Lord Huo picked up a real princess

Chapter 105 Peach Blossom Eyes

Binkai Century Hotel.

23 floors.

Sun Puying changed her clothes first, looked in the mirror several times, and sprayed and sprayed her hair smugly.

After finishing her hair, Sun Puying asked the people nearby: "How is it?"

"Handsome, Brother Sun."

"handsome."

"I can assure you that when Brother Sun goes out in a while, the girls outside will definitely look straight at him."

Sun Puying listened lightly, and walked out of her room full of confidence.

He knocked on the door of the next room.

It took a while to open.

The self-confidence that Sun Puying had just built up collapsed again.

Huo Yin only wore a black suit inside, the collar button was fastened to the top one meticulously, but the sleeves were casually rolled up to the elbow.

Unruly and indifferent.

Sun Puying followed in, "Brother Huo, we are going to visit and have some fun, do you want to go together?"

Binkai Century is the best hotel in Qianzhou. It is not only a hotel, but also an independent high-end entertainment business district, covering an area of ​​more than 3000 mu in the most luxurious central location.

Not to mention the luxury of the hotel, there are all kinds of entertainment venues such as golf courses, racetracks, and racing tracks that occupy a large area.

The price is also quite eye-popping.

Of course, Binkai Century belongs to the Huo Group, and anyone who bears the Huo Group's name is not cheap.

Sun Puying wants to go and have fun.

A reclining chair was placed by the window, and Huo Yin sat on it, lazily raising his hand, his slender fingertips twitching.

I mean not to go.

Well, Poo Young didn't hold out much hope either.

When going out, he closed the door for Huo Yin who was in a daze.

...

Lian Yazhi has a rather small study room.

There are more copybooks and paintings hanging inside than outside, and Wanwan is standing under one of the calligraphy.

Let Er wind from east to west, from north to south, he stands still.

Below is the signature: Song Yunkun.

One of the most famous calligraphers of our time.

The calligraphy is good, the font is strong and domineering, but it is not the one Wanwan likes.

It is said that a picture is born from the heart, and so should the written words, but when Wanwan finished writing with a brush, even her elegant eyes were filled with admiration and surprise.

"Good word."

Wanwan's characters are different from hers.

Bright and flamboyant, with a bit of unyielding domineering spirit, it seems that she wants to break through the shackles of her weak body and soar freely into the sky.

Lian Yazhi was born in a noble family and is Cen Zhen's fiancée. She has seen many good things, and because she likes calligraphy and painting, she has collected a lot of them.

Song Yunkun's words are considered to be extraordinary, but compared with Wanwan's words, Song Yunkun's toughness has turned into frenzy, which is a bit more bluff.

Lian Yazhi immediately took down Song Yunkun's handwriting and replaced it with the one Wan Wanxin gave her.

Wanwan has been learning simplified Chinese characters and memorizing words every day for a while, and she hasn't bought ink for a long time. Now her hands are itchy, and she wrote another picture, and Lian Yazhi carefully helped her to the side to dry.

The study room is very large, and there are all kinds of pens, inks, papers and inkstones. What surprised Wanwan most was that there was an antique Chengxintang paper in Lian Yaya's study room.

Seeing that she recognized this kind of paper, Lian Yazhi knew that Wanwan would definitely be able to paint.

"Do you want to draw? My sister will lay out the paper for you."

This object is most suitable for painting with ink, Wanwan hasn't touched it for a long time, and her hands are a little itchy, so she nodded with a smile.

Lian Yazhi was a gentle person, she laid out the paper for Wanwan, and tied the sarong for her.

Wooden incense is burning on the antique table case, and light smoke curls up.

The girl with drooping eyes stood holding the pen, her whole body seemed to be coated with a layer of light-colored soft light, her long crow-colored hair fell naturally, and a strand fell on her white cheeks.

It is said that people get more and more alike when they get along for a long time.

The way Wanwan puts pen to paper into a painting has a bit of glamor that doesn't belong to her.

Black and white paper was dyed with ink, forming a slender and domineering figure stroke by stroke.

In the hazy mountain scenery, a man stands holding a sword.

When drawing the face, Wanwan remembered that when he said goodbye to Huo Yin in the morning, he told himself: "Don't be afraid, just call if you need something, huh?"

Wanwan traced his eyebrows and eyes.

Lian Yazhi stood by the side, looked at the man on the picture scroll, and said, "So Mr. Huo has a pair of peach blossom eyes?"

Wanwan gave a soft "hmm".

Huo Yin did indeed have peach blossom eyes.

But he was too oppressive, few dared to look directly at his face.

Moreover, other people's peach blossom eyes are full of affection, coquettish and charming like peach blossoms, so they can be distinguished at a glance.

But he has the cruelty and indifference of life and death.

Only Wanwan has seen such a peaceful and tolerant look in the picture scroll.

"Wanwan, originally my sister thought you were lucky to be favored by Mr. Huo, but now I know that Mr. Huo is lucky because you are so outstanding."

Lian Yazhi, a fan of calligraphy and painting, was captured in one morning.

Wanwan lowered her head and carefully painted her hair, her eyes focused.

...

Huoshi.

In just half a month, the chaos turned into porridge.

Huo Chaoyan hasn't shown up for two or three days, and now it's Dou Peishan who is in charge of the situation.

But after the previous release, many shareholders are not as convinced of Dou Peishan as before.

But the shareholders present were either Huo Yin's cronies, or some relatives of the Huo family. The former respected Huo Yin and even Dou Peishan, while the latter were afraid of Huo Yin's strength.

Although Huo Yin died, he left behind great wealth and power.Not to mention the mercenaries raised by Huo Yinyin in the southern border, even the ones in Huo's house today are enough to make them shut up.

But relying on his identity as a member of the Huo clan, he has been domineering for many years, and he has long lost his temper, but he still maintains a little sense, and he only dares to be polite when complaining.

"At the beginning, it was Mrs. Huo who tried to protect Huo Chaoyan, saying that since you can help out one Mr. Huo, you can naturally teach another one. But now you see, what's going on?"

The events of that day seem to be still vivid.

Dou Peishan is Huo Yin's mother. After Huo Yin's death, she took over as the chairman of the board. No one dared to object.

Even if there is, it doesn't help.

The Huo Group was covered by Huo Yin with one hand. At its peak, his total holdings reached 79%. Now that Huo Yin is dead, Dou Peishan is the only one left in the Huo family, and the shares are naturally inherited by Dou Peishan, the biological mother.

But Dou Peishan recognized an adopted son and wanted him to take a high position instead, this matter is absurd.

But Dou Peishan said earnestly: "Ah Yin just left, I miss it every day, and I have no heart and energy to take care of the company, Chao Yan... is so similar to Huo Yin, I just want to live on this fantasy, everyone, rest assured , Ah Yin is a 13-year-old head master, I taught every step of the way, Chao Yan is also a smart and studious child, and he will definitely be able to..."

This was interrupted by You Hang.

"The posture of the Patriarch is beyond the reach of others. I only hope that Huo Chaoyan is a sensible person and can maintain the layout of the Patriarch."

The Huo family has such a strong and good foundation, as long as Huo Chaoyan doesn't mess around, the Huo family will not be able to fall in another 100 years.

(End of this chapter)