Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Fu Yan was held by Huo Mingzheng's hand and walked toward a half-open door. There was a faint sound of piano inside, and she subconsciously thought it was the piano room.

When Huo Mingzheng opened the door, she saw the room full of paintings, and the sound of the piano came from a gramophone placed in the corner.

Mr. Romont was holding a clean white cloth and wiping the frame of a painting.

Hearing the footsteps, he raised his eyes and looked away.

"Coming."

Huo Minzheng's hand gently squeezed her shoulder, and Fu Yan said hello, "Grandpa."

Next to Mr. Romont was a palette that had not yet been cleaned. It turned out that the bucket of water that the servant had just brought was taken out from here.

Fu Yan could tell at a glance that the painting was Huo Mingzheng's grandmother.

She did not expect that those paintings that seemed to be painted by famous painters were painted by him.

It must be said that their family's artistic attainments are well documented. Cheng Weijin is a pianist, and Huo Mingzheng's calligraphy is excellent.

But Fu Yan could tell that the painting in Mr. Romont's hand was somewhat different from the one outside.

Not only that, the other portraits are not very similar to the portrait of Huo Mingzheng's grandmother outside, and they don't look like they were painted by the same person.

"Can you appreciate paintings?" Mr. Romont

Fu Yan said frankly: "The painting of Mingzheng's grandmother outside is the best."

A glimmer of light flashed in Huo Minzheng's eyes, and he glanced down at her. There was only warmth and love in his eyes without any intention of blaming her.

Old Mr. Luo Monte stared at him for a moment, then smiled in a low voice, "My taste is pretty good, but that picture was not painted by me."

Fu Yan was speechless, her red lips slightly parted, obviously not knowing how to answer this sentence.

She quietly pinched Huo Mingzheng from behind.

"Huh?" Huo Minzheng looked at her.

Fu Yan whispered: "You already knew, why didn't you tell me."

"Does it have any impact? Do you lie to compliment him?" Huo Minzheng raised his eyebrows.

Fu Yan pursed his lips and his voice became softer, "Of course not. At least I might choose a few more euphemistic words. Old people like to be coaxed."

There was a louder laugh than before.

Fu Yan looked over and saw that Mr. Romont had a straight face again and snorted, "No big or small."

He looked at Huo Minzheng, "Are you used to it?"

"She is being sincere. Besides, what's wrong with girls being spoiled? My mother is not the one who was spoiled by you."

Mr. Romont pointed at Fu Yan, "Is she your daughter?"

"It's not impossible for her to call me daddy."

"Not serious!" Mr. Romont threw away the white cloth and walked towards the faucet.

Warm water slowly flows from the gilded faucet.

While washing his hands, he said: "The painting outside was painted by me ten years ago by an old friend, and it was copied from a photo of my wife. Although he is young, he is very talented in painting, but it is a pity that he was born at the wrong time. Has passed away.”

Huo Mingzheng knew who his grandfather was talking about.

He was the leader of a mysterious organization in Lyon that had been destroyed. His name was Shen Juan. He passed away several years ago and committed suicide.

Fu Yan didn't recognize it carefully when he was looking at the painting just now. There were four letters in the lower right corner of the same color as the background: [SHEN]

I heard that he has a painting "Rose Flower" that is not for sale and is truly a masterpiece. Unfortunately, it is not for sale and is only displayed in the Louvre in Country F. Private possession is prohibited.

Mr. Romont wiped his hands and turned around. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the hairpin on the back of Fu Yan's head. His eyes trembled, and then he glanced at Huo Mingzheng.

The two looked at each other, and Huo Minzheng clearly saw a different emotion and compromise in his grandfather's eyes.

"Let's go eat." He waved his hand.

While Fu Yan was washing his hands, Mr. Luo Monte used a cane and knocked Huo Mingzheng on the calf. The force was not heavy, but it was not light either.

Huo Minzheng felt a soreness in his calf, but he still endured it. He had to bear the beating.

"You dare to plot against me, you want me to compromise by moving out your grandmother, right?" Mr. Romont suppressed his anger.

Huo Minzheng's expression remained unchanged, "Where are you thinking? This hairpin was given to Yan Yan by my mother. I think it goes well with today's clothes. Do you think it doesn't look good?"

Old Mr. Romont was speechless by his rhetorical question. The key was not to mention that it didn't look good. He snorted coldly, "I don't care about you!"

This hairpin was a token of love between him and Huo Mingzheng's grandmother.

Later, she gave the hairpin to Cheng Weijin, saying that she wanted to leave it as a legacy to future generations.

He acquiesced to this move, after all, he would agree to whatever she said.

Fu Yan washed his hands and came over. Mr. Romont had already gone away.

Looking at the old man's back, she looked at Huo Mingzheng in confusion, "Why did your grandfather's steps suddenly become so fast?"

The key is that he can still walk quickly even though he uses a cane.

Huo Minzheng half-smiled, and said seriously: "Maybe he's afraid that if he slows down, he'll be pissed off by me."

Fu Yan glanced at him suspiciously and advised him: "Don't be angry with him. I think your grandfather is not a bad person."

At least in her opinion, he was much better than Huo Mingzheng's grandfather.

Although he is also a powerful old man, Mr. Romont is more reasonable.

Unlike Huo Mingzheng's grandfather, who had always been prejudiced against her and never treated her as a cheap granddaughter, but fortunately, she had no expectations from the beginning, and she was not disappointed.

Huo Minzheng said with a smile on his face, "This is a very high certification."

"Am I some kind of authority?" Fu Yan rolled his eyes at him.

"Whatever you say is what it is."

Fu Yan suppressed his laughter, and the more he thought about it, the funnier he became. He threw himself into Huo Mingzheng's arms and said with a smile: "In ancient times, you were definitely a foolish king. You were too blind. I will do whatever you tell me."

Huo Ming held her in his arms to prevent her from falling, his brows and eyes were full of warmth, "Do you admit that you are the Demon Queen?"

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows, "What kind of demon queen? I'm obviously Xiangray!"

Huo Minzheng frowned, what with what?

……

There were fewer people attending the dinner than the night before. Apart from Mr. Romont, the only ones attending the dinner were Kelland and Fu Yanhuo Mingzheng.

Fu Yan unexpectedly discovered that the food on the table was not Western food, but Chinese food.

And several of them are Guangcheng dishes!

Mr. Luo Monte sat opposite Fu Yan, and while drinking soup, he raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

After a while he took another look.

Kelland, who was sitting next to him, noticed his gaze, turned his head and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong, father, it's not polite for you to look at others like this."

"Why should I look at the person Ming Zheng wants to marry more than once?" he said dissatisfied, "I can't check it?"