My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 15 Practice a Trumpet
Liu Ruyan was driving very fast.

She returned to her home in less than 10 minutes.

This is a luxurious villa area, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters, with a wide view and elegant style.

The villa has three floors and is full of style.

There is water in front of the door and trees behind the door.

The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the environment is pleasant.

Ye Fan secretly thought: If he can live here, he can extend his life by at least three years.

Of course, living here is not only for a good living environment, but also a status symbol.

The value of each villa is at least 3000 million or more, which is not affordable for ordinary people.

into it.

A worried voice came over immediately.

"Is it Yan'er? Did you bring the pill back?"

"I brought it back, and I brought the doctor back with me."

"Great, hurry up and give your grandfather medicine."

Chang Jiamei smiled at Ye Fan: "Young man, sit down and rest for a while, let's go and give the old man some medicine."

"Okay, you are busy first."

There were no scenes of contempt or obstruction.

The old man took the elixir smoothly.

The whole person began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This made the Liu family excited.

Ye Fan was fine and looked around.

The decoration style here is close to the pastoral style.

Quaint and deep.

Ye Fan sat on a huanghuali chair.

Gently stroking the delicate carvings on it.

Sure enough.

I'm afraid this chair is worth a fortune.

Slightly looking around, the interior of the house is quaint, with little worldly smell of copper, but a little more elegant and peaceful.

Suddenly, Ye Fan's eyes were deeply attracted by a calligraphy and painting.

The whole character is more than domineering, flowing like clouds and flowing water, and the writing is like clouds and smoke, which is a masterpiece.

Recalling the year:
Angry, leaning on the railing, the rain breaks down.Looking up, looking up and screaming, with a strong heart.

……

Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the palace.

This is Yue Fei's poem.

The above words should also be written by Yue Fei himself.

But why does it look familiar?
And right now.

An exclamation sounded.

"Grandpa, are you alright? Are you alright?"

The person who spoke was Chang Hong.

An old voice came.

"Hehe, it's done! My whole body is strong, as if I have endless strength."

"Great."

Chang Hong did not enjoy the joy with everyone.

Instead, he hurried downstairs.

"Ye Fan, you brat, this time your hole cards are gone, let's see what you can fight with me."

Ye Fan touched his nose.

This kid even called himself a brother and brother in the morning.

In the afternoon, I was out of breath.

The face-changing speed is really fast.

"Hmph, poor ghost, if you want to extort money from our family, there is no door."

As he said that, Chang Hong found Ye Fan standing in front of the ancient calligraphy picture.

"Hehe, you haven't seen an antique before! This calligraphy and painting is worth at least 1000 million."

"Poor ghost, you still want to be my brother, you are really blind."

"No, it's really a toad wanting to eat swan meat."

"It doesn't seem right..."

Ye Fan smiled coldly.

He finally remembered.

This calligraphy and painting is exactly the same as Xiaoqing's calligraphy and painting for herself.

He didn't believe that what Xiaoqing gave was fake.

There is only one authentic piece.

Prove it.

The calligraphy and paintings collected by the Liu family are fakes.

"Hehe, this broken calligraphy and painting is worth 1000 million yuan? You are fooling the ghost! If it is sold on the street, it will be worth 100 yuan at most."

"Fart! This is Yue Fei's authentic work."

"You don't even know if it's true or false, you're such a fool."

Huh?
Why do these words sound familiar?

Isn't that what his family often scolds him?
"You dare to scold me? Believe it or not, I'll kill you?"

Chang Hong's face was grim.

"Okay, I'll wait."

Since Chang Hong doesn't welcome himself.

Ye Fan naturally didn't need to stay here.

With that said, he was about to walk out the door.

"Boy, wait a minute."

An old voice came.

I saw the old man of the Liu family slowly walking down from the second floor with a large group of Liu family members.

This was the first time Ye Fan saw a billionaire.

People say that successful businessmen are the original sin of exploitation.

But Ye Fan didn't see much hostility in him.

Instead, he had a friendly look on his face.

Meet elders.

Ye Fan would naturally not be rude.

"Old man, congratulations on your recovery from serious illness."

"Haha, young man, you are really good."

Ye Fan is neither humble nor overbearing.

Not arrogant or impetuous.

The demeanor displayed is completely beyond his age.

Invisibly let Liu Laogao take a look.

"Thank you for saving the old man's life. Come on, hurry up and let me take a good look."

Ye Fan suddenly blushed.

If you confront him tit for tat.

He can still deal with it calmly.

But the old man smiled ambiguously.

The way he looked at his grandson-in-law made him a little embarrassed and shy.

"There is no need to thank the old man, this is what should be done."

"Hehe, nothing is as it should be."

"Even if you ask for 400 million yuan, the old man will show you a big favor."

This is a sensible person.

in front of life.

Not to mention 400 million, even if it is 40 million, [-] billion, someone will definitely be able to get it.

Ye Fan wants so little, which is already the price of friendship.

He laughed without saying a word.

This thing is over.

If you want to be sympathetic, you will be a little ignorant.

"Come on, sit down and have a good chat with me."

see this scene.

The members of the Liu family were puzzled for a while.

Ye Fan is just an ordinary student, at most he knows some medical skills.

How could the old man receive him with such a high standard of etiquette?

Even if it is a savior, it is not necessary.

It's not that they don't give money.

But no matter how many doubts they have, they dare not say anything.

I can only watch the two chatting helplessly from the sidelines.

"That's right, Xiaofan."

Unconsciously.

Liu Lao's address for Ye Fan has also become very intimate.

"You just said that the painting hanging on the wall is a fake? I don't know what basis you have?"

Ye Fan didn't want to have a dispute with him on this matter.

"Hehe, the kid is just talking nonsense."

"Oh, you're being dishonest."

"Just now you swore and were full of confidence, how could you be talking nonsense?"

"Come on, tell me it's non-toxic."

……

"Grandpa, don't believe what he says."

"This kid is a liar. He pretends to be calm and knowledgeable."

"Before, he lied to his cousin and wanted to pick her up."

Chang Hong interrupted.

Old Liu frowned.

"Wine and rice bag, can't you learn from it?"

"The person who was deceived is yourself, can't you see it through now?"

"Oh, I really don't know how Jiahui gave birth to such a thing as you."

Chang Jiahui on the side covered her face.

No place to be self-contained.

She gently tugged on her husband's sleeve.

"Husband, let's practice a trumpet when we go back tonight."

"Well, I think it's okay. The tuba looks like it's useless."

"It's more than scrapped! It's scrapped!"

The voices of the two are not small.

Chang Hong's face flushed.

"Mom, Dad, when you scold me, can you carry me behind your back?"

"It hurts self-esteem."

The two smiled awkwardly.

"Son, pretend you didn't hear."

Chang Hong was wronged endlessly.

Can you pretend you didn't hear this kind of words?
(End of this chapter)