Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

Obviously she first liked Lei Xiao for so many years, so why did Lin Xiaojiu come back and A Xiao would become hers?

But at this time, no one took care of Han Mingmei's emotions.

Everyone's eyes focused on Lin Hanxing, even her father.

The wind blew from outside Furuixiang's wide open door.

Lifting Lin Hanxing's long hair easily, like a dream and illusion.

It's like there is a magical power that makes all restless hearts return to peace.

If you didn't see it with your own eyes, I'm afraid no one could believe that the handwriting written by Lin Hanxing's left and right hands at the same time was actually exactly the same as the brush marks on the two previous calligraphy and paintings that were identified as authentic by experts!

The old man in tunic suit looks brighter the more he looks.

If Yue Guanqian was here, he would definitely recognize that the old man's eyes were the same as when he insisted on turning Lei Yu into his apprenticeship!

"Both of these paintings were made by myself many years ago."

Lin Hanxing put the used brush on the pen, her long eyelashes were slightly closed, and a faint voice sounded.

"One of the pictures was given to others. I didn't expect that goodbye would become the treasure of Furuixiang Town Store. This really surprised me."

Bai Xi handed her a wet wipe at the right time.

Lin Hanxing took care of wiping his hands unhurriedly, and the voice couldn't tell whether it was sarcasm or sarcasm.

Beautiful eyes like water slowly ran across each face in front of him, and a sense of alienation dripped from his bones, making people unconsciously awed.

"I wanted to make an innocent joke to explain clearly. Whoever thinks that Furuixiang's manager should be so aggressive, it is difficult for these experts..."

Speaking of this, Lin Hanxing smiled.

"Bai Xi, give me some red envelopes for these people. It's a hard work for them to run in vain."

The group of experts blushed because of Lin Hanxing's words, their lips moved and they didn't say anything.

After saying that, Lin Hanxing didn't look at them again.

He retracted his gaze and fell on Han Boming's face instead.

"A Xiao daughter-in-law, did you really write it?"

The facts are in front of us, even if the old man in the tunic suit can't believe it.

Speaking of which, the old man in the tunic suit also has a lot to do with this calligraphy and painting.

The first time I met, it was with an old friend.

Because I like it so much, even if an old friend points out that it is an imitation, I can't put it down and ask for it.

However, he was taken away by Han Boming for various reasons.

At that time, half a year ago, Huang Tingjian’s original painting was successfully auctioned at a final transaction price of more than 500 million. The father never expected that he had already told that this painting, surnamed Han, was a fake. He did not expect that he would still dare to make a false positive. It's coming!

Han Boming was a little afraid to meet the old man's eyes.

"Mr. Han, whether you are a man or opening a shop, you must pay attention to the word integrity after all."

Lin Hanxing walked back to the ancient chair of Huanghuali wood and sat down, holding up the tea cup and opening her mouth playfully.

"Miss Lin's remarks are really interesting. Have I ever claimed that this is the original one? I am happy to regard the counterfeit as the treasure of the town, do I need to explain it to others one by one?"

As soon as Han Boming finished saying this, other people's expressions were wrong.

It is his business that he loves to treat fakes as treasures, but he has been enjoying the convenience brought by this painting all these years.

Let others misunderstand and turn your face now, what else can you say except shameless?

Upon hearing this, Lin Hanxing smiled meaningfully.

In fact, Han Boming regretted it after saying this.

He didn't even think about it, but he offended everyone, especially the experts who had just looked away from him!