MTL - Dressed As the Heart of a Paranoid Boss-Chapter 17 Ye Xian, what's your opinion?

  Chapter 17 Ye Xian, what's your opinion

   "Sorry, I got stuck~"

  Ye Xian felt a little embarrassed, and glanced at Mr. Bo again.

  Bo Tingshen was eating elegantly, as if it was someone else who was looking at her just now.

  The president's aura is too strong, most people can't bear it at all, and she has done something wrong and now she has a guilty conscience, she really feels like being remembered by wolves all the time.

   Please, my lord has a lot of them, so forget about it~

  Old Man Bo: "It's okay, use it slowly."

   "Okay, thank you Bo Dong."

Cheng Jingshu only took a small bite of the steak, then wiped her hands and got up, picked up an elegantly decorated scroll beside her, walked to Mr. Bo with a smile on her face, "Grandpa Bo, today is your birthday, I specially prepared a scroll for you Little gift."

"oh?"

  Old Master Bo looked at the long shaft in her hand and motioned for the housekeeper to open it.

  The housekeeper carefully laid out the picture scroll, and an extremely exquisite landscape painting was immediately presented in front of everyone.

  The name of the painting: Chun Hua Qiu Shi

On the left side of the picture is a beautiful and vibrant spring scene, and on the right side is the golden autumn picture full of fruits and plentiful fruits. The subtlety of the sub-painting.

   Such a lifelike painting with embossed gold and emerald greens has captured everyone's attention.

   "This painting is so beautiful~"

   "Sister Jingshu is really unique, and the gift she chose is so unique!"

   "This exquisite painting art is very precious at first glance~"

  Everyone was amazed, and Mr. Bo couldn't help but smile.

   "This is the painting of Xia Hewan, the chairman of the Famous Artists Association. It is very precious, and it is not a small gift."

  When Ye Xian heard the word Xia Hewan, he paused while eating and raised his head.

  Cheng Jingshu smiled shyly, brushed her hair around her ears, and glanced in the direction of Jiang Wanze and Bo Tingshen, "As long as you can make Grandpa Bo smile, everything is worth it."

  The mistress of the Bo family also looked at Cheng Jingshu with admiration, "Jingshu, you are too polite to come to grandpa's birthday banquet and bring such an expensive gift. This painting cost a lot of money, right?"

   "Not much, just 20 million, mainly... This is not something you can buy with money."

  The implication is that she not only spent a lot of money but also spent a lot of effort in order to get this painting.

   "Xia Hewan's paintings are really hard to find, you child, you have a lot of money and a heart."

  When Ye Xian heard '20 million', she was so shocked that the chopsticks in her hands dropped on the table. With a 'bang' sound, everyone looked at her again.

  Jiang Wanze turned his eyes from the painting to him, and his face was already very ugly.

   Making noise from time to time, isn't it just to let him notice her and express himself in front of grandpa?

   "Why, Ye Xian, what's your opinion?"

  Cheng Jingshu turned around and looked at Ye Xian.

  She asked this, just wanting to ridicule her, but she wiped her mouth, nodded seriously, "Yes."

"What?"

  Cheng Jingshu looked at her with a frown, and Mr. Bo also looked curious, "Oh? Wanze, is your teammate still appreciative of paintings at a young age?"

   "Grandpa, he just..."

  Jiang Wanze just wanted to speak, Ye Xian stood up, walked to "Spring Flowers and Autumn Fruits", looked at the author's signature - Xia Hewan, and looked at the three words for a long time.

  My mother's painting was actually imitated, and the imitation is so realistic.

  That's right, Xia Hewan is the mother of the original body, a well-known painter throughout the country, and the current chairman of the Domestic Artists Association.

  The authentic work of "Spring Blossoms and Autumn Fruits" is one of her early famous works, and now... it is hanging in the hall of the Ye family, and it will not appear here at all.

  (end of this chapter)