwei to admit that this painting is They stole it.

She checked this painting, and there was nothing else on it except Lin Zhinan's painting and her inscription.

So even if Song Nanxi was talking about breaking the sky here today, it is impossible for her to say that this painting belongs to her just because of her words.

"It's really hard to prove who owns a painting? What should we do now?"

"Generally speaking, apart from the author's name, there should be no other people's names on the painting. How can I prove this?"

"If there is no evidence to prove this, it can't be said that it was stolen?"

The boss had been feeling uneasy just now because of Song Nanxi's words. Although this work was originally worthless, it shouldn't be stolen, right?

In this case, it would really be bad for their reputation at the auction venue.

"Miss, I don't know what grievances there are between you, but this is the auction venue, and I hope you can respect the rules here."

After the boss finished speaking, he said respectfully to Song Nanxi: "This work is yours now, and you can take it away at any time."

Song Nanxi glanced at the boss, and before she could say anything, he saw Song Zhengcheng finally couldn't help standing up.

"Nanxi, stop making trouble. I gave Qingwei this painting and asked her to bring it here for auction." Song Zhengcheng said to Song Nanxi with a headache.

Many people here know the identity of Song Zhengcheng, and after hearing his words, it is not difficult to guess the identities of Song Nanxi and Song Qingwei.

"So it's from the Song family? So the little girl who bought the painting just now should be Lin Zhinan's daughter?"

"Yeah, the little girl is so pitiful. If you want your mother's painting, you have to spend your own money to buy it? The Song family is really nothing."

"If this painting is really Lin Zhinan's birthday present to his daughter, isn't Song Zhengcheng too wicked?"

Song Zhengcheng's face turned red and white after hearing the discussion below.

He knew that if Song Nanxi didn't let go, today's matter would definitely not come to fruition for a while.

So he looked at Song Nanxi, sighed, and said, "Nanxi, this painting was indeed given to me by your mother. Be obedient first and stop making trouble. If this continues, others will see it as a joke."

Song Nanxi felt sick looking at Song Zhengcheng's face now, and felt unworthy for her mother.

"Look at the joke? What joke do I have? I believe that everyone here should want to see your joke more." Song Nanxi looked at Song Zhengcheng and said sarcastically.

"Nanxi, what are you doing? Although Dad has done a lot of stupid things in the past, but now he knows he was wrong and wants to make up for you. Dad is getting old, so you can do it for Mom's sake. Can she save some face?"

At this time, Song Huaiyuan couldn't help standing up from his seat and walking over.

"Of course I will save face for him. I plan to give him a gift later. I didn't expect you to be so impatient?" Song Nanxi's eyes were so cold that people could be frozen into ice cubes.

Today, she wanted to make Song Zhengcheng ashamed to see others in the future, and it was time to let him know about his green hat.

As soon as Song Nanxi finished speaking, he saw the door of the auction open.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a group of uniformed policemen appearing at the door, followed by all the media reporters in Kyoto.

It was such a big battle, people who didn't know about it thought that some big star was holding a press conference here?

Song Nanxi had a smile on his face when he saw the person coming.

This is all thanks to Li Chen, if it weren't for his connections, she really wouldn't be able to invite so many friends from the media.

At this time, Song Nanxi slowly walked to the center of the stage, and she showed the painting in her hand to everyone present.

"Who said this painting didn't have my name written on it?"

As her words fell, everyone saw that she had painted a corner of the painting with something like white powder.

Immediately afterwards, a line of words suddenly and slowly appeared in the original white place. As the projector zoomed in, everyone could see what the line of words was.

[Happy third birthday to my baby Xiao Nanxi, this painting is a birthday present from my mother, and my mother will always love you. 】

Coupled with the scene of children playing in this painting, no one at the scene doubted that the person in this painting was Song Nanxi.

Even Xiao Yan and Lin Zhisu, who were sitting in the front row, looked at this scene in surprise. They didn't expect that there were words written by Lin Zhinan to Song Nanxi on this painting?

Looking at Song Qingwei and Song Zhengcheng, they were too shocked to speak.