"OK."
Wen Xi smiled slightly.
Although the old man is now old, he still looks energetic, has a sharp eye, and his power as a tiger general is no less than that of his youth.
But Wenxi was somehow not afraid of him at all, perhaps because his heart was full of admiration for him.
Moreover, the old man looked very kind when he smiled, much better than the cold-faced boss sitting next to her.
Thinking of this, she secretly glanced at He Tingyan.
Come to think of it, she had never seen this person smile...
Isn't it facial paralysis?
Tsk, what a waste of this shell.
If you could smile, you would be the most beautiful girl in the world.
Wen Xi was daydreaming when He Tingyan interrupted her thoughts.
"Does my face look good?"
"It's okay." Wen Xi blurted out while distracted, but it was too late when he reacted.
…
How could she comment on the boss's beauty?
He's simply risking his life.
"Um, no, what I actually wanted to say is..."
"Focus on eating."
He Tingyan's eyes deepened as he looked at her.
"oh."
An old man and a child were trying hard to hold back their laughter.
"I'm sorry, little uncle~" He Xing winked at Wen Xi playfully.
Wen Xi: “…”
Excuse me?
Is the boss so innocent?
Are you embarrassed when people look at you a few times?
Alas, I was thinking of asking him to be a model in the future, but it seems there is no hope...
With He Xing, the lively guy, around, the atmosphere quickly became lively after a brief period of awkwardness, and the meal was a great pleasure for both the host and the guests.
After dinner, the little guy talked to Wen Xi for a while and then went back to his room to do his homework.
He Tingyan pushed her to the study.
The old man happily showed her the finally framed painting.
"How is it? This painting is framed pretty well, isn't it?"
Wen Xi took a look and his eyes lit up instantly.
"Can you push me closer?"
She looked up at He Tingyan, her voice sounding anxious.
He Tingyan nodded.
After adjusting the angle, he brought her closer to the painting on the desk.
Wen Xi looked carefully at the painting in front of him.
His eyes slowly moved across the scroll, not missing even the smallest details.
That's right.
This technique of mounting paintings must be done by Aunt Lan!
It is true that after searching for a needle in a haystack, it was finally found without any effort.
Wen Xi was delighted.
Aunt Lan gave me a new life.
With the help and encouragement of Aunt Lan, she was able to pick up her paintbrush again in her previous life.
Wen Xi went to a picture framing shop shortly after his rebirth, but for some reason, the owner turned out to be a stranger, not a painter or calligrapher, and he couldn't find anyone at all.
"Grandpa He, can I ask you something?"
"Girl, you say."
"Do you know the last name of the owner of this picture framing shop?"
"This... seems to be surnamed Lan."
"Are you sure your last name is Lan?"
The old man narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, then patted his head and confirmed, "Yes, her surname is Lan. I heard her family is a century-old shop, with the painting mounting skills passed down through generations. It was an old friend who introduced me to this shop!"
After getting a positive answer, Wen Xi was very happy, with a smile on his face.
The surname is Lan, and it is also a century-old brand. How could there be such a coincidence in the world? It must be Aunt Lan!
"Why, do you know each other?"
"No... I don't know him. I just couldn't help asking because the painting was so well framed."
In order to conceal the secret of his rebirth, Wen Xi calmed himself down and said.
"By the way, Grandpa He, can you give me the address of this shop? The work is pretty good. I want to frame paintings there in the future."
"Okay."
Mr. He hurriedly called Jin Bo in, but things did not go as smoothly as he had imagined.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
