The Beautiful President Got Into The Wrong Car, I Just Locked The Door

After Yan Ruoxi left reluctantly.

in the living room.

Under Yan Baichuan's instructions, the nanny and the driver quickly took down the painting.

The two carefully placed them on the flat and smooth marble table.

"Xiao Chen, I took down the painting for you, this time you must be careful and look carefully.

Yan Baichuan picked up a pair of magnifying glass and handed it to Chen Fan, standing beside him in a relaxed manner.

Laugh like an old fox.

That's it??

Can Chen Fan get used to him?

That's impossible!

Bite your scalp!!

He quietly circled the table.

After reading "The Eight Horses" carefully, I suddenly became interested.

Although he will not judge the quality of the painting.

But Chen Fan has seen fake paintings of his uncle!

This is not the kind of little game I played when I was a kid.

Come and find a difference?

This is stable.

Look carefully at the painting on the table.

Think back to the scene in memory.

Chen Fan was determined.

He carefully observed the "Eight Horses" with a magnifying glass, and occasionally held his chin and raised his eyebrows in thought.

He shook his head and sighed for a while, and nodded in praise for a while.

This look really frightened Yan Baichuan.

Mr. Yan's mind was instantly surging.

Did he guess wrong again?

Does this kid really know how to draw?

Those well-known calligraphy and painting experts.

Must be at least 60 years old.

I didn't expect this kid to know all this at such a young age?

And Chen Fan's inner thoughts at the moment are...

Um?

This hoof is darker in color...

what?

The brushstrokes over there are also very rounded...

What about the title?

It seems to have more words than his uncle.

hiss~~~

Knew it.

Don't expect too much from his uncle.

Chen Fan sighed and shook his head.

Compare with Yan Daxiao's "Eight Horses".

His uncle's painting was absurdly fake.

Bewildered by Chen Fan's series of operations, Yan Baichuan was startled in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

He smiled and looked at Chen Fan.

"Master Xu also painted the Six Horses, and the "Eight Horses" is the most famous."

"The horses he painted are all treasures in the world, priceless treasures.

"It has attracted many painters to imitate, but it is very remarkable that these people can draw 70% of the charm of Master Xu's horse.

"There have been rumors before that the "Eight Horses" circulating on the market are fake, and the real works have long since disappeared, and even the descendants of Master Xu have nowhere to go."

After speaking, Yan 27 Baichuan paused and gave Chen Fan a deep look.

"Xiao Chen, have you observed anything for so long?"

Chen Fan nodded and said, "I can see it a little bit.

"Oh?" Yan Baichuan put on a look of listening intently, "Tell me?"

"This painting is full of ink, and the horse in the painting has both shape and spirit, and its charm is vivid."

"The portrait came to life as if a herd of steeds galloped before it.35

Chen Fan talked so eloquently that he could not wait to use all the words he had learned.

According to his ideas.

When Mr. Yan asked him to appreciate the painting, that is to make him praise.

Just like a kid showing off his baby.

If you catch someone, you have to pull them out for a walk.

Not only to praise, but also to praise where the good comes from.

It's impossible for him to verify the authenticity, right?

Can Yan Baichuan's paintings be fake?

Just blow hard.

At that time, he coaxed Mr. Yan to be happy, and this level was over soon.

Hearing Chen Fan blowing rainbow farts, Yan Baichuan's eyes flashed with disappointment.

It seems that he thinks too much.

Seeing this kid before, he thought...

Alas, I shouldn't have any hope.

Chen Fan was talking happily without noticing it.

See the other side silent.

I thought that Mr. Yan was very satisfied with his rainbow fart.

Being praised is beautiful in my heart.

Chen Fan continued to make persistent efforts. "Anyway, uncle, your painting looks real."5

"At least it's much better than the "Eight Horses" at my uncle's house.

Um?

Yan Baichuan was slightly stunned.

Then he was moved, and keenly captured a piece of information from Chen Fan's words.

Dig the groove!!

Uncle again??

Who is this kid's uncle?

Not only the ten-year Dahongpao, but also Master Xu's "Eight Horses".

Yan Baichuan's eyes flashed, and he asked casually, pretending to be casual:

"Xiao Chen, you said just now that your uncle's house also has a copy of "The Eight Horses"?"

Chen Fan nodded honestly: "Yes. I saw it in his room."

"But yours is much more real than his, my uncle's look is fake."

Afraid that Yan Baichuan would not understand, Chen Fan stretched out his hand and pointed at the "Eight Horses" on the table.

"Look here," Chen Fan pointed at the horse's leg, "my uncle's joints are distinct."

"There is also the position of the horse's head. Your horse's head is bigger than my uncle's, and it is obviously more handsome and handsome!!"

"The horse's hooves are drawn evenly than my uncle's pair, and the paper used is better than his. My uncle's drawing still has rough edges. 35

"Even the inscription and postscript have more characters than my uncle.

Chen Fan pointed out several differences in succession.

When Yan Baichuan over there heard this, his eyes narrowed quietly, although his expression did not change.

But his heart was turbulent, and he no longer had the calmness he had just now.

