The arrogant emperor, strong spoils!

"Obviously you want to rob me. That picture is mine!" The girl's tone was a little urgent, and her voice became strange. She seemed to cry?

When children ask for sugar, they will cry like this if they can't get it.

But is she a child?

Qiao Chengxun smiled heartlessly and said coldly, "why do you say this painting is yours?"

The girl took a deep breath, as if to suppress some emotion, and said in a dumb voice, "I know the two people in the painting."

Qiao Chengxun's cold eyes are slightly frozen. Does she know the people in the painting?

Subconsciously click on a photo stored in the computer, which is a promotional picture of "digression".

The little girl in the painting has a round little face and delicate facial features. There is a little water light in Wu Ling's black eyes, like tears rather than tears. Her red lips like dripping cherries are slightly pursed, raising an arc of laughter rather than laughter.

The beauty of this painting is that people can't see the girl's mood, and the little boy around her also gives people a very strange feeling, as if he is not in the same world with the girl.

In short, the painting is very strange, which corresponds to the theme of the painting - digression.

Why is it called digression?

These problems have plagued the company for many years.

Many years ago, he wanted to buy the painting so that Si Si could look at it and guess riddles every day, but master Luo's disciples had been reluctant to auction it.

Until a few days ago, the official announced that he would auction the painting. He knew that the time had come and he was bound to win it.

Wendy suddenly came out and claimed that the painting was hers, and whether she said it was true or false, it didn't matter.

The important thing is that this painting is what Si wants, so it can't fall into other people's hands.

Thinking of this, Qiao Chengxun strengthened his heart and said in a deep voice, "even if master Luoshen is your father, I won't give you this painting."

"Ah..." the girl smiled ruthlessly, "Qiao Chengxun, if I can't get my things back, I'll destroy them. It's a big deal. This is my position."

Wendy hung up the phone decisively.

Qiao Chengxun tightened his eyebrows and put down his mobile phone.

The girl's implication was that she would get the painting even if she risked her life.

Is it worth it for a painting?

……

Qiao Haoyuan.

Wendy stood alone on the balcony, with the sun on her head and her eyes not blinking, looking empty at the retro garden in the backyard.

She was thinking about what to do to get the picture back.

300 million, she can't take it out unless she uses illegal means, but if she does, she doesn't deserve the painting.

But this picture is hers... What should I do?

"Luo Li..." the girl said in a hoarse voice, "if you were here, what would you do?"

……

That night, Qiao Chengxun came home from work, changed his shoes and habitually walked into the restaurant.

At this time, Wendy was already sitting at the table, absentmindedly eating white rice, even without food.

Qiao Chengxun washed his hands and sat down opposite her.

Step lightly and immediately came over to serve dinner. While whispering, "young master, young grandma was in a daze for half an hour. No matter how I talked to her, she ignored me. I don't know if she was evil."

Stupid woman, is she protesting with him?

Qiao Chengxun's cold eyes slowly transferred to wenti'er and said in a deep voice, "wenti'er."

Wendy didn't seem to hear it. Without blinking, she continued to put rice in her mouth with chopsticks and chewed it regularly like a robot.

Qiao Chengxun's cold eyes coagulated quickly, and he shouted again with patience: "Wenti, come back."