The god-level son-in-law of the female president

"Yeah, the Ye family doesn't want you, we want you! You are our young master forever!"

Ma Chengwen's voice was loud and authentic.

It is all thanks to Ye Huan's funding that he can have the principal to collect antiques and accumulate primitive capital.

Now that he is successful and famous, what he is most grateful to is the young master Ye Huan in front of him.

"Young master is so talented, the Ye family kicked you out because they were blind."

Yao Hanyan smiled cleverly, her beautiful watery eyes were full of charm.

Although she was already in her early thirties, she was still in extremely good condition, looking like a girl in her twenties.

Time has not left traces on Yao Hanyan's face, but it has endowed her with a mature and charming charm.

I saw her wearing a blue hip-wrapping skirt, wearing high-heeled shoes, her straight thighs were white and round, and her thin waist was full of grip, but the part that should be fat was not lost at all. She looked gorgeous and charming.

"I have already returned to the Ye family." Ye Huan said slowly, "I want to take back what belongs to me, everything!"

Ye Huan's voice was not loud, but he was decisive and resounding.

Yao Hanyan's beautiful face was slightly moved when he heard the words.

The others were also silent, and a ray of blood in their hearts began to boil.

As in the past.

"My young master is really back..." they said silently in their hearts.

At the beginning, they were still afraid that after three years, the young master would be devastated and lose his talent, courage, and faith.

But at this moment, they were extremely certain in their hearts that the young master was still the same young master.

Time can't smooth out his sharpness, it just makes him learn to hide his sharpness.

When it's time to make a move, he will still go forward, which is amazing.

"Master, don't say much, let's see what I brought you." Ma Chengwen blinked desperately, trying to hide the reddish eye sockets.

With that said, Ma Chengwen took out the ancient wooden box that he had prepared long ago.

The box is made of precious rosewood, antique and elegant.

This box alone is worth a million dollars.

"Master, your birthday will be in three days. This is my birthday present for you."

Ye Huan caressed the body of the box, and said with a smile: "Old Ma, you have a heart."

"Young master, open it quickly and see what gift the old horse has prepared for you." Ma Wencheng said with a smile.

Ye Huan nodded slightly, creaked, raised his hands slightly, and lifted the lid of the box.

There is a calligraphy and painting in the box, and a set of ancient silver needles. .seven

"Huang Ting Jing...is actually the authentic work of Wang Xizhi..."

Seeing Ye Huan open the calligraphy and painting, everyone gasped.

A hint of pride appeared in Ma Wenchao's eyes: "It's amazing, this thing is not something that can be solved by money. I spent a lot of effort and I don't know how many times I got it."

Everyone gave Ma Wencheng thumbs up one after another, admiring him to the extreme.

You know, Wang Xizhi's cursive "Ping An Tie" has only 41 characters, but it was sold at a high price of 1 million yuan!

Now the value of this complete set of Huang Ting Jing is even more unimaginable.

Ye Huan's eyes fell on the Huang Ting Jing, and he could only feel that the words were precious and full of artistic conception, and he was fascinated and immersed in the scene.

Unknowingly, one after another strange words, like air currents, were drawn into Ye Huan's mind and imprinted perfectly.

"Master?" Hu Laowan asked tentatively.

"Huh?!" Ye Huan woke up like a dream, raving.

"You've been standing for 10 minutes, are you okay?" Everyone asked.

"10 minutes?" Ye Huan was full of surprise. From his perception, it seemed that only a few tens of seconds had passed.