Chapter 106 The sister-in-law madman
Luo Wanbai held the carefully selected gift box in his hand, his face was full of pretended modesty, softness and dignity.
"Miss Luo is really generous. I didn't expect this painting to fall into your hands."
"Yes, yes, I heard that this painting is Wu Daozi's famous painting, and its value alone is inestimable."
"It really cost me money..."
When Luo Wanbai said that what he gave was the "Eighty-Seven Immortal Scroll", most of the people's expressions were full of surprise, full of admiration for Luo Wanbai.
Although this time was a grand birthday banquet hosted by Mr. Cheng, when this painting appeared, it directly compared the previous gifts.
Even though he was already mentally prepared, Luo Wanbai still had a complacent smile on his face when he replied.
She turned slightly sideways as if inadvertently, and looked in the direction where Old Master Cheng was sitting.
Different from what he imagined, Mr. Cheng just took a sip of his tea lightly and didn't even give him a single look.
The smile on Luo Wanbai's face froze for a moment, and then returned to normal, but he lost the intention of talking to others.
She thought that her painting would at least make people look at her with admiration.
But Mr. Cheng's eyes were always on other places.
Luo Wanbai suppressed the unwillingness in his heart, wanting to see what could attract Cheng Lao's attention more than his painting.
Nan Joe?
At first glance, it was that face that he hated, Luo Wan's white and gorgeous eyebrows were knit together, and he was angry.
Nan Qiao didn't notice that she was being stared at, and right now she was impatiently dealing with Cheng Juan.
"Sorry, I can't eat anymore."
Looking at the exquisite dim sum put in front of him with care and consideration, it was clearly the delicacy An Nuo had eaten just now, but Nan Qiao had no appetite at this time.
She politely refused, without even a smile on her face, who made this person keep posting over and over again.
Cheng Juan nodded understandingly, and immediately asked people to remove the things, with a smile like a spring breeze on his face, which was simply a gentleman in the eyes of others.
"Miss Nan has a bad appetite? Do you need a doctor to see?"
"If you feel unwell, you can take a rest here."
He is clearly doing something to be courteous to others, but he is like a hospitable host, and people can't tell what's wrong.
All the envious or suspicious eyes fell on the two of them, and Cheng Juan didn't seem to be able to feel it. Those clear eyes drooped slightly, very gentle, as if they were all focused on her. on people.
"No need."
Nan Qiao didn't answer, it was her elder brother Murong Chen who spoke.
Hearing this voice, Cheng Juan's smile froze.
"Jojo, sit here."
Murong Chen and Nan Qiao immediately changed positions. From Cheng Juan's point of view, his tall and strong body completely covered Nan Qiao's petite figure.
He was sitting there, and suddenly turned his head to look at Cheng Juan, looked at the clean and gentle smile on the other's face, and twitched the corners of his mouth, his voice was cold and imperceptibly bored.
"Little princess of the Murong family, it's not your turn to be courteous."
How could such a person be worthy of his sister.
I don't know if it's his own illusion, Cheng Juan always feels that there is some sarcasm in the other party's words.
Cheng Juan was taken aback for a moment, and belatedly glanced at the banquet. Almost instantly, his ears caught the discussion of others.
Luo Wanbai, gave the "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll"?
After all, he is also the heir of the Cheng family. Cheng Juan understood what Murong Chen was referring to in an instant.
Nan Qiao reached out and pulled down the sleeve of her elder brother, put the most delicious dish into a bowl, and motioned for him to eat quickly, not wanting her elder brother to pay attention to the person she hated.
Murong Chen's face that was as cold as ice melted instantly when he saw the vegetables in the bowl, and he acted like the snow melted in winter and returned to the earth in spring, and happily took a bite of the vegetables that his sister made for himself.
"The dishes Qiao Qiao makes are delicious."
After taking a bite, Murong Chen just said hype.
It was just the atmosphere at the banquet, but it was far less relaxed than the two of them.
"Eighty-Seven Immortals Volume" is the only silk scroll manuscript of Wu Daozi in the world.
Now there is no second one in the world, which makes it even more difficult to find.
So when Luo Wanbai said that he was presenting this painting, most of the people at the banquet were in an uproar, but a very small number of people were quite silent.
Those who can come to Cheng Lao's birthday banquet are naturally not people who know nothing about archaeological relics, and they have naturally heard of the name of this painting, but it is precisely because of this that the atmosphere of the banquet becomes subtle.
Seeing Luo Wanbai standing there with frowning brows, looking at Cheng Lao undisguisedly, and looking at Cheng Juan's face that was about to blacken into coal, Nan Qiao immediately raised the corners of his mouth, and secretly thought that something amused him.
"You don't know such a stupid person, do you? I just looked at you with fiery eyes."
The person sitting next to Cheng Juan moved his arm, stabbed him with his elbow, and he could feel the person's disdain for Luo Wanbai when he opened his mouth.
This man's surname is Qin, he is the only son of the Qin family, and he has the best relationship with Cheng Juan on weekdays.
"Shut up."
It's just that Cheng Juan didn't have the mood to tease people at this time, seeing Luo Wanbai's smug expression, the last bit of friendship with his classmates disappeared, and he just felt that Luo Wanbai was simply a trouble.
Suddenly, a female voice broke in, breaking the viscous subtlety of the banquet.
"I didn't expect Ms. Luo to give such a precious gift, she really has vision."
It was Nan Qiao. She stood up and looked at Luo Wanbai. Her eyes widened slightly like a deer, which made people think they were cute, and there was some surprise in her tone.
"I spent 20 million to buy this with great difficulty."
Hearing the tone of the other party's words, Luo Wanbai bent his mouth, and the emotion of being ignored by the old man inevitably calmed down a little.
But following the sound, the curvature of the corner of the mouth dropped instantly. .
Didn't expect it to be her.
Catching the flash of disgust in the person's eyes, Nan Qiao felt a little indescribably happy.
However, the "really hard" in the other party's mouth made her feel a little funny. If she had to say something that was not easy, then it was indeed not easy for her to raise the price with others and spend a little effort to deceive them.
"I heard that Wu Daozi's paintings emphasize the beauty of harmony, but I didn't expect Miss Luo to like this. It seems that I have studied the painting saint a little bit."
After saying this, everyone's eyes fell on Luo Wanbai.
Luo Wanbai couldn't hold back his smile, and looked at Nan Qiao with disgust and resentment.
Of course she has heard of the title of this painting, but that doesn't mean Luo Wan Bai really understands it.
Walking there at the time, Luo Wanbai bought it just after hearing the name of the painting. She was sent by her family to study abroad since she was a child, and what she learned were all foreign things. How could she know the importance of this cultural relic?
Thinking about Nan Qiao deliberately raising the price at that time, causing her to spend more money to go home and being scolded by her father, Luo Wanbai held a grudge against others even more. Why did she keep silent when others gave gifts just now, why was she so unnatural? Come out to speak after falling to her?
It was simply targeting her on purpose.
(end of this chapter)