Chapter 360
Shen Chengjing is comfortable to depend on there, stretch out hand to pull his big palm, gently pull his finger: "today, uncle Lin looked for me."
She looked up at the bag and said to him, "look at it."
"Good." Listen to Uncle Lin, his mind keeps turning, and he soon knows, surnamed Lin? Who else but the lawyer?
These things, as early as he expected.
She reached out to open her bag, took out the copy, opened it, looked at it carefully, read it at a glance, and then put it back.
"It seems that my father is also a very careful person and loves you very much." He said in a low voice that all the things were left to her, and let Mr. Lin do so, which really had his deep meaning.
In this way, it not only protects Shen Chengjing, but also does not let others succeed.
If at that time, let Mr. Lin come to find Shen Chengjing. I'm afraid she will be killed by others when she is young. What he wants is for Shen Chengjing to find her. It's a gamble, and it's also a desire for her. If she's brilliant, she'll naturally think about why her parents died suddenly. If she's satisfied and doesn't think about it, it's just fate.
"He has always loved me very much. When I was a child, I was a princess, dad and Mommy..."
"Now, you are also a little princess." He whispered.
Shen Chengjing looked at him and quickly sat up: "uncle, I won't divorce me for anything, right?"
Sometimes, the better he is, the more scared she is. Since childhood, there is no sense of security, just like clearly have, she is always afraid to lose, because the heart of that desire, all he filled.
"Well." His silent eyes fell on her face, stretched out his hand to hold her cool hands, and said in a low voice: "don't think about it any more. My grandfather has given you all the paintings. If I dare, he will send someone to break my legs and blow up my camp."
"Ah?" She listened, a little confused. What's the matter with her grandfather?
"I understand." He looked at her confused appearance, with a deep smile, got up and walked towards the kitchen.
Listening to the painting, she lifted the blanket, ran upstairs and back to the room to find it. Finally, she turned the painting over. When she opened it, she saw that it was a picture of Qingming River, which was lifelike. Her eyes fell on the signature, and only on the ink green pine.
"Ink green pine?" She couldn't believe her eyes. She had heard about Mo Qingsong's reputation for a long time. It's said that the painting is very valuable. The most famous one is this one. He disdained it when he heard that someone had paid several hundred million yuan. In the end, no one dared to think about this painting again.
She was stunned for a moment, lowered her eyes slightly and put the painting back.
"Uncle." She ran downstairs as if he knew something.
"See?" He was coming out with the food and watched her run downstairs. He knew that she was so careless that he didn't move the gift when he got it back.
"What does Mo Qingsong have to do with our Mohist school?" They are all surnamed mo. moreover, the painting was given to her by her grandfather. The relationship between her grandfather and Qingsong must be good.
It's just that the painting is too expensive, and she was surprised.
"When my grandfather was young, his pen name was mo... Qing... Song."
"Poof." She was startled to hear him drag the ending of the three words very long.
"This, that is the real work of grandfather?"
Mo Yanchen stood there, looking at her like this, Junmei also slightly wrinkled, stretched out his hand and hugged her: "last night, my grandfather started a company's troops to find you, eh? Are you satisfied? Little thing? "
She looked up at the bag and said to him, "look at it."
"Good." Listen to Uncle Lin, his mind keeps turning, and he soon knows, surnamed Lin? Who else but the lawyer?
These things, as early as he expected.
She reached out to open her bag, took out the copy, opened it, looked at it carefully, read it at a glance, and then put it back.
"It seems that my father is also a very careful person and loves you very much." He said in a low voice that all the things were left to her, and let Mr. Lin do so, which really had his deep meaning.
In this way, it not only protects Shen Chengjing, but also does not let others succeed.
If at that time, let Mr. Lin come to find Shen Chengjing. I'm afraid she will be killed by others when she is young. What he wants is for Shen Chengjing to find her. It's a gamble, and it's also a desire for her. If she's brilliant, she'll naturally think about why her parents died suddenly. If she's satisfied and doesn't think about it, it's just fate.
"He has always loved me very much. When I was a child, I was a princess, dad and Mommy..."
"Now, you are also a little princess." He whispered.
Shen Chengjing looked at him and quickly sat up: "uncle, I won't divorce me for anything, right?"
Sometimes, the better he is, the more scared she is. Since childhood, there is no sense of security, just like clearly have, she is always afraid to lose, because the heart of that desire, all he filled.
"Well." His silent eyes fell on her face, stretched out his hand to hold her cool hands, and said in a low voice: "don't think about it any more. My grandfather has given you all the paintings. If I dare, he will send someone to break my legs and blow up my camp."
"Ah?" She listened, a little confused. What's the matter with her grandfather?
"I understand." He looked at her confused appearance, with a deep smile, got up and walked towards the kitchen.
Listening to the painting, she lifted the blanket, ran upstairs and back to the room to find it. Finally, she turned the painting over. When she opened it, she saw that it was a picture of Qingming River, which was lifelike. Her eyes fell on the signature, and only on the ink green pine.
"Ink green pine?" She couldn't believe her eyes. She had heard about Mo Qingsong's reputation for a long time. It's said that the painting is very valuable. The most famous one is this one. He disdained it when he heard that someone had paid several hundred million yuan. In the end, no one dared to think about this painting again.
She was stunned for a moment, lowered her eyes slightly and put the painting back.
"Uncle." She ran downstairs as if he knew something.
"See?" He was coming out with the food and watched her run downstairs. He knew that she was so careless that he didn't move the gift when he got it back.
"What does Mo Qingsong have to do with our Mohist school?" They are all surnamed mo. moreover, the painting was given to her by her grandfather. The relationship between her grandfather and Qingsong must be good.
It's just that the painting is too expensive, and she was surprised.
"When my grandfather was young, his pen name was mo... Qing... Song."
"Poof." She was startled to hear him drag the ending of the three words very long.
"This, that is the real work of grandfather?"
Mo Yanchen stood there, looking at her like this, Junmei also slightly wrinkled, stretched out his hand and hugged her: "last night, my grandfather started a company's troops to find you, eh? Are you satisfied? Little thing? "