Chapter 307

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

Yan Fei looked closer and said, "actually, it's not like to look carefully. Wheezing eyes should be soft."

Jiang Xu's lips are a little bit tight, and his fingers are almost trembling.

Qin Ying frowned and noticed something wrong with her: "Jiang Xiu?"

Jiang Xiao reluctantly laughed: "I'm sorry It's OK. It's just 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 not a coincidence that eyebrows and eyes are alike.

Jiang Xiu knew the man in the painting.

It's blue brocade.

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

All this is like a poisonous snake that lures Adam and Eve to take off the wisdom fruit, and lures Jiang Xiu to explore. Jiang Xiu really wants to go to the person in charge of the haunted house and ask for it at that moment, but she resists.

She had already faintly felt the dark waves of that year's events, and she could not be too obvious because she did not know how many pairs of eyes were looking at her behind her back.

Later, Jiang Xu was absent-minded throughout the whole process. When she got out of the haunted house, Yin Fei was about to collapse. She was holding the smell of Asarum and crying: "I will never come here again! Boo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo

Hearing asari's face speechless: "we don't want to come here, are all dragged by you, OK?"

Yin Fei cried more fiercely.

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

Jiang Xu 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. She said, "is someone coming to pick you up?"

Jiang Xiu said, "you go first."

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

The staff did not dare to delay. They went to the person in charge of the ghost house, who was a bald middle-aged man, and laughed at Jiang Xiu: "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?"

"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 very beautiful, so we didn't move it."

"Is it in the villa?"

"Yes." Seeing that the other side was a beautiful girl, the person in charge spoke kindly: "Miss, do you have anything left in that painting?"

Jiang Xu slowly shook his head: "I remember I didn't take that thing out of the house, did not fall, thank you."

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

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

"What do you ask this for?" The person in charge was a little wary: "you shouldn't be the one to your home, are you?"? "

JIANG Xu:" Is there a right home in ghost houses these days?

She laughed: "no I'm curious. "

There is nothing difficult to say. The person in charge said, "it was bought from a real estate merchant named Lin Zheng. He said that the house originally belonged to one of his cousins and wanted to sell it."

Lin Zheng

Jiang Xiu nodded: "thank you."

After returning to the dream water city, Jiang Xu called pingbai and asked him to check the villa No. 44 of Linzheng and Rongchang road for himself.

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

But Jiang Xu had something in mind. He didn't sleep well. When he came into the door after taking a bath, he woke up and looked at him.

Fu Chenhan: "or wake you up?"

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

"Every one of those old men in parliament has a long speech." Fu Chenhan opened the quilt and lay down on the bed, pinched Jiang Xu'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 44 Rongchang road has something to do with my mother."

Fu Chenhan said: "your mother's affairs were very deep, she didn't want you to check down."

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

Fu's heart leaped slightly.

He bent over and looked at Jiang Xiu. The little girl's face was white and delicious. The old man didn't hold back a bite on her cheek. Jiang gave a cry and quickly covered his face: "what are you doing?"Fu Chenhan low smile voice: "think you are very cute."

He said: "you want to check, is to check, uncle is always with you."

“…… Thank you Said Jiang Xu softly.

"Thank me?" Fu Chenhan picks eyebrow: "you still can only oral thanks."

Jiang Xiu's face immediately turned red: "only oral thanks! There is nothing else

She turned over, did not go to see Fu Chenhan, with her back to him, made clear her position.

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

Jiang Hsu: "it's

……

Pingbai quickly found out that Lin was a real estate businessman with a large business. The standard rich generation made money on his own. More than 20 years ago, he was just a brick moving pauper on the construction site, but later he recognized a good relative and gradually got into contact with real estate. This man and LAN Jinxi did not have any intersection.

As for the villa at 44 Rongchang Road, it belongs to Lin Zheng's cousin Lin Qiao. Toryn is selling it. Lin Qiao died of illness a year ago.

Fu Chenhan asked people to buy the painting. It can be believed that it should have been a half length portrait. It was cut off from the canvas. After testing, the painting was drawn 18 years ago. LAN Jinxi was just 20 years old. The skirt she wore at a charity party was gone. There was no other information.

Is it possible that Lin Qiao, the owner of 44 Rongchang road and the person in charge of the ghost house, just simply felt that the painting was good-looking, so it would be placed there? Or is she thinking too much.

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