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

Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled slightly and said, "I am not an outsider."

Huo Yan pulled the corner of his mouth.

The people in their circle are probably all connected by various marriages, family acquaintances, and relationships, so they are indeed not considered outsiders.

Brand new dishes and chopsticks were brought in and placed in front of Huo Yan.

Huo Yan whispered his thanks: "Thank you."

The servant left quickly.

Huo Yan rolled his eyes slightly and took a closer look.

The Chinese, rigorous style, with a certain seriousness and depression, has a royal grandeur that envelops the entire senses.

Huo Yan knew that it was impolite to look left and right all the time, so she quickly just stared at the dishes in front of her, and didn't even raise her eyes to glance at the side dishes that were served on the table.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's gaze was always on Huo Yan.

This girl likes him very much.

He didn't have the heart to do it the first time because he thought she was underage.

Which man can resist such a gentle and sweet girl? Look at her trembling eyelashes, porcelain-white face and sweet voice. No wonder his nephew went crazy for her.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes turned cold for a second, and he asked directly, "Have you slept with him?"

Huo Yan slowly turned his head and looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng.

This is more than just rude.

"What do you want to hear?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his eyebrows, his eyes becoming even colder.

He leaned back, his sharp eyes falling lightly on Huo Yan.

Huo Yan ignored him, "Mr. Zhou, what happened to the painting? Why does Grandpa Ji Wuwei cherish it so much?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his eyebrows and stared at Huo Yan inquiringly.

"You do not know?"

Huo Yan shook his head sincerely, "I don't know."

Even if I knew, I couldn't tell you capitalists.

The old man appeared in a Chinese home suit, washed his hands, and sat at the table.

The old man obviously didn't remember Huo Yan, but he still invited Huo Yan to have dinner first. After all, she was brought back by the third brother. When had he ever seen the third brother bring a woman back?

"Are you hungry? Eat first."

Huo Yan nodded quickly.

Only after Huo Yan finished eating the seafood porridge in front of him did Zhuang Zhoucheng speak.

"The painting you collected was painted by her."

The old man raised his eyes instantly, and his sharp gaze fell directly on Huo Yan's face.

Huo Yan quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks and nodded seriously, "I copied it."

The old man frowned, "Copy?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng took out the photos of the wall painting he had taken and compared them with the photos of the old man's collection of paintings and gave them to the old man for comparison.

"We've asked several experts to verify it, and it's definitely Huo Yan's painting."

There was a turbulent look in the old man's eyes, but he appeared calm on the surface.

He whispered, "What's your name, kid?"

"Grandpa, my name is Huo Yan. Last time, Ji Wuwei and I came here." Huo Yan answered truthfully.

The old man suddenly realized, "Oh, I remember now, you are the kid who figured out that my painting was a fake."

Huo Yan nodded.

The old man asked again: "Did you copy that painting?"

Huo Yan nodded again. "I copied it. The brushstrokes, the painting techniques, the minor mistakes, and the little tricks I used to cut corners to complete the task are all exactly as they appear on the painting in your collection."

Huo Yan finished speaking and whispered again:

"So, I recognized it right away. It was my painting, not the original."

The old man asked again: "Why didn't you say it last time?"

Huo Yan was embarrassed. "Last time, I simply wanted to tell you not to be cheated by unscrupulous art dealers. But it seems that you don't care whether the painting is real or not?"

The old man's eyes suddenly became sharp, and Zhuang Zhoucheng's indifferent gaze also subconsciously fell on Huo Yan's face.

She really has a secret!