The Rest Of My Life Is For You

As long as Yu Yuehan said it was false, then no matter what Nian Xiaomu said, it was useless!

A little carer, what kind of art is he pretending to know?

The so-called little habit of the painter must have been created by herself.

It must be fake!

Wen Yadai thought of this, reached out and grabbed Yu Yuehan's arm, and looked at him with hope.

She absolutely didn't believe that, as Nian Xiaomu, she could understand what she couldn't understand!

Yu Yuehan has been standing behind Nian Xiaomu, her eyes were originally staring at her furry little head. Later, when she heard her words, her eyes changed slightly.

Especially when she saw her master's paintings raised, her black eyes became deeper.

Scorching eyes, like trying to see her through ...

It took a long time for my lips to open slightly. "The painting was sent by me."

In a simple sentence, Wen Yadai's face turned pale!

It was impossible for Yu Yuehan to send it in person, it could not be a fake painting ...

Nian Xiaomu was right, a caregiver who didn't know the way, actually compared her, still in front of Yu Yuehan.

Wen Yadai's face was blue and purple, and she was afraid to answer.

Just trying to pretend that he didn't understand anything, greeted everyone to eat, Chen Zixin, who had been silent, suddenly squeezed to the front, glanced at the oil painting, and suddenly spoke.

"I haven't studied this stuff very much, I can't see it. Manager Wen actually reads it wrong ... So, if you are still in charge, you can tell at a glance that this painting is the real thing."

Sudden compliments make the atmosphere in the private room strange.

Wen Yadai's face couldn't even laugh.

Finally understand what it is to call yourself a stone!

I can only laugh awkwardly, watching Yu Yuehan eagerly, hoping that he can find himself under the steps.

But Yu Yuehan's gaze stayed on Nian Xiaomu's body all the time, not even looking straight at her ...

She stood there, like a beaming clown.

When four people sat down at the table again, the atmosphere had changed because of a painting.

Wen Yadai just lost her face, and at this moment was embarrassed to speak.

In Chen Zixin's eyes, only Nian Xiaomu was only asking her from beginning to end, "Supervisor Nian, there are still a lot of delicious dim sums in this restaurant. How many more can I recommend to you?"

Before Nian Xiaomu answered, he said from the beginning.

"Shrimp King Steamed Dumpling, OK?"

"Do you like secret claws?"

"What about steamed scallops?"

"..."

The diligent appearance seemed to him that only Nian Xiaomu was a woman, and Wen Yadai did not exist at all!

Wen Yadai gritted her teeth unwillingly, gathered her courage, and looked at Yu Yuehan sitting opposite her.

"Han Shao ~ www.readwn.com ~ I'm not very familiar with this restaurant, could you introduce me some snacks?"

"..."

Yu Yuehan sat in his place, sitting opposite Wen Yadai, but his eyes kept looking diagonally opposite, staring at the menu Xiao Nianmu.

Not the same as any giant, she is her, real and pure.

Like is like, never hide.

But she was like a mystery again, not knowing where she came from and what she had experienced.

There are also those tricks on her that seem strange, but always amazing ...

Even Wen Yadai could not see the real and fake oil paintings, she could see at a glance.

Master Olivero's little habit of painting, although she said it is light, but as far as he knows, there are no more than ten people. Where did she learn from? For the rest of my life