I'm invincible when I go down the mountain, and the CEO chases me

Han Ziyan also felt Ye Ning's gaze, and she felt disgusted in her heart.

I originally thought that this arrogant guy would be able to say something shocking, but I didn't expect it to be more disgusting than other men.

"Pay attention to your image, the haha ​​is about to leak out." Lin Xue reminded.

Then, seeing everyone looking at her, she quickly moved away from Ye Ning and said, "Don't get me wrong, I don't know him."

Many people had already recognized Lin Xue's identity, and they suddenly looked surprised.

"Han Ziyan, we are engaged, why do you say you don't know me?" Ye Ning asked doubtfully.

The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar.

When did the little princess of the Lin family get engaged? No one present knew it.

Lin Xue's face turned red all of a sudden, and she didn't know how to answer.

Fortunately, at this time, Ye Ning's attention was focused on Han Ziyan.

"Are you Han Ziyan?"

Han Ziyan did not answer his question, but said: "You said Master Yinlong's paintings are children's graffiti? I hope you can apologize to Master Yinlong."

"I'm not wrong." Ye Ning looked innocent.

He knew that the author of this painting was none other than himself.

Moreover, Ye Ning was only eight years old when this painting was painted.

The purpose of painting this crane is also very simple. There are a group of cranes on Guhong Mountain. He has been craving for them for a long time, but he has never been able to catch them.

Later, Ye Ning thought of a way, which was to draw a picture of a crane that could look real, attract the crane, hide it aside, and catch the crane.

So this painting was painted by him.

From then on, the group of cranes suffered.

Until he was nine years old, the group of cranes were

After eating all the food, he threw the crane picture aside.

If Ye Ning hadn't seen it again today, she would have forgotten the existence of this painting.

"Idiot, this painting was painted by the master of painting, Master Yinlong. It was bought by Mr. Han for a high price of 100 million. How dare you shamelessly insult Master Yinlong's work." A young man sneered.

"Snapped."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Ning slapped him.

The young man covered his face and backed away. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, with two teeth still in it.

The young man pointed at Ye Ning and shouted angrily: "How dare you hit someone?"

"Snapped."

This time it was the other half of the young man's face, which swelled up into a pig's head.

Everyone was shocked. Lin Xue, this man, was a little too arrogant.

"Be polite when you talk to me. I don't like people talking dirty to me." Ye Ning said coldly.

Only then did everyone realize that the reason why the young man was beaten was actually because he scolded Ye Ning.

The young man knew that he was in the wrong. Although he was not angry, he did not dare to argue.

"That's enough. Even if you are the son-in-law of the Lin family, if you cause trouble here, please get out." Han Ziyan said coldly, feeling extremely disgusted with Ye Ning in her heart.

In her heart, Ye Ning has become a vulgar and violent man.

"Moreover, you said that Master Yinlong's paintings are not good. Do you have any evidence? If you can't tell, please get out. People who insult Master Yinlong are not welcome here." Han Ziyan continued.

"Paper and pen service." Ye Ning said calmly.

"What are you going to do?" Lin Xue asked softly.

"Don't you know me?" Ye Ning glanced at

glanced at her.

Lin Xue laughed dryly, this guy is quite vindictive.

"Give it to him." Han Ziyan said lightly. She wanted to know what Ye Ning wanted to do.

Could it be that he wanted to draw a picture to prove that what he said was true.

Everyone guessed this possibility, but they all thought it was a bit ridiculous.

Master Yinlong is recognized as the number one master of painting today, comparable to the great masters of ancient times.

A little guy in his twenties actually wanted to compare Master Yinlong with a painting. It was simply ridiculous.

All the painting tools were brought over, and Ye Ning spread out the painting paper. He pondered for a moment, recalling the smell of cranes in his mind. No, it should be the scene of the dancing cranes.

But in the blink of an eye, Ye Ning started writing.

Everyone stared with wide eyes at his writing.

The mountains are undulating, and cranes are dancing in different postures, either in the clouds, hiding their heads and tails, or playing and chasing in the air.

In a daze, a picture appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Among the endless mountains, the clouds were steaming, the cranes were dancing, the setting sun was like blood, and the long cry of the cranes seemed to be heard in their ears, giving them the feeling of being in nature.

Everyone was intoxicated, experiencing this rare feeling.

Under Ye Ning's writing, their hearts seemed to calm down.

"Master Hidden Dragon."

Han Ziyan was extremely shocked.

She is a big fan of Master Yinlong, and she guessed his identity from Ye Ning's paintings.

The techniques of the two paintings are exactly the same, but now Ye Ning's painting is more mature, giving people a natural feeling.

The always mysterious Master Yinlong has never been seen. Some people speculate that he may be an old man, while others say he is

A middle-aged man.

But no one would have ever thought that he was just a young man in his twenties.

This painting appeared eleven years ago. Judging from the other person's age, the painting of cranes was not just the graffiti of a little kid.

"I gave this painting to you. It's much better than that painting of a crane." Ye Ning smiled.

In the past eleven years, his painting skills have become more and more refined. If the third master were here, he would definitely praise him.

Ye Ning's words woke Han Ziyan up.

She immediately said: "Thank you, master. Come and put the painting away. Sir, can you take a moment to speak?"

"Wait a minute, little brother, why don't you sell this painting to me? I'll pay you 100 million." An old man suddenly stood up and said loudly.

"Mr. Tan, you have gone too far. I don't think you can't see it with your eyesight. How about deceiving a child with 100 million yuan?" Han Ziyan said dissatisfied.

Tan Qingshan, chairman of Yangcheng Painting Association, is also a contemporary famous artist.

He can see it himself, and he can also see it.

"Eldest niece, your family already has a painting of a crane. Why don't you give this painting to me and I'll pay 200 million." Tan Qingshan said through gritted teeth.

"Old man, who are you? This painting is for Han Ziyan, why are you involved?" Ye Ning said dissatisfied.

"Isn't it for me?" Han Ziyan was also stunned. She glanced at Lin Xue. Could it be that she was being sentimental?

"It's just for you." Ye Ning said seriously.

Everyone present was speechless. They had seen shameless people before, but this was the first time they had seen someone as shameless as Ye Ning.

Han Ziyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was about to refute.

At this time, Ye Ning took out a

A piece of paper was handed over.

Han Ziyan took it in her hand, opened it and trembled all over.

This is a marriage certificate, her name is clearly in it, and the person signing it is her father.

She would never mistake her father's handwriting.

But what is going on here?

Why didn't she know that she was still engaged?