She spoils the villain

Chapter 339 The Owner of That Painting

"I still have a commemorative video. Would you like to take a look and understand how you got here?"

"Snapped!"

What responded to him was a call that was directly hung up by Dali.

But Long Mianzun felt very comfortable, the more desperate this brat was, the more comfortable he was.

"What are you so proud of? Look at how far Longteng Entertainment has been committed by you!"

At the entrance, the old man of the Long family stood there at some point, staring at Long Mianzun gloomyly, and knocked on the door panel with his walking stick.

"That corpse obviously can't protect the fate of the Long family. This boy Long Xingluo must be dealt with as soon as possible."

Mr. Long's involuntary tone made Long Mianzun find himself in trouble.

"Dad, but it's not the same now as before. Long Xingluo is very popular now. If he disappears, it will definitely cause a huge sensation. When the time comes, we..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted impatiently by Mr. Long.

"Didn't she be very popular back then? She wasn't many times more popular than Long Xingluo now, so she entered my Long family's ancestral grave!"

Mr. Long didn't care, and didn't think about it at all. It's been 19 years, how many things have changed.

"Yes, I will definitely think of a way to get the best of both worlds, and it will be realized soon!"

Long Mianzun bowed his head and agreed, frowning tightly together.

"There's also Aotian, if it doesn't work, send him abroad to be disciplined, he's even more of a jerk than you were when you were younger!"

Mr. Long wanted to continue complaining again, but Long Mianzun was in no mood to continue listening.

"Dad, my company still has things to do."

"Humph!"

Mr. Long snorted coldly, and left the study anyway.

……

In the corridor outside the training room of the Presumptuous Paradise, the young man sat on the ground dejectedly, pressing his thin back against the wall.

Could it be that he has never been able to completely trust the Long family in his life?
The phone rang again at this time.

When Long Xingluo touched it with his finger, it was Si Ye's phone number.

"Boss, I have already found out some clues about the painting you gave me. Ms. Huang An, a famous domestic illustrator, contacted us and said that this painting is very similar to that made by an old friend of hers."

"What is her old friend?"

These words were like God sending a big ship to a drowning person, Long Xingluo immediately gripped the phone tightly.

"This Ms. Huang An didn't say it clearly, she insisted on seeing the painting on the spot before she would tell us who the old man was.

I have tried my best, but Ms. Huang An disagrees..."

"Arrange time, I will bring the painting to meet Ms. Huang An!"

……

On the other side, Su Mingen, who just came out of the recording studio, met Huang An in the corridor.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Huang An? I thought you would never come to see me in your life."

Huang An was Jiang Yao's best friend for many years. Ever since Jiang Yao disappeared and died mysteriously, she has always blamed Su Mingen and never saw Su Mingen again.

"If it wasn't for Jiang Yao, I wouldn't have met a scum like you! I shouldn't have let Jiang Yao marry you in the first place! Scum!"

Su Mingen twitched the corner of his mouth with a bitter face. He didn't dare to answer Huang An's abuse. Even in his own heart, he felt that he was a scumbag.

"Why did you come to see me today?"

"I found a painting. The style of the painting is very similar to Jiang Yao's work, but it's so old that I'm afraid I can't remember it clearly, so I asked you to take a look at Jiang Yao's other works..."

　Egg tart tart: the day when the truth comes, it may not be sunny, but it may also be bloody

　　
　
(End of this chapter)