Chapter: 123

The nervous and sweaty hands of Dong Yan and Qiao Renshan also relaxed slightly, but fortunately, this daughter had pitted herself.

"Oh, it turns out that my sister gave me paintings. Let me see what good things I painted."

Qiao Anchu stepped forward to help Xiuli and help spread the painting.

What you see is a pair of watercolor paintings, brightly colored watercolors, with a line of poems dotted with ink on the side, and the watercolor materials are smooth and flawless.

It's a far cry from the cheap feeling of packaging with newspapers on the outside.

Xiuli and Qiao Anchu's eyes widened suddenly.

When everyone saw this, their eyes widened. This level is indeed very high.

No wonder Qiao’s family had heard of Qiao Anchu’s painting of Joe Yimo, pretending to be his own, and then showing it to Mr. Qin, who was later exposed by Mr. Qin and cancelled the apprenticeship banquet.

Presumably, this thing is very likely to be true.

Everyone started talking again:

"In that case, is it true that Qiao Anchu stole Qiao Yimo's painting before?"

"It's not a rumor, it's true. I was still on the scene at the time. Don't say how embarrassing it is."

"Mom, this fake daughter is not as good as the real daughter."

"What do you do with so much housework?"

In the distance, Jun Mo touched his chin, jokingly said, "This idiot can really save money, and he actually gave his painting to grandma!"

Then he added: "People just send paintings and don't accept the necklace of Lord Tired?"

Leng Jianfeng's eyes were slightly aroused, and she was alive, because she knew the little girl's drawing level.

The little girl's hand-painted, no matter from any point of view, it must be more meaningful than a necklace.

He found himself admiring her more and more.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Grandma Qingzhi hurriedly followed up to see.

She looked intently, and the smile on her face bloomed in an instant, and she praised again and again, "Yimo, is this painting really for me?"

Grandma Qingzhi was surprised to see the painting. She seemed to have seen this style of painting.

Qiao Yimo's mouth turned slightly and nodded, "Well, do you like it?"

Grandma Qingzhi smiled, how could she not like her granddaughter's painting by herself.

Seeing this, Xiuli snorted softly and sneered, "Mom, Yo, you like this kind of thing, we just buy it for you! Look at this picture, I can’t open it!"

"Is it because my younger siblings don't hurt Yimo? I can't even buy mom's birthday present! I can find something like this in the trash can." Xiuli sneered at Dong Yan.

"You... how can you say that, what Yimo gives is her heart! Even if it is not worth the money, it doesn't need to be so mean!" Dong Yan said angrily.

Joey Mo looked at Xiuli and sneered, "Then tell me which trash can you can pick up? I'll pick it up!"

"Hmph, my daughter can have a pair of this kind of painting at hand, don't think that only you can paint!" Xiuli is bragging about her daughter.

Qingzhi didn't listen to what they were talking about, her attention was all focused on the painting Qiao Yimo sent.

I always feel very familiar, very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

"Hiss!" Grandma Qingzhi had a flash of inspiration, "Yimo, how come I am so familiar with the style of this painting?"

Qing Zhi's voice fell to the ground, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

The people present couldn't help but look carefully at Qiao Yimo's paintings.

Under such observation, one of the boys wearing glasses said "Huh" and rubbed his eyes, a little shocked: "This painting...I'm not mistaken, right?"

"What's the matter?" Xiuli looked at the boy with eyes gossiping.

"I seem to know who this painting looks like, but I don't know if I should say it or not?"

Xiuli glared at the boy with glasses, "You just say it, what are you talking about?"

The boy explained, "I am studying fine art, and the style of this painting is very familiar to me. It looks like...like a painting by the famous painter "Master of the End of the Water" in the art world. JrNovels.com