Chapter 10 The Sister Is His

Su Chatian thought he had read it wrong, but he couldn't find it after blinking several times, so he got up and walked around the coffee table to get a closer look.

He clearly remembered that he saw the woodcutter carrying an axe just now cutting wood...

Yan Qiao frowned when she saw this, and reached out her hand and snapped her fingers helplessly in the void.

Su Chatian was stunned for a moment, then looked back at her with a puzzled face.

Thought she snapped her fingers to call him.

Knowing that he had misunderstood, Yan Qiao put down her phone, got up and walked to his side, reaching out and pointing under the tree in the painting, "Isn't it here?"

Su Chatian looked at the painting again, and sure enough, the location pointed by his sister was indeed the woodcutter standing under the tree cutting wood.

It was his own eyesight.

He was embarrassed to touch the back of his neck, and said apologetically, "Blind-eyed, maybe I'm tired from fighting during the day, disturbing your chat, right?"

"It's okay, we didn't talk about anything important." She turned around and picked up the phone and said, "I'll show you around."

Su Chatian nodded: "Okay."

Yan Qiao took him to see the guest room first. Before following him, he inexplicably looked back at the painting, and the woodcutter under the tree disappeared again.

Suchatian: "?"

He closed his eyes and shook it, and opened it again. The woodcutter was chopping wood under the tree!

Suchatian: "!"

Are the eyes really broken?
I reminded myself to go downstairs to the pharmacy to buy some medicine or something when I have time, and then I followed my sister to visit.

Yan Qiao's home is the whole small building Su Cha saw when he got off the bus. There are three floors up and down. The first floor is a private dining canteen and residence opened by Xu Kunyi, with separate entrances and exits; the second and third floors are all owned by Yan Qiao. Site, living on the second floor, studio on the third floor.

Su Chatian didn't ask her what kind of job she usually does. He saw the information about her occupation in the system: freelance painter.

This occupational field is too free, you can go up and down, you can be busy or not.

Maybe upstairs is sister Yan Qiao's painting studio, because there are large and small Chinese paintings everywhere in the house, but after seeing the nonsense of the address in the information, he felt that the title of "free artist" was not a fake. of.

It's just a piece of information about the donor and their legitimate children. Su Chatian doesn't quite understand why the security system is so strict, but that's why he came to find the truth after finding the information.

People are here. After contacting Sinan Yan's daughter Yan Qiao, Su Chatian was more confused and puzzled.

Stay for a while, he thought.

Before those people came, the sister was his.

Yan Qiao took Su Chatian around on the second floor. The second floor was designed with three bedrooms, two living rooms, two bathrooms and one kitchen.

The living room is very large, the windows are bright and clean, and there are various cabinets scattered around. The style is simple and elegant, the patterns are exquisite and clear, there are green plants in the corners, and there is a row of white flower pots on the balcony, which are planted with flowers. This season is actually here. flowering!
Su Chatian was quite surprised, but he didn't think much about it.

When he brought the backpack on the sofa into his bedroom and then came out to look at the balcony, the expression on his face was the same as when he looked at the woodcutter in the painting before.

"..."

I deeply doubted whether there was really a problem with my eyes.

After Yan Qiao introduced him about the general layout of the house, she went back to the room to change clothes. When she came out, she was tying her hair with her hands in high curls. She saw him standing in the center of the living room staring at the balcony, as if acupuncture points.

"Snapped"--

Su Chatian heard another snap of his fingers behind him.

He turned sideways, pointed to the bare white flower pots on the balcony and asked Yan Qiao, not sure:

"I saw flowers there before I entered the house, but there was nothing in the pot when I came out. Is it because of my bad eyesight, or..."

Yan Qiao pondered for a moment and said, "It should be because your eyes are not very good, there are no flowers there."

Su Chatian: "..."

But why do I feel like this is not the case?

After a brief silence in the air, Yan Qiao walked to the entrance and put on shoes in casual clothes, Su Chatian suddenly came back to her senses and followed.

"Where are you going?"

As soon as she left, he felt a little panic in his heart.

Yan Qiao put on her shoes, raised her head and said, "Go downstairs to cook, a distinguished guest is here today."

Su Chatian didn't speak, just stared at her.

Yan Qiao thought for a while: "Would you like to go downstairs to have something to eat?"

"want!"

(End of this chapter)

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