Song Li whispered: "It's a little strange.
I noticed that every time Ye Minglang praised the painting, her expression was very proud and proud, but as soon as her sister Qin Xian's name was mentioned, although she smiled He looked up, but his eyes were cold, and then he changed the topic without any trace. " When I heard this, I became even more puzzled.
Isn't she proud of her sister?
According to Song Li, Qin Yin is too contradictory.
It was a long way to the suburbs, and it was already afternoon when we arrived.
Qin Yin and Ye Minglang, two people obsessed with art, hit it off again.
They discussed in the studio for several hours, watching the sun set and the sky get dark.
Song Li and I looked at each other, but Bai Ming'an had been standing coldly in the room.
Occasionally I turned my head and saw him standing in front of a dark oil painting of the sky, with light eyebrows and handsome eyes, a fair face, and a cold expression.
I don’t know if he understands or appreciates it.
I turned my head and saw that Song Li winked at me with a smile and said, "Ning Ning, when are you going to forgive my senior brother?"
I hummed slightly and did not answer directly.
I don't know whether to forgive or not, and I haven't told Song Li yet that I will go back to Longcheng with Ye Minglang when he finishes his work.
Qin Yin, who lowered her head to speak, looked this way.
I looked straight at her calmly.
She smiled gently at me, but her beautiful eyes were as Song Li said, cold inside without a trace of warmth.
I raised my eyebrows, walked up to Ye Minglang, who was still admiring the paintings, and said with a smile: "Mr.
Ye, it's dark."
Ye Minglang looked up, as if he had just noticed that so much time had passed.
He took out his pocket watch from his shirt and opened it with a soft sound.
After looking at the time, he was even more surprised: "It's past seven o'clock."
He put the pocket watch in, gave me a disgusted look, and then smiled gently at Qin Yin: "Miss Qin, I had a great time chatting today.
I hope you will consider selling my sister's works to me next time you come over."
Qin Yin pursed her lips and smiled, and was about to speak when suddenly a white light flashed outside, illuminating her dark green dress.
Thunder sounded in the next second, followed by heavy rain.
Song Li was close to the window, looked outside, and shook his head: "The rain is too heavy.
It seems that it won't stop for a while."
His words stunned several people present.
Qin Yin smiled again: "I have extra guest rooms at home.
If you don't mind, you can stay here tonight and wait until the rain stops tomorrow before leaving.
The terrain in the suburbs is low, and there will be water accumulation if it rains so hard.
It's difficult to drive in the dark.
Not safe.”
Song Li looked at Bai Ming'an, and I stared at Ye Minglang.
Ye Minglang nodded simply: "Then don't bother Miss Qin."
Qin Yin smiled sweetly and glanced at Song Li vaguely.
Finally, her eyes briefly stayed on Bai Ming'an.
She walked out with a smile and called the maid to show us the room.
A few of us were assigned to the guest room on the third floor.
Qin Yin also prepared dinner, but she did not show up during the meal.
Her mute maid explained with gestures that she was not feeling well and had to rest, leaving us to do what we wanted.
The owner was not here, so a few of us who were familiar with each other sat together, and it was indeed much more comfortable.
The rain was falling outside, and Song Li was worried that Bai Ming'an's beetles would be flooded.
After eating quickly, the two of them went out together, preparing to eat the beetles.
The car was parked in the garage of the villa.
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Ye Minglang and I were the only two people left on the dining table.
Ye Minglang was holding a knife and fork with elegant and noble gestures.
Under the European-style chandelier, his young and handsome face shone brightly.
I listened to the noise, and after confirming that Bai Ming'an and the others were far away, I quickly asked: "Hey, why are you here?
What did your sister say?"
Don't blame me for being surprised.
Before I left, Mingzhu and Ye Minglang had settled their differences, but the relationship between the siblings was still at the stage where they didn't like each other.
Ye Minglang was a young man with such a temper, but Mingzhu was able to persuade him to pick me up.
There must be something inside There is a story.
Ye Minglang swallowed a mouthful of Western food, put the knife neatly in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth with a white napkin, and then said slowly: "I manage the company for my father, and she promised to shoot promotional ads for us for free."
When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart.
Mingzhu is well-known at home and abroad as a photographer, and she is not short of money.
Many companies even refused to pay high prices for her to take photos.
Now for me, they are willing to give Ye Ye for free.
Ming Lang is filming a commercial.
She hates commercials the most
I was so moved that Ye Minglang glanced at me, his eyes full of contempt: "You have no future."
I glared at him: "Are you jealous and jealous that your sister treats me better than she treats you?"
Ye Minglang frowned, pulled his handsome face, and stared at me hatefully for a while: "Old witch."
This sentence made me furious.
I picked up the tableware and prepared to defend my dignity.
However, I saw the mute maid standing quietly at the entrance of the stairs, staring directly at the tableware in my hand.
I smiled dryly: "Hahaha, we are joking."
I immediately put the tableware down and put it away.
Ye Minglang sneered softly: "Cartilage."
I didn't bother to pay attention to him, quickly finished my meal, went upstairs to the room, and threw myself on the soft bed.
Not long after I lay down, Song Li knocked on my door.
I walked over to open the door and found him and Bai Ming'an standing at the door, looking a little cautious.
I couldn't help but be stunned: "What's wrong?"
I asked, "The Beetle was flooded."
Song Li shook his head: "No."
The two people walked in and found a place to sit down in the room.
I closed the door and walked over.
"What's going on?"
From the looks of them, it seemed like something happened when they parked their cars.
Song Li turned to Bai Ming'an and nodded his chin: "Brother, take it out."
I looked at Bai Ming'an and saw the hand he had been holding behind his back stretched out, holding a paintbrush in it.
I walked over and took a look.
The pen body was brown and the bristles on the front were variegated.
It was a used paintbrush.
"Isn't Qin Yin's sister a painter?
What's wrong with her having paintbrushes at home?"
I said, suddenly thinking of something, "Wait a minute, where did you find them?"
They just went to the garage, didn't they?
Song Li confirmed my guess: "I found it in the corner of the garage.
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Ning Ning, this brush has a strong ghost spirit, exactly like the one on the clock."
I was surprised: "You mean, the female ghost in red is the sister of the dead Qin Xian and Qin Yin."
If that's true, then Qin Xian committed suicide.
There is a folk saying that as long as you commit suicide wearing red clothes, you will die.
Then you can become a ghost.
Could it be that Qin Xian had resentment towards his sister Qin Yin, so he stayed near the villa after his death?
"In addition, senior brother has made some other discoveries."
Song Li said.
Bai Ming'an stood there and said in a calm tone: "When I shook hands with Qin Yin, there were obvious calluses on the fingers of her left hand.
This is very strange
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