Slightly warm, I'm super sweet

Chapter 78 Fakes
"It's okay." Yan Qing added another sentence.

Elder Li has passed away, she just loves that word.

Shan Lin stared at her back, seeing that she was just sitting there quietly.

Suddenly, there was an evil spirit in my heart.

"Does Miss Yan really want this word?" She asked suddenly.

The auction that was going on was interrupted by her words.

The hosts on stage were about to collapse, and there was just no way to go through the process smoothly today.

The media have to find something to write about when they have nothing to do. They will be happier than anyone else when they encounter this kind of ups and downs in the auction, so they try their best to take pictures.

Although the camera did not dare to point at Yan Weiqing, Shan Lin still took a lot of photos.

I don't care whether it can be sent out or not, I'll talk about it after I shoot it first.

Shan Lin frowned, "I'm really sorry, I don't know."

Yan Weiwei didn't see any regret in her eyes.

Instead, I saw showing off and provocation.

She didn't know where Shan Lin's hostility towards her came from before, but now she probably knows it too.

But it doesn't mean that she is willing to endure this sudden provocation.

Her eyelids were drooping, and there was always a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Miss Shan, of course I know that a gentleman does not steal people's love."

Shan Lin didn't expect that she would admit it openly.

She leaned on the chair, her chin was slightly retracted, her smile was calm but not deliberate, and she looked extremely cultivated.

The cultivated demeanor that inadvertently exudes is impossible to ignore.

Shan Lin clenched his fists, his smile became more and more tense, "If that's the case, then I can rest assured."

"However," Yan Weiqing seemed to have thought of something, "I remember...the map of moving thousands of miles in Haicheng was also collected by Mr. Li."

Shan Lin blinked his big misty eyes: "It seems to be."

She didn't study this thing either.

There are many such things in her father's room, and his most precious one is the picture of Haicheng moving thousands of miles, and she only knows that one.

Yan gently turned the cup in front of him, and said inadvertently, "I remember that Mr. Li donated this picture of Haicheng Moving Thousands of Miles to the S City Museum."

"..."

After she finished speaking, she lost her voice and sat there as a matter of course.

The entire auction hall began to whisper.

Shan Lin's face suddenly turned pale.

She didn't understand it at first, until she remembered that the painting was given to her father by a subordinate, and her father readily accepted it, and happily hung it in the study.

Later that subordinate became the head of a certain department and often visited their house.

No matter how naive she was, she knew what it meant.

Reporters have the most sensitive sense of smell, but they all shut their mouths in front of the shadow of such big news.

The people present are all good people, and they are not surprised by this kind of thing, but it is the first time that someone has exposed such a corner in public.

"Miss Shan, the one in your father's study is probably not the real one."

Just when the atmosphere was awkward, Yan Qingyuan said this sentence again.

"Yes, it's definitely not the real one." Shan Lin walked down the steps Yan Qingqing gave him almost immediately, the feeling of being held in mid-air by Yan Qingqing's words just now was too tormented.

Shan Lin stared at her stubbornly, hating her for being unrestrained.

Compared with her, Shan Xiao who has been sitting on the side has never been afraid or worried from the beginning to the end.

There was nothing to hide about these things. Mu Yiheng was a businessman, and all the businessmen present were related to the Shan family, so no one would talk about it.

On the contrary, Shan Lin was too stupid and jumped straight into Yan Qingqing's pit.

Ask her to say it's fake, and she really agrees.

(End of this chapter)