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

Zhuang Zhoucheng helped Huo Yan steady herself, then put his hands in his pockets and stood behind the girl with a handsome appearance.

"Zhou Cheng?" Zhuang Yu Nuan was surprised. "Why are you here?"

My younger brother is so busy all day long, yet he actually appears here so early in the morning.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stepped forward and said, "Ms. Zhuang, you are a well-known figure. You don't have to be so extreme."

Zhuang Yu Nuan smiled and said, "It's not your turn to take care of this matter."

Zhuang Zhoucheng said, "I don't want to interfere in your affairs, but come to find her."

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked sideways at Huo Yan, who was very surprised and whispered:

"Mr. Zhou."

Zhuang Yu Nuan looked at Huo Yan, and she had to admit that this little girl was quite attractive.

She turned to Zhuang Zhoucheng again, but she didn't believe that the heir of the Zhuang family, who had always been so arrogant and had reached the pinnacle of power and wealth, would be interested in such a small cabbage.

"Zhou Cheng, you're not also attracted to this girl, are you?"

"You're overthinking it. The painting that the old man treasured was copied by her." Zhuang Zhoucheng said frankly.

Zhuang Yu Nuan was horrified, "What?!"

She suddenly looked at Huo Yan. Even though he was a rotten cabbage from a stinky ditch, his copied paintings were treasured by the old man in his family like precious minerals.

How can it be? !

"Impossible!" Zhuang Yu Nuan didn't believe it.

Zhuang Zhou Cheng Que said:

"At first, I didn't believe it either, but it's true. The murals in the Tang Palace were painted by this girl, right? You can ask a professional appraiser to determine if the one in the old man's collection and the one in the Tang Palace murals are from the same person."

Zhuang Zhoucheng said this, obviously he had already done an appraisal and confirmed the result.

Zhuang Yu Nuan looked at Huo Yan in disbelief.

She actually underestimated this girl.

Zhuang Yu Nuan suddenly laughed. It seemed that the 500,000 yuan for her beloved son was worth it.

"In that case, let's take her to see the old man."

Huo Yan was a little panicked. She took a step back and said, "I'm not going!"

Zhuang Yu Nuan glanced at Huo Yan coldly, "This is not up to you!"

Huo Yan frowned, but quickly reacted, "Auntie, are you talking about meeting Master Ji's grandfather? I've already met him. Master Ji took me to see him."

Zhuang Yu Nuan was stunned. "Oh, I remember now. It was you who figured out the painting was a fake."

Huo Yan lowered his brows and did not answer.

Zhuang Yu Nuan suddenly realized, "No wonder you can see the clues in the painting at such a young age. It turns out that the painting that the old man treasured was copied by you."

Zhuang Yu Nuan walked towards Huo Yan, and Zhuang Zhou Cheng stood in front of her.

"Sorry, she, I found it first."

Zhuang Yu Nuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, I won't argue with you."

Zhuang Yu Nuan was furious. She had actually pushed such an important figure out of the situation. If she hadn't been so busy recently, Zhuang Zhou Cheng would never have gotten the upper hand.

Zhuang Yu Nuan looked at Huo Yan. Even though this little girl had great painting skills, she was only 20 years old. What secrets did she hide?

Zhuang Zhoucheng turned around and looked at Huo Yan, "Let's go."

Huo Yan nodded and walked out of the police station first.

Huo Yan got into Zhuang Zhoucheng's car, and he changed cars again.

Zhuang Zhoucheng got into the driver's seat and drove away.

Huo Yan looked back at the police station which was gradually shrinking, and then she asked:

"Mr. Zhou, are you going to take me to see Mr. Zhuang?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng nodded.

He also wanted to know if Huo Yan had any secrets that he didn't know about.