My Mysterious Doctor and Blessed Little Wife Is Such a Tease

Chapter 85

"I'm sorry I bought calligraphy and painting, you are late"

Deng Xinhe carefully rolled up Wang Xizhi's original work without even looking at Mr. Song. He said to the owner of the antique shop, "Pay."

The owner of the antique shop looked worriedly at Deng Xinhe, then at Song Wei, tremblingly raised two fingers, "1 million"

Although 1 million is a lot, Deng Xinhe is not worth mentioning for a real wealthy family. It's just that he doesn't have a check, so he can only ask the owner of the antique shop to go to the bank to withdraw it.

"There is a bank near here, come on, come with me to withdraw money"

Song Wei felt displeased when he saw that someone was ahead of him and was still a handsomer peer than himself. He looked up and down at Deng Xinhe's clothes and said sarcastically, "You look like you are begging for food, kid?"

He snorted, "Don't say 1 million, you're afraid you don't even have 100 yuan, right? This is my advice to you, this is not a place for small shrimp like you to come, just pretend to go out."

Deng Xinhe smiled and looked at him like a fool, and said with a smile, "I can't get it out, can you do it?"

Song Wei's face darkened, pointing at Deng Xin and said angrily, "Don't be arrogant, kid, do you know who my father is?"

Deng Xinhe's momentum suddenly rose, and his voice was as cold as ice, "I don't care who your father is. I don't want to tell you not to mess with me, otherwise I will definitely make you regret coming to this world."

After all, he is a son of a well-known family in the capital, facing this kind of second generation ancestor who spends all day eating and waiting to die, he doesn't even bother to make a move.

Song Wei was taken aback and immediately became furious, "Boy, who are you special, dare to talk to me like this? Believe it or not, just one phone call will make you hungry?"

The owner of the antique shop could tell that these two people were not easy to provoke. Just as the master was about to go up to smooth things over, he heard Qin Xi's voice leisurely, "What's wrong?"

When Deng Xinhe saw her coming, he immediately restrained his emotions and said with a smile, "You are here, come quickly and see that I have bought an authentic work by Wang Xizhi."

As he said that, he opened the box and opened the silk covering it, took out the scroll and spread it out gently, showing off, "How about it? Is it the real thing? My old man likes to collect antique calligraphy and paintings the most. I just bought it back to please his old man."

Liu Dequan looked at the calligraphy and painting, and his heart was also strangely tense. Although he knew nothing about this thing, the handwriting was involuntarily admirable.

Qin Xi frowned.

Because of practicing the mysterious formula of medicine, she somewhat knows that the older something is, the stronger the spiritual energy will be.

There is no aura on this calligraphy and painting. On the contrary, there is a trace of aura in the silk wrapping the calligraphy and painting, just like the small iron ball I bought, exuding a rich aura. There must be a hidden mystery here.

"You want to buy?" Qin Xi asked.

Deng Xinhe nodded in surprise, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Qin Xi stared at him with deep eyes, "Are you sure you want to buy it?"

Deng Xinhe shivered and said with some uncertainty, "Ah, you don't really have to buy it, do you?"

Hearing his words, the owner of the antique shop skipped a beat and asked eagerly, "Sir, this is an authentic work by Wang Xizhi, are you sure you don't want to buy it?" How could he be reconciled when he saw the duck in his beak flying away like this.

"Hmph, I can't afford to install 13."

Song Wei was overjoyed, as if he had seized the opportunity, he straightened his waist and yelled, "I want this painting from the owner of the antique shop, and put it up for me."

Qin Xi glanced at him with a half-smile, then looked at Deng Xin and said, "Calligraphy and paintings can be sold, but you must keep the box."