Chapter 1522 The Wayward Ancestor 24

After Yaya finished painting, she smiled at the audience: "These two paintings will be auctioned off at the spot. And with the proceeds from the auction, everyone here will be invited to drink. What do you think?"

There was an instant applause.

Talented, hearty and generous, full of arrogance, how could there be such a perfect and wonderful woman?

Chen Shuhao was the first to bid for the painting without hesitation.

In the end, he bought both paintings at high prices. Yaya personally took the painting and delivered it to Chen Shuhao.

"Mr. Chen, this is your painting." Yaya's beautiful eyes flashed, and her fair little hands presented the two scrolls.

"Thank you." Chen Shuhao took the painting, but his eyes did not move away from Yaya's face. He said excitedly, "Who is Miss Tang's calligrapher? Miss Tang is beautiful, and the painting is also beautiful."

"Thank you." Yaya smiled slightly, but instead of answering Chen Shuhao's question, she turned and left. After Chen Shuhao looked disappointed, Yaya stopped again, turned slightly to look at Chen Shuhao, and said softly, "If Mr. Chen doesn't dislike it, you can wait for me to finish the performance before having tea and chatting."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Chen Shuhao nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

At this moment, Chen Shuhao couldn't remember the words that he promised Lin Rutong to go back to her after buying the wine. Chen Shuhao's mind is now full of Yaya's stunning performance just now. I have been thinking in my heart and I don't know how Miss Tang can focus on two tasks, how can she draw while dancing, and still draw so well.

What is Xu Feihan doing? He is drinking one cup after another. He kept mumbling in his mouth: "Good wine, good wine!" He, who had always claimed that he would never get drunk after a thousand glasses, finally got drunk. Not to mention reminding Chen Shuhao of what he promised Miss Lin. In the end, drooling and lying on the table, he fell asleep without any image.

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Tang Wenfeng and the little emperor murmured, "That Chen Shuhao is finished."

"Yes, he's finished. Yaya is so nice, of course he's going to be finished. We'll send someone to tell him the truth when he loves him so much." The little emperor took a sip of his wine, then looked at Xu Feihan again, disgusted Said, "That is Xu Feihan, the famous ruby ​​son in Jianghu? The whole table is drooling. I will ask the artist to draw it and pass it on later."

Tang Wenfeng: "...Is this not good?" I heard that Mr. Xu pays attention to his image. I have to take a flower bath and incense every night, and I shave very diligently. If such a detrimental image is spread, will Mr. Xu hit the wall?

"There's nothing wrong with it." The little emperor said convincingly, "You have to know that they were on the other side at the beginning, and they were your sister's enemies. You must not be soft on your enemies, or you will be cruel to yourself, understand? "

"Oh, that's good." Tang Wenfeng nodded.

The head eunuch watched his eyes, nose, nose, and heart, and stood behind him as steadily as Mount Tai. He listened to the emperor's words to spoil the young master of the Tang family. He remained silent, and his mood became a little complicated again.

"Oh, my sister wants to eat roast duck. Counting the time, it will be out of the oven soon. I will buy it. Do you want it?" Tang Wenfeng asked the little emperor.

I am just by the way. The little emperor thought sourly. Forget it, that's his sister, so it can't be compared.

"If you want to eat, I'll send someone to buy it." The little emperor said.

"No, I'll go back as soon as I go. It won't taste good when it's cold." Tang Wenfeng refused, got up and went out to buy roast duck by himself.

However, when Tang Wenfeng came back, the roast duck he bought was still cold. Because he not only brought back two roast ducks, but also brought back a beautiful little girl.