I immediately squinted my eyes, and it looked white to me, but the first second I saw the clock, I seemed to see that the girl's flying skirt was clearly bright red.
Could it be that my eyes are blind?
Foreman Sun came over and explained: "Oh, this painting was given by an art friend of the investor.
You see, the rhombus shape means extending in all directions.
People who do business like to go smoothly and without obstacles. ” Foreman Sun said while looking me up and down: "Is this little girl seeing something?"
Song Li raised his eyebrows, and I smiled and said, "I think this painting is beautiful, and I want to get one to hang on the wall at home."
Foreman Sun was eager to get rid of the haunting rumors, so he told us the artist's address and asked him to We went to our homes to ask for paintings.
Of course I said yes and followed Song Li around the hall.
Foreman Sun still had something to do, so I talked it over with Song Li and left first.
I looked at his back and asked Song Li, "What did he tell you?"
He had been chatting in the corner for so long just now.
Song Li shrugged: "I begged me to solve it, and he said he would thank me deeply when the matter is completed."
"Oh."
I twitched the corner of my mouth and said in a mocking tone, "The white bastard here must be much more active than you."
Song Li turned to look at me, but looked beyond me and looked outside the glass door.
He smiled like a spring breeze: "Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here."
I looked back and saw Bai Ming'an walking leisurely under the sun, his pace was neither hasty nor slow, his posture was upright, and the fine golden light shone on his back, making his ink-painted facial features even more outstanding.
He came over and nodded his chin at Song Li.
When he faced me, I turned my head, showing a clear sign of resistance.
He seemed to frown slightly, standing next to Song Li and asking for any clues.
Song Li told him what I had discovered.
He stared at the clock for a minute and asked Song Li to try shooting at it with the peach wood sword.
Song Li took out the peach wood sword as he said, enlarged it, held it in his hand and recited a spell, then threw it violently.
Just when it was about to approach the clock, the peach wood sword was bounced away by an invisible force and fell to the ground again, instantly shrinking to the size of a jewelry pendant.
The three of us were silent for a moment, and Song Li spoke first: "It seems that we have to go to the artist's place."
What kind of artist can deflect a Taoist priest's mahogany sword?
There is clearly something fishy about it.
Moreover, when the clock was attacked just now, the white dress of the girl in the background was instantly dyed red, and at the same time it exuded a strong ghostly aura.
Bai Ming'an said that the ghostly aura was exactly the same as that of the female ghost in red.
Although we were in the car together, I still ignored Bai Ming'an along the way.
He was not a talkative person to begin with, so it didn't matter.
Seeing his calm face made me even more angry.
The artist Foreman Sun was talking about lived in an independent villa in the suburbs.
The road was quite far, and it was already afternoon when we drove there.
When they arrived at the villa, they were stopped outside by the guard.
After grinding for more than ten minutes, Song Li's smile became a little stiff.
He has traveled all over the world with his rosy face and eloquent mouth.
He has never met such a stubborn person.
The guard turned over and over again and only said one sentence, not making an appointment with his master.
No visitors.
"Haha, he is indeed a great artist and has a lot of personality."
Song Li laughed a few times, but couldn't help but roll his eyes when he turned around.
I couldn't help but laugh when I saw how embarrassed he was, and he gave me a hard glare.
"What should we do now?"
Song Li leaned against Beetle, his light pink shirt a little shiny under the sun.
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He looked at the indifferent Bai Ming'an, then at me who looked calm, and raised his eyebrows: "You guys are talking. , You can’t just wait outside.”
Just as he was talking, an old Shanghai classic car drove up on the road, and a young man in a retro suit and hat got out of the car.
His leather shoes were polished, and when he walked, his clothes lifted up, revealing the gold in his shirt pocket. pocket watch.
When I looked at him like that, I always felt that he looked familiar.
When he came closer, he stopped, raised his head, and looked through his hat.
His arrogant and arrogant temperament was immediately conveyed to him.
Why is Ye Minglang here?
I watched him approach in disbelief.
I glanced at Song Li and Bai Ming'an.
Finally, his eyes fell on me, with a hint of impatience in his eyes: "Hey, witch."
What did he call me?
My surprise instantly turned into a twitch at the corner of my mouth: "What are you doing here?"
I rolled my eyes, "Your sister asked you to come."
Ye Minglang snorted, obviously unwilling to admit it, but still replied: "Don't get me wrong, I'm mainly here to discuss business, and I stopped by to pick you up."
Before he finished speaking, I interrupted him: "Come and see if I'm right.
I know Mingzhu doesn't trust me.
Haha."
I patted his shoulder hard and told him to shut up with my eyes.
His eyes were surprised for a few seconds, then he disappeared again, took a step back, and smoothed the area I had just photographed with disgust.
He glanced at the three of us and said, "I was going to see you after discussing business.
What are you doing here?"
Before I could answer, Song Li spoke first: "Sorry to bother you, but the person you are interviewing is the person in this villa."
I raised my eyebrows upon hearing this, such a coincidence.
Sure enough, Ye Minglang nodded: "Indeed."
He looked at us with sharp eyes, "You are also here to see Miss Qin."
Song Li put his hand on my shoulder and smiled brightly: "Yeah, why don't we laugh together."
Ye Minglang's eyes showed suspicion, Song Li squeezed me hard, and I quickly followed suit: "Yes, brother Minglang, let's go together.
When we get in, you will do your work, and we will do ours.
After we finish our work, we will Let’s reminisce about old times, hahaha.”
Ye Minglang's face was a bit disgusting: "Don't call me brother."
He turned around arrogantly, "Let's go.
Without a reservation, you country bumpkins won't be able to get in even if you stand outside all day."
I:"" "" Song Li raised his eyebrows, "Ning Ning, what did he just say?"
I scratched my head and changed the topic: "Stop talking about these useless things, just follow up."
Song Li hummed softly, but after all, he didn't care anymore.
The villa doorman recognized Ye Minglang, who had an appointment, and glanced at the three people behind him.
Ye Minglang said: "They are my assistants and errand runners."
Song Li's beautiful eyes narrowed.
The guard nodded and let him go.
A maid came to lead the way, but she didn't say a word all the way.
We quietly arrived at the living room with our eyes and noses in mind.
While waiting for the owner to appear, Ye Minglang briefly told us about the artist Miss Qin.
Ms.
Qin’s name is Qin Yin.
She is an excellent violinist.
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She has performed publicly at the Vienna Golden Hall abroad.
Her personal skills have even been recognized by masters
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