The President's Favorite Stunning Beauty

Chapter 130: Qi Sha Luo Family, Excited to Hear Others (2)
"Well, I'm old, and I'm alone. When I'm at home, I just drink tea, read books, and admire paintings." Hearing Luo Maolin mention his favorite little girl, Wen Renzheng immediately smiled and talked a lot some.

"President Wenrenshao is young and promising, and is praised by everyone in the business world. With such an excellent junior, you don't need to worry about it. If our family's Kun'er is half as good as President Wenren, I don't have to worry about it. Seeing that Wen Renzheng's attitude was no longer so cold and unfamiliar, Luo Maolin's voice became louder.

Although he hated Wenren Yuxuan to death in his heart, he still had to praise him in his mouth.After all, Wenren Yuxuan is indeed the most capable and talented successor praised by everyone in the business world.

Even when they praised, they always looked regretful and resentful.

Hearing his obvious flattery, Wen Renzheng turned his head and took a sip of tea from the purple sand cup in front of him, and nodded lightly.

Tong Xiaoya raised her head and glanced at Luo Kun who was sitting next to him as if sleepwalking, lowered her head and smiled with her lips pursed.

Liu Yuluo laughed out loud when he saw his most proud grandson being praised, with a look of pride on his face.

The love for his grandson is beyond words.

Seeing Wenren's several masters fell silent.

Luo Maolin quickly turned his head and gave the bodyguard behind him a wink, and the bodyguard immediately handed him the golden nanmu box in his hand.

Luo Maolin opened the box, took out the landscape painting from the Ming Dynasty collection, and unfolded it gently in front of Wen Renzheng.

On the yellowed paper is a landscape painting that makes people feel imposing at first glance.

"Grandpa, this is a rare Ming Dynasty landscape painting that Maolin got by chance. If you like it, accept it when you have time. It's not a respect."

Wen Renzheng looked up at the landscape that Luo Maolin put in his eyes.

Then he turned his head indifferently and continued to drink the tea in the cup unhurriedly.

The expression on his face was still light, even more serious than when he started talking about Shengru Sanyue.

Wen Renzheng drank his tea with his head down, although he didn't say anything.

But still very intuitively commented on the landscape painting in my heart from the perspective of art appreciation.

Well, it's really good. It's the Zhejiang School landscape painting of the Ming Dynasty that he has always admired.

The whole picture scroll adopts square brush, which is rough and frustrating, sparse and vigorous, and the whole picture still has the interest of vertical and horizontal.

What is most worthy of appreciation is the vigorous momentum in that painting.

The pen is free and easy, free and easy, regardless of small flaws, it is a perfect fusion of pen and ink.

All these make the whole painting look lofty and lofty, and it is indeed a rare blessing.

However, the head of the Luo family must have something to ask for such a large sum of money, otherwise he would not have asked about his hobbies.

You must know that his hobbies are only known to those who are close to him, and he rarely communicates with outsiders.

Tong Xiaoya was sitting facing Wen Renzheng, so she didn't know exactly what the painting looked like.

But she raised her head and looked carefully at the golden nanmu rectangular box on the coffee table in front of her, thinking that the painting might be extremely precious.

After thinking about it for a while, the doubts in those charming eyes became more serious.

What does it mean that the Luo family suddenly came to their house with a seriously injured son and such a big gift?
Seeing Luo Maolin's movements, Liu Yuluo restrained her smile.

I snorted coldly in my heart: I have nothing to do to be courteous, either rape or steal!
When Luo Maolin heard about Renzheng, he just glanced at the painting in his hand, he couldn't make up his mind for a while, he didn't know whether the old man liked it or didn't like it.

There was a drum in my heart again, and the heart that had just been let go was lifted up again, very uneasy.

He didn't know what the old man meant.

People always have weaknesses. When you see something you like the most, you should more or less show an expression of appreciation and liking.

However, he smiled and let them see his sincerity. Why did the old man's face darken even more.

Scratching his heart and scratching his lungs, he still looked at Wen Renzheng with a bright smile on his face.

Just looking closely at the look in the eyes that couldn't be seen between the eyelids, the expression became gloomy.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall was a bit serious, quiet and eerie.

There is only an antique quartz clock hanging on the wall not far away, which rotates regularly on the wall and ticks rhythmically.

The ticking of the quartz clock seemed to hit Luo Maolin's heart one by one, making the smile on the corner of his mouth faintly tend to collapse.

Luo Kun, who was sitting next to him, also felt the strange atmosphere, and after a chill, he sat upright a little bit.

Luo Maolin's hand holding the scroll seemed to lose strength, and the hand trembled slightly, and the scroll trembled twice.

The butler standing behind Wen Renzheng looked at the painting expressionlessly, then at Luo Maolin's face, and finally his deep eyes fell on Luo Kun who looked like a big oil barrel, and his shrewd eyes showed some contempt look.

Steward Zhou, with a serious face, thought proudly in his heart slightly; Huh, just this young master of the Luo family who is like a pig, the chairman of the Luo Group is ashamed to compare him with their smart, handsome, wise and powerful young master.

It's ashamed to put gold on my face, even ten such young Luos from the Luo family can't compare to a single strand of their young master's hair.

Looking at his silly look sitting next to his old man.

The uncle housekeeper said depressedly: His eyes hurt from seeing it!
Well, I just saw the young master this morning, hehe, the young master is energetic again.

Alas, it's just a pity that I didn't see my future young mistress.

"Chairman Luo, this painting is too precious, just tell me if you have anything to do." Just when Luo Maolin couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

Wen Renzheng said something slowly.

"No, no, no, old man, this is just a small meaning. You are very experienced and knowledgeable, and Maolin really dare not make trouble. However, Maolin took the liberty to come here today. I really need the old man to help me. Speak nice things in front of President Renshao." Luo Maolin gently folded up the scrolls in his hands and put them in a golden nanmu box.

Then he sat down on the sofa and carefully talked about today's purpose.

I heard him talk about his grandson and son.

Both Liu Yuluo and Tong Xiaoya stopped what they were doing, sat up slightly and looked at him.

Wen Renzheng remained calm, as if waiting for him to continue talking.

Luo Maolin raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and took a deep look at his son sitting next to him with downcast eyes.

(End of this chapter)