Chapter 228

Qi Qing's face was as cold as ever, and she was unmoved by Ji Qianchen's words.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Ji Qianchen raised his lips and sneered, "you hurt me with a million yuan, but I didn't hurt a single hair. Are you angry?"

“……” Qi Qing raised her beautiful eyes in surprise and stared at Ji Qianchen.

What she did was found out.

Does brother Ling know?

Her eyes suddenly turned to Ling Xiaohan sitting in the car.

"My husband investigated this. If it wasn't for him, I didn't know you were so cruel."

Ji Qianchen chuckles and pokes Qi Qing's heart.

"If you find out, you'd better pray that you and the children in your belly will live long enough. A greedy and selfish secular woman like you can't match your brother." Qi Qing stared at her beautiful eyes and said something very unpleasant.

Ji Qianchen picked his ears and said nothing about what she said. "Whatever you say, my husband doesn't think so. Ji Qianchen is not a soft persimmon. You'd better keep it down for me. I won't mind this time. By the way, do you know why my husband doesn't like you? Because he doesn't like dead faces. "

Ji Qianchen shook his head, walked to Maybach behind him, opened the door and got on the car.

Qi Qing pestle in place, pale face.

Maybach flies away.

She reached out and touched her gorgeous face. "Dead face?"

Is she really dead face? So brother Ling doesn't like her?

The housekeeper saw Qi Qing come back and went to the outside of the hospital to report anxiously, "Miss, come in quickly, young master seems to be out of order."

"What?" Qi Qing's face is sluggish, showing her eyebrows.

Flustered into the villa.

A good one, what is not it?

Entering the hall, I saw Qi Yan lying on the sofa with a desperate look, "dying, really dying, my paintings, priceless paintings."

Qi Qing goes to the sofa, grabs a pillow and smashes it on Qi Yan's face. "Brother, what's the matter?"

"Your brother was killed by your sister, do you know?"

Qi Yan sits up from the sofa and points to Qi Qing and complains.

"What is killing you?" Qi Qing did not understand looking at Qi Yan.

"I know all about your plot against my sister-in-law. Ling Xiaohan's treacherous fox has taken away my precious painting. Sister, please don't do such a cruel thing in the future, OK? It's not you, but your brother and me who are directly harmed by you. " Qi Yan just wanted to kneel down and beg her.

Qi Qing's face is expressionless, leaning on the sofa, indifferent.

"Not a picture?"

"That's priceless."

"I'll draw you one another day." Qi Qing gets up and goes upstairs.

Qi Yan is full of black lines. "Can you compare what you draw with master Kanai?"

Inside the Maybach.

Ji Qianchen looked at the picture fondly. "I never dreamed that I could come across this picture. Just like I never dreamed of marrying you. "

Ling Xiaohan listened to her words and was in a happy mood.

"It's a dream come true?"

"That's not true. Where do you think this painting should be hung? Living room or master bedroom? " Ji Qianchen stroked the painting and asked Ling Xiaohan in a low voice.

"Whatever."

Ling Xiaohan did not understand these, only know that she likes, so just pit Qi Yan.

"Then hang the bedroom, and you can see it every day."

Return to Lingjia villa.

Ji Qianchen gave the painting to the housekeeper and asked him to hang it in the room.

There is a picture of Ji Qianchen for the young master on the wall of the room, so if you want to hang that picture of carnet, you have to remove the picture of Ling Xiaohan.

As soon as Ling Xiaohan went back, he went into the study to do something.

The housekeeper dared not take down the painting without permission, so he had to ask Ji Qianchen to ask Ling Xiaohan himself.

Tap tap -

"come in." A low, hoarse voice came from the study.

Ji Qianchen enters the study with a cup of coffee.

Ling Xiaohan seems to be busy with a video conference. When Ji Qianchen comes in, he stops the conference temporarily.

"What's the matter?"

"Bring you a cup of coffee."

Ji Qianchen put the coffee in front of his desk.

Ling Xiao's cold and fierce eyes watched Ji Qianchen. "Tell me, what else can I do?"

This wench must have boarded Sanbao hall.

"I said it was going to hang in the bedroom."

Ji Qianchen opens a chair to have a long talk with Ling Xiaohan. She has a premonition that it's a little difficult for him to take the picture off the wall.

"And then?"

Ling Xiaohan frowned for a moment, and he didn't let her hang on the bedroom wall.

"It's best to see only the wall with your self portrait hanging, but only one wall can be hung. Besides, I think the one I drew for you is similar to the one I left behind. Would you like to take it away?"Ji Qianchen said carefully, for fear that Ling Xiaohan would be angry.

"Well, let's go."

Ling Xiaohan didn't hesitate too much and promised directly, which was far beyond Ji Qianchen's expectation.

According to the man's character, it shouldn't be.

Beware of fraud. Ji Qianchen squints his eyes and confirms with this guy again, "I really quit, huh? You didn't lie, did you? "

"Well."

Ling Xiaohan nodded with deep meaning.

Ji Qianchen is glad to get up, go outside, "that I go to order to go down."

Go to the door.

Ling Xiao's voice suddenly turned on.

"Wait a minute."

Wait a minute. Ji Qianchen's heart attack is about to come out.

"Is there anything else?"

"For the sake of my good speech, should you do something?" Ling Xiao's long, cold fingers clasped on the desk and tapped gently.

Ji Qianchen suddenly understood what he wanted.

He walked to Ling Xiaohan, opened his lips and kissed his thin lips.

I thought it was just a symbolic kiss.

Who knows, Ling Xiao's cold actually eats it into the marrow, but he buckles her waist and deepens the kiss.

Open her lips, Bayi, bully and bully, attack the city and pool between her lips and teeth,

Ji Qianchen tries to respond to him.

A few minutes later, Ji Qianchen stroked the swollen and painful lip and pushed away Ling Xiaohan. "It's up to the point."

"Oh."

Ling Xiaohan is like a wolf without enough food. He has nothing but a little smell of meat. He sighs with loss.

Ji Qianchen ran out of the study and went to the bedroom to hang a picture.

Ling Xiaohan picked up the mobile phone on the table and called the housekeeper.

"What can I do for you, young master?"

The housekeeper just took the picture of Ling Xiaohan off the wall.

"Hang my portrait in the living room downstairs."

"Yes, young master."

After the success of the bedroom painting, Ji Qianchen took a satisfactory picture and sent out a circle of friends.

Come downstairs for lunch.

After Ji Qianchen went to the living room, he always felt that there seemed to be some changes in the living room, but he didn't see them.

When she looked up at the wall, a handsome portrait on the wall blinded her.

Trough! Why is her painting hanging here!