After the divorce, I was haunted by the sickly fifth master

Gifts are registered. So soon, two paintings covered with red cloth were moved to the venue.

Nanhuang was very calm.

Ye Nanhuang's painting skills are not bad. She read it carefully yesterday and found that "The Old Man in the Woods" was a suitable birthday gift for Grandma Bo.

This way, the original owner can compete with Mu Yun.

Secondly, let Bo Shen see that the original owner, Ye Nanhuang, was extremely talented and could not be any worse than this mistress.

It was also to show off to the original owner.

Song Chu and Xie Ziran were a little worried. Song Chu asked, "Can you give me a gift? Do you want me to help you?"

Nanhuang shook his head: "Okay, it's okay."

Song Chu nodded, "Okay."

This woman's medical skills are so great. It's just a painting, so it shouldn't be a problem for her.

Grandma Bo looked at the two paintings dignifiedly and said with a smile: "I have always heard that Miss Mu is good at painting. Why not take a look at Miss Mu's paintings first."

A smile appeared on Mu Yun's face. She was very confident in her painting.

People in the venue looked over curiously, and the staff uncovered the canvas.

Then, the golden color suddenly hit everyone's eyes.

Mu Yun introduced her painting delicately: "I named this painting "Vigorous Sunflowers". The sunflowers are blooming, and the whole body is full of the smell of sunshine. It symbolizes vitality and vitality. Mu Yun used This painting congratulates grandma on being as blessed as the East Sea and as long as the Southern Mountains."

After Mu Yun finished speaking, sporadic applause arose from the field.

Nanhuang raised his head and looked at the painting carefully. Although she didn't like Mu Yun as a person, this painting was indeed okay.

Someone on the scene shouted: "Grandma Bo, I don't know if you are willing to part with me. I am willing to buy this painting for 100,000 yuan."

"You're so stingy. I'll give you two hundred thousand."

"I have two hundred and fifty thousand."

"I'm three hundred thousand!"

"Okay, okay!" Grandma Bo smiled and lowered her voice, "I didn't say I wanted to sell it."

After saying that, she looked at Mu Yun: "Girl, your painting is not bad, I accepted the gift."

A blush rose on Mu Yun's face after being praised. She turned to look at Bo Shen, only to see that Bo Shen seemed a little absent-minded. He seemed to be looking at... the paintings sent by Ye Nanhuang.

Mu Yun's heart lifted again.

Bo Shen was curious about what Ye Nanhuang gave him? Do you care about Ye Nanhuang?

Mu Yun stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Brother Shen, my painting..."

Bo Shen came back to his senses and said, "It's okay."

After saying that, I didn’t want to say anything else.

Zhao Gang and others said: "Then we should look at Miss Ye's paintings next."

Several of them looked at Nanhuang with gloating smiles. After seeing Mu Yun's painting, Ye Nanhuang's face became determined.

Nanhuang smiled lightly.

She admitted that Mu Yun's paintings were pretty good, but in terms of painting skills and brushwork, she thought Ye Nanhuang was obviously better.

She is not worried that she will lose.

Song and Chu were a little nervous at first, but looking at Nanhuang's expression, they gradually felt relieved.

Maybe Ye Nanhuang really bought some famous paintings.

Amid everyone's curiosity and gaze, the staff unveiled the gift Nanhuang had brought.

And the next moment the canvas came on, the entire venue fell silent.

Even Nanhuang was shocked.

She stared at the uncovered canvas for a moment.

She didn't react until the next moment.

Got the wrong one.

Xu Yang, you got the wrong painting!

On the stage, instead of the golden "Old Man in the Woods", it was "Cliff" that she painted last night.

Mu Yun was the first to react and seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She suppressed the joy in her heart and said: "Brother Shen, grandma, don't be angry. Sister, she didn't deliberately put such dark paintings here. A special birthday banquet for grandma."

Following Mu Yun's words, the people on the scene gradually came to their senses.

Yes, this painting, even though the moment it was taken off, everyone, whether professional or not, took a deep breath because of it.

It is very public and very depressing.

The rain fell non-stop, and only a solitary shoe was left on a desperate cliff.

The sea breeze blew coldly.

This is a heart-wrenching scene.

This painting is poignant, sharp and thrilling.

Definitely not suitable as a birthday gift for an old man.

On the second floor of the stage, next to Xi Guangyao, the man called Fifth Master, the coat he was wearing had already reached the assistant's hands. He sat there dignifiedly and arrogantly, holding the wine glass in his hand tightly. The meridians in his fingers bulged and were horribly stretched.

Then, the wine glass made a crisp sound.

Xi Guangyao looked at the man in surprise. "No, you're fine. Why are you squeezing the cup? No matter how hard you try, it's broken!"

The broken glass pricked the man's palm, and blood rolled down from his palm.

Xi Guangyao nervously ordered: "Call the doctor!"

Assistant Yang Bo said behind him: "Yes, Mr. Xi."

The man narrowed his deep eyes and stared at the painting inch by inch.

He raised his body and stared at Nanhuang again.

Xi Guangyao was startled by the man's murderous look. "What, you want to kill her?"

The man glanced at Xi Guangyao gloomily, and Xi Guangyao was even more frightened, "No, you want to kill me?"

The man glanced at Xi Guangyao silently.

Xi Guangyao: "..."

He didn't want to talk anymore.

The accompanying doctor hurried over with a medical kit. He stepped forward and said, "Fifth Master, hand."

Rong Wuye's face was cold and handsome, the corners of his mouth were pursed, and his jaw was tense. His eyes were fixed on the field for a moment.

In the venue, everyone's eyes fell on Nanhuang and Hua respectively, and they were all curious about what Ye Nanhuang, Bo Shen's soon-to-be-divorced wife, would do at this moment.

However, Nanhuang, at this moment, was not in the mood to deal with it.

She was also looking at the painting, and the pain and sorrow in her heart overwhelmed her, and she remained silent.

Last night, when she was cleaning up Ye Nanhuang's paintings, her mind fell silent for a moment.

Just like that, very suddenly, I wanted to express my empty, lonely and desperate state of mind.

Then, when she came back to her senses, the "Cliff" had already been painted.

This painting was too dark, and she didn't dare to look at it. So as soon as she finished painting, she covered the painting with cloth.

She didn't expect that Xu Yang, who didn't see the painting "The Old Man in the Woods" that was so obvious in the room, actually moved the "Cliff" that she had covered with cloth over.

Zhao Gang saw the opportunity and directly attacked: "Ye Nanhuang, Grandma Bo's birthday party, what do you mean by giving me such a painting!"

Nanhuang stared at her painting expressionlessly, as if she couldn't hear Zhao Gang's voice, and she had no desire to explain.

At this moment, an old man in his sixties suddenly said: "Wait a minute. Girl from the Ye family, can you tell me if this painting is a work of Qinghuang?"