Chapter 246 I am Qiao Chu

The next day.

Qiao Chuchu stood in front of a luxurious manor, feeling as if she had appeared in the 2.0 version of Wei Sheng's home.

So grand.

So luxurious.

It felt like it took five minutes to walk from the gate to the main entrance.

Ye Huining stood on the second floor, holding a teacup in his hand, looking down at her.

Qiao Chuchu had delicate makeup, wore a goose yellow knitted coarse linen suit, and walked towards her home with a brisk pace.

Qiao Chuchu was accompanied by a bodyguard.

He was two heads taller than Qiao Chuchu, with broad shoulders and long legs, wearing a well-cut suit, and walked with her.

He was handsome, but his eyebrows and eyes were lifeless, as if shrouded by a layer of dark clouds, and his aura was overwhelming.

And the more he looked, the more familiar he looked.

Suddenly, the man raised his eyes and looked at her.

Ye Huining's pupils shrank and she covered her mouth in disbelief.

Oh my God, Qiao Chuchu's bodyguard is Shen Zhuoyan, the eldest son

of the Shen family! The bastard who killed his father!

Shen Zhuoyan's gaze paused on her face for a few seconds, then retracted his gaze coldly.

Ye Huining was still in shock, feeling like she was being stared at by a wolf, and her back was cold.

Such a bodyguard must not get close to her son!

She quickly ran to Ji Yanchuan: "Son, get up, there are guests at home."

Ji Yanchuan opened his eyes uncomfortably, his voice hoarse and smoking: "I don't have the strength, I don't want to receive them."

Ye Huining helped him up and coaxed him: "Get up, this is a very important guest, he will make you happy."

Ji Yanchuan pushed her away impatiently: "No! Nothing can make me happy now."

Unless it's Qiao Chuchu.

Ye Huining almost sprained her ankle, but she was not angry. She sat beside him on the bed and ruffled his hair, coaxing him in a gentle voice: "The customer is here to buy paintings. You have a good memory and can introduce people. Go wash up quickly."

Ji Yanchuan had no choice but to get off the bed: "Give me the introduction list."

-Qiao

Chuchu stood in the studio, staring at the oil painting on the wall intently.

It was painted by her mother.

She could tell at a glance.

Her mother was good at impressionist painting, and this was the first work she sold.

Mother Pei said that her mother used the first painting she sold to pay for their tuition.

She said expectantly: "I must get this painting, I have prepared the money."

Her property is divided into three parts, one part is earned by herself, one part is the dividend of Pei's company shares, and one part is the red envelopes given by her family.

The red envelopes alone are already several billion.

So she must get it!

Shen Zhuoyan nodded and smiled along with her: "Well, you will definitely get it."

The housekeeper walked to Shen Zhuoyan: "Our master is coming, can you wait in the corridor? Our master doesn't want bodyguards to be present when he talks to guests."

Shen Zhuoyan felt strange: "I can stand in the corner without saying anything."

Although the housekeeper smiled, his attitude was very tough: "No."

"Just listen to him." Qiao Chuchu said: "Some people will mind."

Shen Zhuoyan looked at her worriedly, and walked to the corridor reluctantly, his eyes wishing to stick to Qiao Chuchu.

The housekeeper closed the door, blocking his gaze, and smiled at Shen Zhuoyan: "Hehe."

Shen Zhuoyan turned away in dissatisfaction.

Qiao Chuchu continued to look at the painting, wanting to see the brushstrokes on the painting carefully.

Ji Yanchuan walked over from the next room while wearing a watch, and stood a few steps away from Qiao Chuchu: "You have a good eye. This painting is the first painting painted by the painter Qiao Qiao."

His voice was hoarse, low and particularly magnetic, completely different from his voice when he was healthy.

When I think of Qiao Qiao, I think of Qiao Chuchu.

Ji Yanchuan's eyes couldn't help but become lonely: "Her daughter Qiao Chu is also a well-known painter, did you know her?"

"I know." Qiao Chuchu stared at the painting intently without looking back: "I am Qiao Chu."

Ji Yanchuan: "......?"