Others don't know, but he clearly knows.

My own "Eight Horses" is actually an imitation.

Still a masterpiece among imitations.

Most of the original works of Master Xu have been lost, and it is difficult to buy a pair of them.

This pair of his "Eight Horses" was made by the descendants of Master Xu.

Therefore, it is possible to draw the eight or nine points of the charm of Master Xu's horse.

Otherwise, with Yan Baichuan's strength, there is no need to spend millions for a fake.

At that time, Yan Baichuan also specifically asked.

The other party personally explained the many characteristics of Master Xu's genuine product.

One of them is that Master Xu is the most troublesome to inscribe on the paintings, and the important questions are also inscribed on the side.

I don't want to spoil the beauty of the whole painting.

Comparing them one by one, they all agree with Chen Fan.

Could it be that this kid's uncle has...

Is there any real work of Master Xu?

"Xiao Chen, what you said just now is true?"

There was a trembling in Yan Baichuan's voice, and his tone was a little excited.

Chen Fan couldn't figure out what was going on.

I thought that my rainbow fart just now made Big Brother Yan burst into ecstasy.

Since the old man asked a question, he simply nodded:

"That's right. That "Eight Horses" is very similar to yours, but the details are not as real as yours.

"There are so many fake paintings in my uncle's house."

"As a child, I used to play with it."5

Yan Baichuan's eyes were even more surprised.

He looked at Chen Fan excitedly, but he stopped talking about what he wanted to say.

What did this kid just say?

That kind of fake paintings, how many more are his uncles?

Seeing his father-in-law's expression, Chen Fan was stunned.

(?△)?

how??

A fake painting, why is Mr. Yan so excited?

His uncle even spread the table for him with the painting.

Let him do his homework on it.

However, it can scare Big Brother Yan.

With his uncle's name, he can scare Big Brother Yan.

Also a good thing.

Chen Fan gave his uncle a thumbs up.

He decided.

In the future, I will say good things about my uncle in front of my mother more.

Yan Baichuan on the side was calm on the surface, but his heart was turbulent.

Unexpected.

He has been looking for the original "Eight Horses" for many years, and it is actually in the hands of this boy's uncle.

Back then, he spent millions to buy this imitation.

Millions 10 years ago.

That's not equivalent to the current tens of millions.

This kid is actually a fake.

Yan Baichuan tried his best to restrain his excitement and patted Chen Fan on the shoulder.

He softened his voice and said, "Xiao Chen, where is that painting now?"5

"Ah? Was it thrown away by my uncle?" Chen Fan was a little confused.

All these years have passed.

A fake painting, his uncle might have thrown it into the garbage heap long ago.

Do you still keep it for New Years?

Not worth the money.

"threw?"

FUCK!!

Yan Baichuan didn't respond for a long time.

His face was blue and white, white and blue.

Like an overturned paint box.

I was stimulated by Chen Fan's disapproving expression.

When he came back to his senses, Yan Baichuan's eyes turned green.

If it weren't for the blank look on the other's face.

He really wanted to beat this ignorant brat.

Let this bastard know.

Why are the flowers so red?!

You don't have to wear it like this, do you?

Too much!!

Show off a high-quality imitation painting by yourself. You call your original work a fake painting and throw it away!!

This is simply outputting on your own face!!

the other side.

in the kitchen.

Yan Ruoxi was still worried, she made another excuse and came out with the kettle in her hand.

As soon as she came out, she saw her father's face was tangled and angry.

A look of beating.

Slaps are raised...

Yan Ruoxi's heart tightened, and she panicked instantly.

Is Chen Fan revealing his secrets?

Still annoyed her father.

Why was it just fine.

She spent so much time in the kitchen.

Are the two of them going to start?

How does that work?

Yan Ruoxi couldn't care about anything else, and rushed forward to stop her.

"Dad, what are you doing?!

Over there, Yan Baichuan was heartbroken by Master Xu's authenticity.

In the blink of an eye, I saw my daughter rushing up.

With a protective expression on his face, he blocked Chen Fan's face.

so speechless...

Yan Baichuan felt a sudden burst of heartbreak.

My daughter is getting older.

No longer a well-behaved and sensible little padded jacket.

Seeing Yan Ruoxi's desperate look.

Chen Fan was very moved.

Mr. Yan is still loyal enough.

When it's critical, know to come out and help.

Otherwise, my husband will take a few more shots.

His shoulders should be swollen.

If I knew earlier, I wouldn't blow so badly.

Look how happy the old man is.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Chen Fan was the first to break the silence.

"Ruoxi, my uncle and I are talking about Master Xu's "The Eight Horses".

Yan Baichuan nodded: "Yes, yes, I told Xiao Chen about this painting.

Didn't do it?

Yan Ruoxi obviously didn't believe it.

She looked suspiciously around her dad's face.

Yan Baichuan was seen somewhat unnaturally by his daughter.

He coughed and turned his head away.

Avoiding the look that Yan Ruoxi handed over.

Isn't he just trying to test the quality of his future son-in-law?

Look at how nervous your daughter is.

What do you think he did?

