Chapter 307

The oil painting is mottled, but you can still see that it is a rare beauty. When you hit it, it looks like Jiang Xiu.

Yin Fei looked closer and said, "in fact, if you look carefully, it's not like that. You should have soft eyes."

Ginger whew's lips are a little bit tight, fingers almost tremble.

Qin Ying frowned and noticed something wrong with her: "Ginger whew?"

Jiang Xu forced a smile: "it's OK. I just think it's a little scary. Let's go ahead."

"Good." Yin Fei nodded.

After going out for a while, Jiang Xu suddenly turned back and looked at the mottled oil painting.

It's no coincidence that eyebrows and eyes look alike.

Jiang Xiu knew the man in the painting.

It's LAN Jin Xi.

Who painted such a portrait for LAN Jinxi, and who put it in this villa that has been haunted for hundreds of years?

All this is like a poisonous snake that tempts Adam and Eve to pick the fruit of wisdom, and tempts Jiang Xiu to explore. Jiang Xiu really wants to ask the person in charge of the haunted house immediately, but she can't help it.

She had already faintly felt the dark and turbulent things of that year, and she couldn't show it too obviously, because she didn't know how many pairs of eyes were looking at her behind her back.

Later, Jiang Xiu was absent-minded all the way out of the haunted house. When she got out of the haunted house, Yin Fei was about to collapse, and she cried with Wen Xixin in her arms: "I will never come here again! Sobbing, sobbing, it's terrible

Smell asarum, a face speechless: "no one here wants to come, are you forced to drag, OK?"

Yin Fei cried more fiercely.

Qin Ying bought an ice cream for Jiang Xu and asked, "are you really OK?"

Jiang Shuo shook his head. "It's really OK."

Qin Ying narrowed her eyes and wanted to say something, but she didn't say it in the end and said, "someone is coming to pick you up?"

Jiang Xu said, "you go first."

Watching the crowd leave, Jiang Xu turned back to the ticket office of the haunted house and said to the staff, "I just had something fall in the haunted house. Please find the person in charge here. It's a very valuable thing. "

After hearing this, the staff did not dare to delay, so they went to the person in charge of the haunted house. It was a bald middle-aged man who laughed at Jiang Xu: "Miss, what have you lost?"

Jiang Xiu looked around and said, "I want to ask about the painting on the second floor of the villa. Did you buy the scenery?"

"The painting on the second floor?" The person in charge thought about it and said, "that's not true. It was originally in this villa. After we took over the painting, we thought it was strange and beautiful, but it didn't move."

"It's in the villa?"

"Yes." Look at each other is a beautiful little girl, the person in charge also said kindly: "Miss, do you have something left in that painting?"

Ginger whew slowly shook his head: "I remember I didn't take that thing out, didn't drop, thank you."

The person in charge felt a little confused, but he nodded with a good temper: "that's good."

Jiang Xiu pursed his lips and said, "I want to ask, who did you buy this villa from?"

"Why do you ask this?" The person in charge was a little wary: "you are not the right person at home, are you“

Jiang Xu: "is there a right home in the haunted house these days?

She laughed. "No... I'm curious."

It's not hard to say. The person in charge said, "I bought it from a real estate businessman named Lin Zheng. He said that the house belonged to one of his cousins and wanted to hang it up for sale."

Lin Zheng

Jiang Xu nodded: "thank you."

After returning to chongmeng Shuicheng, Jiang Xu calls pingbai and asks him to check the villa No. 44 on Linzheng and Rongchang road for himself.

Fu Chenhan came back late at night. Jiang Xiu was already asleep. He looked at the sleeping girl and took her clothes to another room to wash. He didn't want to wake her up.

But Jiang Xu had something to do in his heart and didn't sleep soundly. He woke up when he came in after taking a bath and got up to look at him.

Fu Chenhan: "still wake you up?"

Jiang Xiu rubbed his eyes and muttered, "why did you come back so late today?"

"The old men in the Council have a long speech." Fu Chenhan opened the quilt and lay down on the bed, pinching Jiang Xiu's cheek: "I heard that you asked him to check things for you“

"Well." Jiang Xu told Fu Chenhan about the painting he saw in the haunted house today: "I think No. 44 Rongchang road has something to do with my mother."

Fu Chenhan said: "your mother's affairs in those years are very deep. She doesn't want you to look down."

Jiang Xu laughed: "but I always want to give her a fair, late justice, also justice."

Fu Chenhan's heart beat slightly.

He leaned over and looked at Jiang Xu. The little girl's face was white and delicious. The old man didn't resist biting her cheek. Jiang Xu cried and quickly covered her face: "what are you doing?"

Fu Chenhan said with a low smile: "I think you are very cute."

He said: "if you want to check, just check. Uncle will always be by your side."

"... thank you." Jiang Xu said softly.

"Thank me?" Fu Chen Han picks an eyebrow: "you still can only thank verbally."

Jiang Xu's face immediately turned red: "only verbal thanks! Nothing else

She turned over, did not go to see Fu Chenhan, with the back to him, clearly stated his position.

Fu Chenhan put her in his arms and said, "it's OK. Even if you are so mean, my uncle still likes you."

Jiang Xu: "I'm not sure."

……

Pingbai soon found out that Lin Zheng is a real estate businessman with a large business. The standard rich generation got up on their own money. More than 20 years ago, he was just a poor man carrying bricks on the construction site, but later he recognized his good relatives and gradually came into contact with real estate. This man has no contact with LAN Jinxi.

As for the villa at No.44 Rongchang Road, it belongs to Lin Qiao, Lin Zheng's cousin. Tuolin is selling it. Lin Qiao died of illness a year ago.

Fu Chenhan asked people to buy the painting. We can be sure that it was originally a bust portrait, which was cut off from the big canvas. After testing, this painting was painted 18 years ago. LAN Jinxi on the picture is just 20 years old. She once wore that skirt when she attended a charity party. There is no more information.

Could it be that Lin Qiao, the owner of No. 44 Rongchang Road, was just like the person in charge of the haunted house. He just thought that the painting was good-looking, so he would put it there? Or is it just that she thinks too much.

Jiang Xiu looked down at the picture frame in his hand.