Tyrannical Wang’s Beloved Wife

One after the other, Jing Wan didn't bother him. Forty copies were all finished. A lot of time had passed, and the people around the desk were stretching their heads. If something wasn't in the hands of Luo Pei Shan, they would have reached for it.

Jing Wan has stepped aside and appreciated the various ornaments in the study.

If you look at the following fragrance spectrum, two volumes, each one is two fingers thick enough, turn two or three pages, Luo Pei Mountain suddenly closes, this is a good thing, baby, you have to watch yourself slowly, look up, look at your children and grandchildren, suddenly you are impatient, wave, "go away. ”

I didn't want to, but I didn't dare to turn against Luo Pei Mountain. I went aside and looked at the table with all my strength.

“Three maids, come, come to grandfather.” Mount Luo has a smile on his face.

In the face of his serious grandfather, Jing Wan was able to cope freely. Now he smiles like an old fox, but Jing Wan is a little hesitant. If Luo Pei Shan knew Jing Wan's thoughts, he would die of depression. He obviously laughed with kindness and did not want to scare his granddaughter.

“Three girls, where did you get these? ”

“I painted it myself, I don't know what to give my grandfather, I can get it, except for my own flowers, this is all I have, because there are only a few pots of flowers that come to Beijing, all the way to the turbulence, plus my poor health all the way, neglected to take care of it, some are not good, I need to keep it for a while, so I chose this, I hope my grandfather doesn't dislike it. ”

How can you dislike it? Sister Gong can think of the value of these fragrances, how could Mount Luo not have thought of them and thought of more. Not to mention that in the future, it will be a gift, which is quite high gold content, and then it will be given to those who love to paint flowers, which is really worth it. “I didn't expect the three girls to have this painting power. Did you create this painting yourself?” A new way of painting, inevitably ancient, can not reach the height of Kaishan ancestors, but enough to be remembered by future generations.

“Wouldn't this painting be popular?” Jing Wan was a little confused.

Luo Peishan immediately understood that his old wife had covered up the matter in order to protect the granddaughter. A talented woman's name was not necessarily a good thing. If it were a man, it would certainly be fame, but women, perhaps, would be called in to spy, measured like goods, so unjust in the world. See Yang Wan slightly frowned, obviously she has understood the key. “Did any paintings come out? ”

“No.” She never painted flowers, and she didn't love to show herself. Plus, she thought that everyone else would, naturally, in Qian 'an Province, no one knew she could paint except some people in the Province.

Luo Pei Mountain nodded, and if he did, his wife would take care of it. “What do you think? ”

Yang Wan didn't think much, so he glanced at his father, Rongyan Luo, and finally looked at his brother, Yang Bo Luo.

Luo Pei Mountain nodded, it turns out to be a clear child, such a good opportunity to be famous, but not tempted to know the stakes, let alone her age, too many people who have experienced the downturn may not be able to keep their hearts. Others in the room also understood that she was going to count this credit to her elder brother, and that it was not impossible for her father to give it to him. However, once this new method of painting is passed on, it brings honor and prestige. Her father's notorious personality might as well earn some capital for Luo Jingbo.

“Next, learn painting from your sister. You're not good at it. Are you interested in taking her stuff?” Luo Pei Mountain Board said to Luo Jingbo with his face. Like Jing Wan, Luo Rongyan was not consulted. Luckily, Luo Rongyan really didn't care, but Luo Rongyan coveted those orchid charts as much as the group fragrance spectrum.