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

She turned around, and in front of everyone, she squeezed lightly, and a stabbing sound came out immediately.

With Ye Qingyi's pinch, calligraphy and painting are like clothes, pulling out a thin thread!

With the drawing of thin lines, calligraphy and painting are like broken pieces of paper, no different from being destroyed.

Su Bingbing yelled distressedly: "Miss Ye, what are you doing, are you becoming angry and destroying the ancient painting?"

No matter how well-mannered Ye Qingyi is, she couldn't help laughing at this crazy woman.

She threw the thin thread on the table, and said coldly: "Use your brain and see what it is!"

"This is nylon thread! Synthetic fiber!"

"Okay, you said that your paintings are authentic, but I would like to ask, did your painter from the Song Dynasty travel to modern paintings?"

Ye Qingyi's cold voice echoed in the lobby, like a bucket of ice water pouring over everyone's hearts.

They secretly swallowed their saliva, their expressions shocked.

Even an idiot would definitely know that this is a fake painting!

Otherwise, the painting made of cloth and silk has nylon thread mixed in it?

Ye Qingyi's face turned pale with astonishment.

The face was slapped, and the ground still slapped, there was no room for refutation.

Yu Hailiang's expression turned green and red, and he was also a little annoyed.

He didn't expect that he lost his eyes again.

The matter of giving Su Bingbing a counterfeit ring last time has not been resolved, but now that it has been resolved, this incident has happened again.

Ye Qingyi put down the ancient painting, scanned around, but couldn't find the figure, and sighed inwardly.

She said verbally that she wished Mr. Su's birthday on behalf of her father, but it was just an excuse.

What kind of status is his father, with assets of 50 billion, firmly sitting on the top spot in Jiangcheng's antique industry, why did he send his daughter to celebrate the birthday of a bad old man.

It was her own idea that Ye Qingyi came here this time.

She looked at Mr. Su, and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Su, I want to ask you something."

Old Master Su nodded slightly, and forced a smile: "I don't know what Mr. Ye wants to know."

Although Ye Qingyi dismantled his platform, what is his status?

He can't drive Ye Qingyi out like he drove away that trash, can he?

So old man Su had no choice but to grit his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

But Ye Qingyi's question almost made Mr. Su go berserk.

Ye Qingyi asked softly: "Excuse me, where is Ye Huan from the Su family, I have something to visit him."

Grandpa Su's face was red, and he cursed inwardly.

"Ye Huan! It's Ye Huan again! There's no end!"

He just saw a ghost today, and nothing can get around this trash!

The atmosphere of the audience also froze, and the expression seemed to have seen a ghost.

Ms. Ye is such a proud daughter of the heavens, what is she doing seeing Ye Huan?

Some with vicious eyes can tell at a glance that Ye Qingyi's trip may be for Ye Huan!

Ye Qingyi saw that Mr. Su's complexion was a bit ugly, so he couldn't help asking: "Mr. Su, what's wrong with you? Ye Huan didn't come today, did he?"

Old Man Su snorted coldly: "This trash is here, but I thought it was bad luck, so I drove him away."

"Besides, he is not my Su family, and my Su family does not have such waste."

Ye Qingyi couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this.

Ye Huan has a diamond black card and is worth a lot of money. Compared with Hailiang and Ye Huan, the people present are just scumbags.

Such a wealthy son-in-law, Mr. Su thought it was bad luck and drove him away?

Ye Qingyi weighed the two petals of jade in his hand, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Then this jade pendant, could it also be given by Ye Huan?"