Mrs. Huo, she is very charming

Jiang Nanyan thought he had heard wrong, "what did you say?"

"We suspect that this copy of yushusong in your hand is stolen from this gentleman, so please come with us." The police explained.

"How could that be?" Jiang Nanyan exclaimed, "how can my painting be stolen?"

"The police smile," according to our investigation, "Yushu song" has always been collected by this gentleman, and three days ago this painting was stolen

Jiang Nanyan shook his head, "mine is It's true

At this moment, Jiang Nanyan was flustered. She knew clearly that she was a rubbings But But she didn't expect that the original work would be handed down, and that someone would expose her in public, or even call the police.

After she fell into a great panic, especially when she thought that her words were authentic

Huo Hanxiao's handsome face didn't have the slightest expression. "As far as I know, the Jiang family does have a collection of Yushu song."

"Yes, yes, it is. The Jiang family also has a collection! " Jiang Nanyan heard Huo Hanxiao's words as if he had caught a straw and nodded busily.

"Let the Jiang family explain." Huo Han roars again.

"I, I am the Jiang family!" Jiang Nan Yan said eagerly.

Huo Han Xiao coldly glanced at her, "do you dare to call the oil bottle brought by my room the Jiang family? I'm afraid Ning chuxuan's coffin can't be pressed. "

Jiang Nanyan, "..."

Jiang Fanxing hooked the corner of his mouth, Huo Hanxiao!

Shouldn't you be a gentleman at this time? How can you make a lady so embarrassed?

But She loves his insolence!

She got up and stepped on the stage under the public's attention.

"I'm Ning chuxuan's daughter." She stood beside Jiang Nanyan, a hostess's posture, which contrasted with Jiang Nanyan's shrinking appearance.

Invisibly, it is also a contest between Ding Xueqin and Ning chuxuan.

"My mother did have a collection of eulogy." Jiang Fanxing takes a look at Huo Hanxiao, and suddenly jumps to his vast eyes.

"You heard that our Jiang family did collect one. Why do you say he's real? Maybe his collection is fake! " Jiang Nan Yan roared in a hurry.

Jiang Fanxing takes her eyes away from Huo Hanxiao. She frowns at Jiang Nanyan's words and says, "although my mother did collect them, she once told me that she collected rubbings of Ming Dynasty, not authentic works."

"Jiang Fanxing, what are you talking about! What rubbings of Ming Dynasty! It's authentic. It's authentic! If you don't know anything, don't talk nonsense. "

"I know my mother's stuff better than you." Jiang Fanxing glanced at Jiang Nanyan and said to the police, "but my father took it away because I used to ink the eulogy of the Royal book when I was a child. I haven't seen the eulogy since then. "

It's not the first time the two policemen have seen each other.

"As for how to get to Jiang Nanyan, I'm not very clear. If this one she's holding is my mother's collection, I'm sure it's not authentic. " Jiang Fanxing, with an apologetic face, smiles at the disappointed teacher Zhang Gang, "I'm sorry, I may have let you down."

"Hum!" Zhang Gang teacher disappointed and angry, "what do you mean, take a fake to fool me?"

"No, no, no! This is the real one. I promise it's the real one! " Jiang Nanyan was about to cry. She didn't know what to do.

"Since it's authentic, it's stolen from me." Huo Han clamor low mouth, all of a sudden the crime of theft firmly in Jiang Nan Yan's head.

Jiang Nanyan was in a dilemma.

Either admit it or not.

"Jiang Fanxing, you set me up! You must have united them to set me up! " Jiang Nan Yan bites his teeth and pours the flood water on Jiang Fan Xing.