If you don't hide your vest, you will inherit hundreds of millions of properties

Chapter 289 Who Are You To Qiao Yun
A group of old men also leaned over to look at it immediately.

"It is indeed Master Qiao's style of painting. You can see that the signature is also in his handwriting."

"Yes, based on my years of experience, it is indeed true."

"Old man Lu, what's the matter with you, you can't tell the truth from the fake? You still like Master Qiao's paintings so much."

Mr. Lu was still in shock, and his whole body was in a state of bewilderment.

It wasn't that he had bad eyesight, he was also very confident that the painting was real at the time, and he blamed Lu Rui, an unfilial son, for insisting on emphasizing to him that the painting was fake.

It caused him to be shaken, but fortunately he still had doubts, otherwise the painting would not have been dusty for a long time.

and many more……

Old man Lu was shocked, his pupils trembling.

The one in his hand is real, so the one in Lu Rui's hand cannot be fake!
If you tell these old men that there are two paintings by Master Qiao in his home, I'm afraid they will be robbed.

Mr. Lu pinched himself quietly, "Hiss!".

It hurts, it's not a dream.

One thing he couldn't figure out was where did Jojo get the painting?She didn't come back from the countryside, where did she get her contacts?

Old man Lu didn't realize until now that not only him, but perhaps his second son and second daughter-in-law didn't have a thorough understanding of Qiao Qiao's past.

In other words, there is something hidden on Qiao Qiao's body. If he hadn't brought the painting to the art exhibition on a whim, it is estimated that they would never have doubts about Qiao Qiao's past.

Mr. Lu's thoughts were chaotic, and before he could figure it out, he saw these old men with green eyes, as if they wanted to grab the painting.

He hurried forward to put the painting away.

The old men shouted in dissatisfaction.

"What to put away, I haven't taken a good look at it yet."

"Old man Lu, why are you so petty? You're afraid that we won't be able to snatch it."

Mr. Lu said hypocritically: "Paintings are so precious, of course I want to collect them carefully. If you want to see them, you can go to my house some other day."

Someone asked: "Where did you get the painting from? According to Mr. Qi, this picture of an elk flying to the moon is still very rare."

Mr. Lu just smiled: "Someone of the younger generation knew that I like Master Qiao's paintings, so they gave them to me, and it was because of their intentions."

A group of people are extremely envious, why doesn't their family have such a filial junior.

On the contrary, when Mr. Qi heard it, he seemed to think of something, and asked, "Who are you from Qiao Yun?"

Doubt flashed across Mr. Lu's face: "That's my granddaughter, how does Mister Qi know?"

Old Qi secretly thought it was going to be bad, he didn't think too much for a while and asked directly, but he forgot that the Lu family still didn't know Xiao Qiao's identity.

He said without changing his face: "I heard from Qi Huan that there is a lost daughter in the Lu family in Shangjing, and she has finally been found. It just so happens that you are all surnamed Lu, so I was curious."

Mr. Lu suddenly realized that it was so.

I didn't expect Mr. Qi to gossip like this.

Qi Huan looked puzzled with an 'ah' look on his face. He did mention the Lu family, but he never mentioned Qiao Yun. After all, he didn't even know who Qiao Yun was.

But right now, he won't expose his family either.

Mr. Lu is now full of Master Qiao's paintings. After saying goodbye to everyone, he hurriedly withdrew.

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Lu Shiran was not interested in this kind of art exhibition that was too artistic, and he was paralyzed when he came to the rest area.

But with Qiao Yun to chat with him, it won't be boring.

I thought I would have to wait a long time to see my grandpa, but I didn't expect his grandpa to find him in less than half an hour.

"Grandpa, you are so fast today." Lu Shiran said in surprise.

According to past experience, his grandfather would chat with that group of people for five or six hours before giving up.

"It's not because I'm afraid that Qiao Qiao will be bored." The old man's eyes fell on Qiao Yun with complicated eyes.

(End of this chapter)