"Just say you want to buy some wine. You're the one drinking, and you're not allowed to tell anyone about me." Guan Jibai made a threatening gesture and wiped his neck. "Did you hear me?"

Song Jingliang was so angry that he laughed, "Xiaobai, is it really okay for you to be so hypocritical in front of Yan Xin? You are like this..." He didn't know what to say. It was the first time a girl made such a request to him, and she made it with confidence.

If it were someone else, they would have told them to get lost long ago.

"Will you help?"

"Okay!" But he couldn't refuse.

The two entered the courtyard, where people were busy moving things in and out, furniture, furniture, and some art collections. Guan Jibai's sharp eyes caught sight of an oil painting being held by Lao Wu himself.

The painting is of a blue rose. Elegant and gorgeous, it can instantly attract people's attention.

"Whose painting is that?" Guan Jibai was a little unable to walk.

"I don't know. The young master has collected many, and he brought this one with him when he returned to China. He has always kept it in his study. When he moved this time, the young master specifically asked me to bring it with me." Lao Wu is a rough man. If you ask him about firearms, he can talk for three days and three nights without repeating himself. But when it comes to oil paintings, he knows nothing about them.

"Isn't it just a painting?" Song Jingliang said indifferently.

Guan Jibai approached and said, "I don't believe that Yan Xin would put a random painting in his study. Don't you think this one is very different? And it's a rose, a blue rose, so beautiful!" As he said that, he leaned over to take a look.

"Oh my god! It's a Van Gogh painting!" Guan Jibai was surprised and delighted. She had only ever seen Van Gogh's paintings in museums and galleries. Friends around her were also keen collectors, and she had seen quite a few, but mostly antiques.

Young people are more interested in cars, jewelry and luxury goods. She has also seen Monet's water lilies. The unique brushstrokes and light and shadow division techniques left a shocking impression on her.

For a period of time, she was particularly fascinated by oil painting.

Van Gogh painted many flowers in his life, including all kinds of flowers, so it is not surprising that Yan Xin collected one of them.

"Who is Van Gogh?" Lao Wu was confused.

Song Jingliang was a college student after all, and he was studying film art. Upon hearing this, he also came over to watch, nodding as he watched.

"Don't look at it so closely, try looking from a distance." Guan Jibai pulled Song Jingliang back, and the two of them looked at it together for a long time, whispering to each other. The more they looked, the more they liked it, and they didn't notice Lao Wu's ugly expression.

"Ahem!" Old Five couldn't bear to watch any longer. "I say, you two are done. One is our young master's girlfriend, and the other is his nephew. Be careful about the impact. It would be so sad for our young master to see this!"

Song Jingliang blushed with anger, "Xiaobai, are you your cousin's girlfriend?"

Guan Jibai was delighted when she heard that she was Yan Xin's girlfriend. She wanted Lao Wu to say it again. When questioned by Song Jingliang, she had to say apologetically, "Jingliang, I'm sorry. I may not be able to be your sister in the future. I can only be your aunt."

When Lao Wu heard this, he burst out laughing.

"You wish." Song Jingliang turned and left, and the two people behind him hurriedly followed.

The courtyard house had obviously been renovated, with many modern and simple designs inside, but many of the furniture still retained old antique furniture, such as huanghuali chairs and rosewood desks. Song Jingliang knew more about the market for these than Guan Jibai, and he complained about them as soon as he saw them.

"Luxury, wasteful, neither Chinese nor Western."