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Chapter 307 Wisdom Fruit

The oil painting is mottled, but it can still be seen that it is a rare beauty. When you hit her, her eyebrows and eyes really look like Jiang Xiu.

Yin Fei looked closer and said, "Actually, it doesn't look like it after carefulness. Xiu Xiu's eyes will be softer."

Jiang Xiu's lips tightened little by little, and his fingers were almost trembling.

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

Jiang Xiu forced a smile: "It's okay, I just feel a little scary, let's go forward."

"Okay." Yin Fei nodded.

After walking a while, Jiang Xiu suddenly turned around and looked at the mottled oil painting.

It is no coincidence that the eyebrows and eyes are similar.

Jiang Xiu recognized the person in the painting.

It's Lan Jinxi.

Who painted such a portrait for Lan Jinxi, and who placed it in this villa that has been making trouble for hundreds of years?

All of this was like a poisonous snake that seduced Adam and Eve to pick the fruit of wisdom, seducing Jiang Xiu to explore. Jiang Xiu did want to go to the person in charge of the haunted house to ask clearly at that moment, but she held it back.

She had already vaguely felt the turbulent things back then, and she could not show it too clearly because she didn't know how many pairs of eyes were looking at her behind her back.

Later, Jiang Xiu was absent-minded throughout the whole process. When she left the haunted house, Yin Fei was almost exhausted. He hugged Wen Xixin and cried: "I will never come here again! Wuwuwuwu is so scary!"

Wen Asarin looked speechless: "No one here wants to come here, you are dragging him over, right?"

Yin Fei cried even harder.

Qin Ying bought a ice cream for Jiang Xiu and asked, "Are you really okay?"

Jiang Xiu shook her head, "It's really okay."

Qin Ying narrowed his eyes and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, saying, "Someone is here to pick you up?"

Jiang Xiu nodded: "You guys go first."

Watching everyone leave, Jiang Xiu turned around and returned to the haunted house ticket gate and said to the staff: "I just fell into the haunted house. Please find the person in charge here. It is a very expensive thing."

When the staff heard this, they didn't dare to delay and quickly went to find the person in charge of the haunted house. He was a bald middle-aged man and smiled at Jiang Xiu: "Miss, have you lost something?"

Jiang Xiu looked around and said, "I want to ask if the painting on the second floor of the villa was bought by you?"

"The painting on the second floor?" The person in charge thought for a while and said, "No, it was originally found in this villa. After we took over, we thought the painting was so beautiful that it didn't move."

"Is it already there in the villa?"

"Yes." Seeing that the other party was a beautiful little girl, the person in charge spoke kindly: "Miss, did you throw something in that painting?"

Jiang Xiu shook her head slowly: "I remember that I didn't take that thing out, I didn't fall off, thank you."

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

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

"What did you ask this for?" The person in charge was a little wary: "You shouldn't be the right person, right?"

Jiang Xiu: ""Does there still be the right house in haunted houses these days?

She smiled: "No, I'm very curious."

There is nothing wrong with this. The person in charge said: "It was bought from a real estate businessman named Lin Zheng. He said that the house was originally owned by his cousin and wanted to be sold."

Lin Zheng

Jiang Xiu nodded: "Thank you."

After returning to Chongmeng Shui City, Jiang Xiu called Pingwu and asked him to help him check the villa No. 44, Rongchang Road.

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

But Jiang Xiu had something to do and was not sleeping soundly. When he came in after taking a shower, he woke up and got up to look at him.

Fu Chenhan: "Do you still wake up?"

Jiang Xiu rubbed her eyes and muttered, "Why are you back so late today?"

"Everyone of the old men in the parliament has a long discussion." Fu Chenhan lifted the quilt and lay on the bed, pinched Jiang Xiu's cheek: "I heard from plain words that you asked him to help you check things?"

"Yes." Jiang Xiu told Fu Chenhan 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 back then were very deep, and she didn't want you to check it down."

Jiang Xiu smiled: "But I always want to give her a fair, late justice is also justice."

Fu Chenhan's heart hopped slightly.

He leaned over and looked at Jiang Xiu. The little girl's face was pale and looked very delicious. The old man couldn't help but bit her cheek. Jiang Xiu screamed and quickly covered her face: "What are you doing!"

Fu Chenhan laughed softly and said, "I think you are very cute."

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

"Thank you." Jiang Xiu said softly.

"Thank me?" Fu Chenhan raised his eyebrows: "You still only know how to thank you verbally."

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

She turned over and stopped looking at Fu Chenhan. She turned her back to him and clearly expressed her position.

Fu Chenhan hugged her in his arms and chuckled: "It's okay, even if you are so stingy, uncle still likes you."

Jiang Xiu: ""

Pingbai quickly found out that Lin Zheng is a real estate businessman with a big business. The standard rich generation has made money by himself. More than 20 years ago, he was just a poor man who carried bricks on the construction site. However, after he recognized his good relatives, he gradually got into real estate. This man had no intersection with Lan Jinxi.

As for the villa at No. 44 Rongchang Road, it was Lin Zheng’s cousin Lin Qiao, who asked Lin Zheng to resell. Lin Qiao had already died of illness a year ago.

Fu Chenhan bought the painting and was sure that it was originally a half-body portrait, but it was cut off from a large canvas. After inspection, it was painted eighteen years ago. Lan Jinxi on the picture was just twenty years old. She had worn that dress when she attended a charity party, and there was no other information.

Could it be that Lin Qiao, the owner of No. 44 Rongchang Road, was the same as the person in charge of the haunted house, who simply thought that the painting was beautiful and was placed there? Or was she just thinking too much?
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