Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

"We'll wait if necessary."

Yu shaomo said.

"Well." Professor Philip nodded.

"Excuse me, can I borrow the bathroom?"

Ningqiao said.

"The bathroom is on the second floor." Said Professor Philip.

"OK."

Ningqiao got up and walked upstairs.

On the second floor, as she walked, she looked for the bathroom. She passed by the door of a room that was not closed. Suddenly, she saw pictures on the wall inside. She stopped and looked into the room in surprise.

This is a studio with several expensive famous paintings hanging on the wall. Ning Qiaoqiao was attracted and walked in involuntarily.

"Do you know painting, too?"

Behind him came a voice of milk.

Ning Qiaoqiao was stunned and turned to look behind him. He saw the little boy named William standing at the door on a skateboard. He was stunned. He was a little sorry and said, "I didn't break in on purpose. I'm just surprised to see these famous paintings." Then she turned to look at the paintings: "principal Philip was still a collector. Does he like paintings very much?"

"It's true that he likes painting, but collectors can't talk about it, because these are all fakes." Said little William.

"Fake?" Ningqiao was surprised.

"Yes, don't think these paintings here are true. He doesn't have so much money to buy them. He painted everything you see."

"Did headmaster Philip draw all these?" Ningqiao was surprised.

"Why did I lie to you? Every picture you see now is from his hand." Little William shrugged.

Ning Qiaoqiao looked at the paintings in surprise. These paintings, which looked no different from the original ones, were actually fake. He had to admire headmaster Philip's painter for being able to confuse the paintings with the real ones.

"Then why did he draw so many famous paintings?" Ningqiao wondered.

Although people with excellent painting skills can also prevent celebrity paintings, they usually just want to learn and practice their pen skills, and will not really copy another version.

"Probably because he is poor and can't afford real ones, so he can only buy fake ones."

The way little William sighed was really lovely.

Ning Qiaoqiao couldn't help laughing. Looking at the words on the wall, he suddenly found something, narrowed his eyes and wondered, "Hey, what's the lower right corner of that painting?"

Although each painting here looks similar to the original, there are still some other things. For example, there is a flower shaped logo in the lower right corner of each painting. I don't know whether it is printed or painted with any pigment. The silver is very shallow and can be found by sunlight.

"Oh, that's iris. He likes this very much, so he can get it everywhere." Little William said.

"Is headmaster Philip an illusory iris, too?" Ning Qiao nodded thoughtfully, looked at the pictures on the wall, took back his eyes and said, "Er, I came upstairs to borrow the bathroom. Can you show me the way?"

"OK, please follow me."

Little William said.

Downstairs, Yu shaomo was erudite and talented. Dr. Song and President Philip haven't seen each other for many years. The three men had a good chat together.

After a while, seeing that it was getting late, the three of them got up and left, and principal Philip sent them out.

"Dr. Song, can your teacher draw?"

On the way back, ningqiao asked.

"You can say yes or no." Dr. Song said.

"Huh?" What do you say? " Ningqiao wondered.

"If you mean being able to draw, you mean human bones or internal organs, then my teacher draws vividly. If you mean other paintings, he can't draw at all."

Dr. Song said.

"Oh." Ning Qiao nodded softly.

Yu shaomo glanced at her dimly, but said nothing.

Back at the hotel, she and Yu shaomo walked into the room one after another. Yu shaomo closed the door, looked at her back and said, "why did you ask Dr. song like that just now?"

"Huh?" Ning Qiao was stunned and returned to God: "you said about painting, because I found that principal Philip also likes iris, so I wanted to ask Dr. Song's teacher if he also likes painting. After all, they are good friends. Maybe some preferences are the same?"

"How do you know principal Philip likes iris?" Yu shaomo frowned and looked at her.

Ning Qiaoqiao smiled: "because I saw it, there is still a mark about iris on his paintings, but I can't see it without looking carefully. I should like iris very much, so I left iris on the paper..."

"But there are so many potted plants in his family that there is no iris."

Yu shaomo said.

Ning Qiao picked his eyebrow: "really? I haven't noticed this. Maybe it's because he doesn't know how to raise it? He... Eh? "

Suddenly she thought of something. Before she finished, she suddenly stopped, looked at Yu shaomo and said, "Yu shaomo, do you think Professor cage will be at principal Philip's house?"

It's really strange that a person who likes iris so much that he has to mark it on his painting, but he doesn't even have a pot of iris at home. Moreover, the reason she just said that she is "not good at" raising is not tenable, because even if she is not good at it, you can learn it.

"I don't know." Yu shaomo frowned: "there is a problem with headmaster Philip."

"Why?" Ningqiao wondered.

"He is testing how long we will stay here." Yu shaomo said.

Ning Qiaoqiao thought about what headmaster Philip said before and frowned: "will he ask that? It's just casual. You think too much."

"I don't know, but I'm still more inclined to temptation." Yu shaomo frowned.

He has his own judgment. Ning Qiaoqiao thought about it and nodded: "yes, because there is a problem that doesn't make sense all the time. Mr. Cage suddenly left. Why doesn't President Philip worry at all? Normally, Professor cage is so old. He goes out alone. As a friend, he always has to worry about his safety, So either principal Philip knows where he is but doesn't want to tell us, or he knows that Professor cage hasn't left at all, but the question is, if he hasn't left, where will he be? Another question, why did he leave suddenly or why did he hide? "

She couldn't understand the problem. She frowned tightly, and her exquisite little face was like a small steamed stuffed bun.

"Don't think about it. No matter how much you want, you might as well go to bed early and don't waste brain cells." Yu shaomo reached out and pinched her little face.

Ning Qiao was not happy at once and looked at him unconvinced: "you are powerful. Then you want to understand the problem and show it to me."