A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Huo Yan was very confused, but he didn't dare not ask.

Ji Wuwei said, "Grandpa, it was my classmate who discovered that your painting was a fake. She is just a little young, but in a few years, she will definitely become famous in the art world."

Huo Yan felt so embarrassed when Ji Wuwei praised her like that.

Mr. Zhuang simply responded indifferently, and then had the painting delivered to the tea room.

Huo Yan stood aside as Mr. Zhuang personally unfolded the scroll. Every movement he made was extremely careful, and it was obvious that the old man cherished this painting very much.

Huo Yan didn't say anything, just watched from the side.

When the entire painting was unfolded, Huo Yan walked closer and saw the private seal at the signature, confirming that this was undoubtedly the one he had copied.

Then Huo Yan slowly moved aside.

Mr. Zhuang gently stroked the signature. After a long while, he raised his eyes and asked Huo Yan:

"Child, how did you determine that this painting was a fake?"

Huo Yan didn't dare to reveal the secret of the seal, so he could only say:

"Old man, I have copied the original before, so just by looking at the brushstrokes of this painting, I can tell that it is a fake."

Mr. Zhuang asked again, "Besides brushstrokes, what else is there?"

Huo Yan paused, "And the paper. This painting paper is just ordinary rice paper. Someone must have specially framed this painting with expensive materials later."

Mr. Zhuang pressed on, "Son, take a closer look. Is there nothing else?"

Huo Yan nodded. "Old man, I can't see any other flaws for now. I'm still young, and if I hadn't had the chance to copy the original once, I wouldn't know if this painting was real or not."

Mr. Zhuang sighed, "Yes, indeed, it's not that easy."

If it were that easy, I would have found it long ago.

Mr. Zhuang carefully put the painting away again, and did not change his attitude towards the painting at all because it was a fake.

This made Huo Yan very confused.

She subconsciously glanced at Ji Wuwei, and when she raised her eyes, she found that Ji Wuwei's eyes had never left her.

When he saw her looking up at him, Ji Wuwei immediately grinned.

Huo Yan quickly lowered her head. She had no idea what this young master was grinning about.

Mr. Zhuang greeted politely:

"Child, it's getting late. Just rest here and go back tomorrow morning."

Huo Yan immediately refused, "No, no, old man, my mother is still waiting for me at home, I have to go back quickly."

Mr. Zhuang did not try to persuade him to stay, "Wu Wei, send this child home."

"Okay, grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely send her home safely." Ji Wuwei immediately patted his chest and promised.

Mr. Zhuang nodded and said, "Take her to pick out a gift she likes and leave. It's already late."

"Okay grandpa."

Ji Wuwei sent Mr. Zhuang away and turned to Huo Yan, "Yan Yan, do you want to play games? I'll take you and invite your classmates."

"Ah? No, no, I'd better go home quickly, otherwise my mother will worry." Huo Yan quickly refused.

Ji Wuwei could only feel regretful. It was such a rare opportunity to ask the girl he liked out, but now he had to send her back so soon. He felt bad.

Ji Wuwei took Huo Yan to pick out gifts. Huo Yan guessed that this might be a rule of the wealthy family and it should be inappropriate, so she picked up a silk scarf and prepared to give it to her mother when she got home.

When the two walked out of the villa and got into the car, Zhuang Zhoucheng, who was standing on the balcony making a phone call, saw them.

He was slightly stunned. Leaving so soon?

Seeing Ji Wuwei also got on the car, Zhuang Zhoucheng's face darkened.

He had clearly told the girl to stay away from his eldest nephew.

So naughty.