On the day of the graduation ceremony, the president of the second marriage was married

After chatting with Xiao Mengyi for a while, Grandma Lin got up and went to the kitchen. Today she made the soup herself, so she had to keep an eye on it to feel at ease.

Xiao Mengyi helped her grandma get up and wanted to go to the kitchen with her, but she stopped her.

"You two, talk here, and I'll come and take a look."

After grandma walked away, the whole living room fell silent.

Xiao Mengyi turned to look at Lin Anjie. Lin Anjie put down the cup in his hand and passed by Xiao Mengyi without saying a word.

Go up the spiral staircase next to the living room.

Xiao Mengyi's curious eyes turned from Lin Anjie's tall and slender back to the entire room.

In the car, she felt like she was driving up the mountain. When she stopped at the door, she didn't dare to look around, but she could feel that this was not a villa, but a manor.

The bright living room with black and gray marble floor tiles is at least 200 square meters.

There is a whole wall of high floor-to-ceiling windows, and you should be able to see the beautiful scenery outside during the day.

In the middle of the living room is a noble and elegant Ming and Qing Chinese-style classical sofa, and an expensive and gorgeous crystal chandelier, which makes the entire hall gorgeous.

There are antique racks in every corner, with all kinds of priceless antiques on them.

Xiao Mengyi didn't understand the prices of these things, but her intuition told her not to touch them. If she accidentally broke one, she wouldn't be able to afford the compensation if she sold it.

Her dark eyes kept turning, and she was unconsciously attracted to a painting hanging on the wall.

She had seen it in one of her master's painting albums. The master liked these Chinese paintings the most, but he just liked them. I heard that the transaction price of this painting was close to one billion.

Today was an eye-opener for her.

"This is Qi Baishi's "Tall Pines and Cypresses"," a low, slightly hoarse voice came from behind.

Xiao Mengyi quickly turned around and looked for the voice. A tall and thin old man came from the gate, wearing a Chinese tunic suit and a thin face.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he was probably in his 60s.

"Are you the wife An Jie married today?" The tall, thin old man squinted his eyes and stared directly at Xiao Mengyi with a cold gaze.

Xiao Mengyi shook her body, held her hands, and nodded slightly.

The tall, thin old man walked up to Xiao Mengyi, stood side by side, and looked up at the paintings on the wall.

"Do you like this painting?" The man continued, ignoring Xiao Mengyi, "There was a girl here who wanted this painting three years ago."

"No, I don't want this painting." Xiao Mengyi's voice was small but firm.

"Oh, what about this, this, this?" The man pointed at the paintings on the walls of the room.

"I can give away everything in this house at any time, but only to useful people." The man turned sideways and looked directly at Xiao Mengyi.

She didn't know what the man meant when he said these words, but she knew they definitely meant something.

The taciturn Lin Anjie is already tiring, and here comes a sinister and eccentric old man.

She really didn't have enough brain power today.

"Ziheng, you're back, aren't you?" Grandma walked over from the kitchen.

The strange old man immediately walked over with a smile and supported the old lady: "Mom, go to the kitchen again! Just let them make whatever you want to eat. Don't be tired."

Grandma Lin came over and pulled Xiao Mengyi: "This is Anjie's father. Have you met him just now?"

Xiao Mengyi really didn't expect that this was Lin Anjie's father. Apart from their similar and cold eyes, there was really no resemblance between them in appearance.

She was dumbfounded and didn't know how to answer. Lin Ziheng was already describing to Grandma Lin with a smile on his face how he and Xiao Mengyi just enjoyed the paintings together.

Xiao Mengyi rolled her eyes in her heart. He had been talking just now, so there was no room for her to speak.

Lin Anjie slowly walked down the stairs. He changed into pure white casual clothes and looked much more relaxed.

"That's right. Mengyi is wearing a red skirt and you are wearing white clothes. It's so right." Grandma Lin and the child clapped their hands happily.

"Why does the skirt on Mengyi look so familiar?" Lin Ziheng stared at Xiao Mengyi in confusion.

Xiao Mengyi was at a loss as the father and son looked at her. Grandma Lin had sent these clothes over.

Grandma Lin smiled mysteriously and said, "Eat first, and chat while eating!"