Yan Baichuan had some doubts at first, but his daughter was looking for someone to fool him.

After such a test.

Most of his doubts went away.

When I looked at Chen Fan again, it was much more pleasing to the eye than before.

"Xiao Chen, come thirsty, come and sit, and drink some tea to quench your thirst."

Yan Baichuan took the kettle in his daughter's hand, continued to brew a few cups of tea, and then greeted Chen Fan to sit down on the sofa.

The tea soup was poured and handed to Chen Fan.

Chen Fan took it naturally, "Thank you, Uncle."

After blowing the rainbow fart for a long time, he was also a little thirsty.

Yan Ruoxi looked at the two of them.

She didn't care anymore, she sat down next to Chen Fan directly, and stretched out her hand to take Chen Fan's arm.

There was obviously something wrong with her dad's expression just now.

Could it be that Chen Fan was acting badly?

debunked?

Yan Ruoxi turned her head slightly and looked at Chen Fan without any expression.

Fingers poked at each other's arms.

(Yan Ruoxi: Are you okay?)

Chen Fan's eyes moved.

The signal was received instantly.

Yan Ruoxi actually knew how to ask him if the tea was hot?

The cold female president is so caring?

Facing Yan Ruoxi's rare gesture of affection.

He couldn't have chilled Yujie's heart.

Chen Fan simply shook his head.

Reciprocity.

He also poured a cup of tea for Yan Ruo.

"Ruoxi, drink tea. 35

Yan Ruoxi was stunned.

What does shaking your head mean?

Is it dressed up?

Why are you still serving her tea?

send tea, leave...

Yan Ruoxi reacted instantly.

Is Chen Fan asking her for help?

She frowned slightly, her eyes tangled.

Is it just so lost?

She is not reconciled.

At that time, could she just wait for a blind date to marry?

To meet those family members who don't know what they call it??

Yan Ruoxi's eyes darkened, she stretched out her small hand and touched Chen Fan's back.

Swipe your finger and write: Can you hold on?

Crunchy feeling.

A little bit across the back of the suit.

Chen Fan jolted and straightened his back.

(°mouth°;)???

Ouch, shit.

Yan Ruo 183 What is Xi doing?

under the public.

Or is it really good to flirt in front of your father-in-law?

Everyone else is numb.

Chen Fan quietly turned his head and looked at Yan Ruoxi begging for mercy.

Help.

Mr. Yan, stop making trouble!

Your father is still with you, how dare you do this?

If you accidentally make the old man angry.

Not to secretly break his dog's legs.

On the other side, Yan Baichuan's expression turned bad.

I rushed to the pig on my own cabbage.

No one is happy when they see it.

And he knew the character of his daughter.

Be independent from an early age.

They don't need to worry too much.

I remember when my daughter was young.

Baichuan Group is being hit by opponents.

He and his wife were so busy dealing with the company that they didn't care about their daughter at all.

Compensation can only be made in terms of money.

This also led to the fact that the daughter was not very close to them.

When Yan Ruoxi grows up.

Yan Baichuan wanted to make amends.

He found that his daughter no longer needed him.

He had never seen her so attached to a boy before.

Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Fan with a complicated expression.

If this test passes...

I hope this boy treats his girl well.

Seeing Chen Fan's eyes calling for help.

Yan Ruoxi's eyes tightened.

Done!!

Chen Fan nervously asked her for help.

Isn't this just to make her think of a solution quickly?

He can't take it anymore!

How could she forget the person of Chairman Yan.

That is very cunning and treacherous, Chen Fan is a young white-collar worker who has just entered the workplace.

How can it be the opponent of the thousand-year-old fox?

The two looked at each other.

Chicken and duck talked for a long time.

He thought the other party understood what he meant.

In Yan Ruoxi's eyes, Chen Fan's dodging eyes became a cry for help.

And Yan Ruoxi's expression fell in Chen Fan's eyes.

Then it became the coldness of Tsundere Yujie:

What do I want to do?

Leave me alone?

I saw the two flirting with each other like no one else.

Yan Baichuan's eyes twitched and his teeth were sore.

"Cough," he coughed twice, and put the teacup on the table, "Ruoxi. Xiao Chen and I will play chess and drink tea for a while, and I have nothing to do with you here."

Yan Ruoxi didn't say a word and didn't move.

Her dad is too good at acting.

They are all dressed up, and they are still doing Tai Chi here.

Chen Fan could barely hold on, but an old fox like her father was still chasing after him.

Do you want to let her go?

Threats to force Chen Fan to confess honestly?

No, she can't go!!

Her dad is so smart, Chen Fan can't handle it.

Seeing his daughter's eyes with each other's eyes is inseparable.

Everyone can't wait to stick to Chen Fan's side.

Yan Baichuan seemed to be watching his own cabbage holding a pot and running with others.

I couldn't help but feel suffocated.

No wonder this girl did everything possible to avoid the blind date.

Is it really for this kid?

Ha ha!

He should have thought of it long ago.

Yan Baichuan glared at his daughter.

Look at this worthless look.

After getting married, you can't be manipulated to death.

He waved his hand in disgust.

"Don't be stunned, go!"