Chapter 790

The wishing gold coin in Chen Zhao 's hand suddenly dissipated like powder.

Fanny raised her head and her eyes were inconceivable.

"Chen This is... "

Chen Yu stroked fari's hair: "have you heard of Aladdin's lamp?"

Wheezing -

Farley laughs with tears. It's saran who looks at Chen Yu: "you are involved in dangerous driving."

"What? I drive dangerously? " Chen Yu's eyes were straight. "When did I drive dangerously?"

"Where did you put her just now?" Saran points to little gren in Chen's arms.

"Passenger seat, of course. I have a baby seat."

"Don't you know that babies under six months old can't sit in the baby seat?" Saran looked at Chen Yu and said.

Chen Zhu's eyes are about to fall out: "and this rule?"

"Of course, the baby seat is for babies over six months old. Whose baby is this?"

"Mine is my daughter." Chen is helpless.

Today, I'd like to admit that I can't sit in the baby seat for the time being.

"You have a daughter." Saran also looked at Chen Yu in surprise.

"Are you disappointed that I have a daughter?"

"Do you challenge the police every time?"

"Give me the ticket."

"Forget it. I'll let you go this time."

"My God Is tomorrow the end of the world? "

Chen Yu's face is exaggerated, and Sharon's face is black: "are you sure you want me to issue a ticket?"

"Ha ha It's a joke. "

Saran looked at the gift shop. "What do you want?"

"I'm not sure. I'm going to give an old man a present. Come and choose one." Chen said.

Two people walk into the gift shop together, at this time, the guardian angel falls on a picture.

"Yi Yi..." Little Gelin, with her arms open, wanted to get the picture.

"Baby, do you want this?"

It's a big painting. It looks like it's been some time.

It's an incarnation of love and beauty, Venus.

There are also a few little angels dressing Venus up.

"Venus in dressing" is a replica. The real one is at the Metropolitan Museum of art in New York. " Said saran.

Chen is in charge of so many things. He doesn't appreciate them at all.

For him, except for the difference in price, there is no difference between the true and the false.

But since little Gelin likes this picture, she will buy it.

"Boss, how can I sell this painting?"

The boss in front of the cash register didn't lift his eyelids, so he casually quoted: "eighty dollars."

"Pack it for me."

"Did you know that the original work of this painting was the work of Francois Boucher, a French painter in the 18th century, and also the spring palace of the royal family. If you want to use this painting to hang at home, it is not suitable, especially for children's home."

Chen Yu thought, it seems to be reasonable.

It's really not suitable for my daughter to face this picture of spring palace every day.

Then take it to Steven.

This color old man should like this kind of thing very much.

As for the truth, the old man is not a gentleman.

Chen Yu has been to Steven's house twice, and there is no art hanging in his house.

All he hung were posters of his own films.

It can be seen that Steven is not only a Yashi, but also a narcissist.

Chen Yu lost interest after appreciating the painting for several times.

Chen never believed that these works of art could really be worth astronomical figures.

Of course, maybe Chen Yu doesn't know art.

"This is for you, little one." Saran is holding a strange woodcarving.

"What is this thing for? It's ugly. "

"It's not for you. It's a sacrificial device made by Indians. In the past, there was an Indian ethnic group here, but now there are only a dozen people left. They usually sell some unique Indian Handicrafts, which should be made by them. It's called the spirit of wood."