must divorce

"What did you say!"

Qi Nanyi turned her head to look at Wen Luo in shock, her lips trembling with anger.

"What's the trouble?" Lian Xiao pulled Ravenlo and motioned him to sit down.

Wen Luo pouted, and said, "Why, why don't you let me expose the counterfeit?"

"You mean the painting I bought is fake?"

After being shocked, Qi Nanyi breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at Wen Luo calmly: "Sister-in-law, even if you didn't prepare a gift, you don't have to slander me like this, do you?"

"Exactly!" Su Qi glared at Wen Luo, patted Qi Nanyi on the shoulder, and said, "Even if Xiaoyi can't tell, can't dad tell the truth from the fake?"

"That's right, why do you say that the calligraphy and painting are fake?"

"That's right, if you have the ability, you can show evidence..."

The people around either ridiculed or scorned followed and made fun of.

Apparently they didn't believe that the young Wen Luo knew the truth.

"It's ridiculous, a fake pair actually fooled a bunch of you guys." Wen Luo chuckled, raised his head with one hand in his pocket and looked at the old man.

"Grandpa, to tell you the truth, with your sharp eyes, you should know after a few more glances. This painting is just a high-quality imitation. Everyone knows that "Bamboo Ci" was written by Master Zhang Xi. There is a characteristic of the painting, and my grandfather must know it, but under this painting, the color of the seal is slightly bright red, and it is impossible to see that it has been deposited for decades or even hundreds of years."

As the old man said, he lowered his head and indeed frowned. He was too excited just now and his eyes were not very good, so he didn't take these issues seriously.

"Besides, Master Zhang Xi is from the Song Dynasty, so the quality of the paper is not right." Wen Luo shook his head, looked at Qi Nanyi, who was paler and paler, and smiled sadly.

"Why not?"

Lian Xiao drank a glass of wine, turned his head and asked in cooperation.

"The rice paper used in the Song Dynasty is relatively rough in texture, but this painting is obviously made in modern times, because its color is consistent both inside and outside, as well as concave and convex. The fake peerless, because it is dyed with color, thick and deep, Thinness is shallow; inside is light, outside is heavy; convex is there, concave is not. Because the texture is different, the degree of color reception must be different, I think you should be very clear, right?"

"Ah...it seems to be the case..."

The people around laughed dryly and nodded.

If you can't tell at this time, isn't that admitting that you are an idiot?

While Wen Luo was talking, the old man took out his glasses to check, but when he kept feeling the texture with his hands, he lowered his head and sighed briefly, shook his head and threw away the calligraphy and painting.

Everyone could see this expression, and what Wen Luo said just now must be true.

"Xiao Yi, it seems that this painting is indeed an imitation..." The old man sighed, looking regretful.

"This...how is this possible..."

Qi Nanyi stayed where he was with a pale face, his neck was covered with blush in half a moment, and now he felt that his face must be hot to the touch.

This is so fucking embarrassing!

Listening to the whispers around, Qi Nanyi felt as if he had been slapped twice on the face.

"That...Xiao Yi probably doesn't know much, and was deceived by others..." Su Qi patted Qi Nanyi's shoulder with a smile, and laughed as if to relieve embarrassment.

The old man nodded, looked at Qi Nanyi and said, "It's okay, Grandpa has my heart."

"Thank you, Grandpa Lian." Qi Nanyi nodded, and his face became more rosy when he sat down.

Wen Luo was secretly happy, and leisurely took a piece of ribs and stuffed them into his mouth and gnawed on them.

Lian Xiao looked at him with his hands propped up, and shook his head with a broken smile.

Qi Nanyi had a panoramic view of all this, and dragged the hand pinched under the table into the jeans, hatred grew more and more.

If it wasn't for Wen Luo...he wouldn't be so ashamed.

Without him, brother Lian Xiao would only belong to him alone.

Without him, the young mistress of the Lian family should be him, Qi Nanyi...

Qi Nanyi had more and more thoughts in his mind, and the eyes that looked at Wen Luo became deeper and deeper.

Feeling a strong gaze, Wen Luo raised his head and met Qi Nanyi's vicious eyes. He chuckled, bit off the chicken leg in his hand, and pointed at him with his thumb down, making a contemptuous gesture.

Qi Nanyi gritted his teeth, his eyes widened so that the muscles on his face trembled slightly.

After a while, Qi Nanyi let go of his hand, smiled and mouthed to Wen Luo.

Wen Luo understood, what he said was: just wait for me.

Wen Luo rolled his eyes, smiled viciously, pulled it across the night, picked up a piece of beef with the knife and fork in his right hand, and handed it to him, and said with a slight smile: "Come on, husband, eat a piece of beef... ...."

"..." Lian Xiao looked at his grabbed collar, and looked up at him.

Wen Luo continued to squint and smile.

"..." Lian Xiao moved over and took a bite, then pushed Wen Luo a few centimeters away.

He bit the beef in his mouth and suddenly felt innocent.

There is no doubt that he was disgusted...

Qi Nanyi's face was abnormally dark, he slapped the table, which startled Su Qi beside him.

Satisfied with his reaction, Wen Luo withdrew his hand and continued to nibble on his little chicken leg.

But think about it just now...

Well, he was also disgusted by himself.

"Use me as a shield next time, and I'll kill you in front of everyone present!"

Lian Xiao said in a low voice, and pulled Wen Luo over, his face a little gloomy.

Wen Luo shook his shoulders, moved his waist and held his hand, and said in a trembling tone: "You, you, you... dare!"

"You try?" Lian Xiao curled his lips, smiling wickedly.

"I, I, I..." Wen Luo stammered for a while, like a deflated ball: "Don't be so stingy..."

"Sit down and eat honestly! Grandpa's birthday was messed up by you. I forgot what I told you. I don't mind helping you remember it."

While Lian Xiao was talking, he slipped into Wen Luo's clothes very "calmly", and lifted up the white shirt, revealing a piece of snow-white skin. A coolness slipped in through the gap, and Lian Xiao's palm Like ants crawling, Wen Luo gritted his teeth and trembled from the itchiness.

"I, I, I, I'll be honest!" Wen Luo grabbed his wrist in fright, and said in a trembling voice, "Don't move... Calm... Calm..."

Seeing his panic-stricken expression, Lian Xiao couldn't help chuckling, let go and took a sip of the red wine in front of her.

I originally planned to tease him again, but I didn't expect to be so involuntary.

Before Wen Luo could relax, he heard a mocking voice beside him.

"Wen Luo, it's Dad's birthday. You haven't prepared any birthday presents, have you?" Su Qi crossed her arms and looked at him funny.

Gnaw, I'm finding fault again.

Wen Luo pouted secretly, and smiled: "The junior has no great skills, but I still prepared a birthday present for Grandpa."

"Oh?" Su Qi snorted coldly. She expected that Wen Luo wouldn't be able to bring out anything. With him alone, without a student who had no strength, no background and no money, he could buy something good.

"If that's the case, then show it to everyone." Su Qi said with a smile.

Qi Nanyi's eyes lit up, and he showed a polite smile: "Yes, sister-in-law, the oolong I made just now didn't make Grandpa Lian happy, and you are his granddaughter-in-law, so you must prepare a big gift for Grandpa Lian, right? "