Lure a wife into the game: the paranoid president is addicted to pets

Chapter 45 That Picture Is A Fake
In a village on the outskirts of Yicheng, Mr. Han now lives in a small bungalow built by himself.

Man Sheng was about to knock on the door, but Wei Rong was one step ahead of her, "Answering the door should be done by the assistant."

"Who are you two?" After knocking on the door, the person in the courtyard asked.

Wei Rong said, "Hello, excuse me, we are here to visit Mr. Han."

"The old man is not at home." The other party immediately refused, apparently already seeing such visits quite often.

"We are here to return the belongings that Mr. Han accidentally lost." Wei Rong said again, Mansheng took a step forward, took out the handkerchief, Wei Rong took it and handed it over, "Look."

The other party opened the handkerchief and took a look, then said happily, "Wait a minute!"

After a while, the man turned back and said, "Please go in, both of you."

……

A whole spacious study room in the bungalow is filled with all kinds of calligraphy and paintings, and the air is full of the fragrance of books and ink.

Old Secretary Wu, who has followed Han Lao for decades, said happily, "I found this pen, so you can rest assured now."

"Those two are here..." The old secretary looked back, and there was a strange woman walking in front, followed by another person, probably an assistant.But when he saw the approaching face clearly, he was surprised.

Immediately, the male voice said politely, "Mr. Han, don't take the liberty to bother me. Our lady is the eldest daughter of Chairman Lin Jinyue. Come to see me."

Han Yu was also stunned this time, "Your lady?"

Wei Rong replied, "Yes."

Such an honorific title made Mansheng a little dazed, and she responded in a timely manner, "Hello, Mr. Han, my name is Lin Mansheng."

Old Han looked around and asked, "The other one?"

Man Sheng said, "He is my assistant Wei Rong."

After being stunned, Mr. Han became curious again, so he smiled and said, "So it's Miss Lin and Mr. Assistant, please sit down."

"I'll serve you tea." The old secretary was also a smart person, so he didn't point out the relationship.

When the tea was served, the three of them sat in the living room and chatted.

"At the municipal meeting that day, Mr. Han probably dropped it accidentally when you were leaving, and I picked it up by chance." Mansheng said, "I wanted to send it to Mr. Han immediately, but you have already left."

"Fortunately, Ms. Lin picked it up, otherwise, I really couldn't find it." Han Yu said with a smile, "Come and drink tea."

Mansheng picked up the teacup and tasted it, looked at the bookstore and said, "Mr. Han, you really have a good study of calligraphy and painting."

"Ordinary people look at paintings just to join in the fun." Han Yu said, his old eyes narrowed, and he spotted an object with sharp eyes, and called it, "The one at Assistant Wei's feet, is it a painting scroll?"

"Mr. Han has good eyes." Wei Rong smiled, and the two had a silent understanding.

Mansheng only thought that there was something to talk about now, "The painting I bought a few days ago has been kept by my side, and I am planning to take it home today."

"Since it's here, let's open it and have a look." Old Han became interested.

The three got up together and came to the table. After the scroll was slowly unfolded, it was an ancient landscape painting.

"The style of the painting is delicate yet majestic, and the feeling of this paradise is really lifelike." Mr. Han admired, "It seems that Ms. Lin is also a person who knows how to paint. Come and take a look at my place. Which one is the best?"

Man Sheng was unable to choose from the paintings all over the room, but someone came to her rescue in a daze, "Our young lady has been staring at Mr. Han's picture of phoenix nirvana as soon as she came in."

"This painting is an authentic one. I put it in a corner on purpose, just not to be seen by others." Mr. Han applauded, "Miss Lin has such good eyesight, she can definitely tell which one is a fake!"

Mansheng was stumped again, Han Lao said, "Assistant Wei, don't answer for your lady this time."

Wei Rong's smile faded a little, none of the paintings in this room were fakes.

The back road was cut off, and Mansheng looked around and said, "There are fakes!"

Han Lao smiled, as if confirming that she didn't have enough identification, but Man Sheng said, "The painting newly hung on the corridor wall of the meeting hall on the first floor of Huamao International Building is a fake!"

(End of this chapter)