The fake daughter was not exposed today

Chapter 253: Secret Love and Delays

It was a duck, swimming on the water, gently flapping its webbed feet.

New grass leaves are intertwined on the shore, and moss in the water can be faintly seen under the ripples.

The artist has a good grasp of detail, neither being too realistic to destroy the beauty of traditional Chinese painting, nor too simple to look like an informal graffiti.

Ji Qunqing stared at the painting.

He had studied Danzhe's style and he was sure that this was not Danzhe's style of painting.

In other words, Jiang Fu understands painting, and this is also her own strength.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he did underestimate the enemy.

"You draw quite well." He complimented reluctantly.

Jiang Fu replied calmly, "It's all thanks to you. If you hadn't provoked me, I might not have had the chance to write."

She had no intention of saving face for Ji Qunqing.

The surrounding discussions finally shifted away from his artistic attainments and painting skills, and began to include phrases like "provoking and being slapped in the face" and "running out of ideas".

Ji Qunqing couldn't help but smile.

He became famous at a young age and was always praised by everyone around him. But the first time he was outdone and pointed out by people around him, he felt ashamed.

Jiang Yiran finally came to the front.

She stared at the painting, at the person who painted it, in disbelief.

Nothing ever happened as she expected.

Jiang Fu felt the unwillingness and turned his head to meet her gaze.

Just as she was about to look away, she suddenly noticed the hidden emotions in the crowd, which seemed to be exploration, and...

Unlike Li Li and his hunting team.

She looked at Jiang Yiran, "Anything to say?"

"Shall we talk alone?" Jiang Yiran just thought it was ridiculous.

After all they've been through, would Jiang Fu consider her a friend? Talking to her alone was probably just to embarrass her.

Jiang Fu didn't think as much as she thought. She just wanted to find a reason to stay away from the crowd so that the strange observer would reveal himself.

"Excuse me." She said goodbye to the people around her politely and took Jiang Yiran away.

Exhibition hall.

Jing Bailu followed Pu Qiubai and looked at each painting one by one.

Pu Qiubai's insights into art were richer than she had imagined, and they both had exactly the same taste in artworks.

But Pu Qiubai was really just an ordinary family running a small business.

"I don't know where you learned all this?" she sighed.

Pu Qiubai lowered his eyes in silence, "My father."

When he mentioned his father, his eyes dimmed slightly.

The image of the man dissipating into data before his eyes was forced to be retrieved from his memory once again.

This was the first time Jing Bailu saw him sad.

She seemed to have hurt him, and after thinking for a long time, she reached out and touched his hand with her little finger.

Holding each other's hands might help ease the mood a little.

"Sister Bailu, you are here too." A voice interrupted her.

Cui Renshun put on a smile and separated the two people.

How could he not see what this poor boy was thinking? Just like him, he came to seduce Jing Bailu, and he even hooked her little finger. He was already an adult, yet he was so childish.

However, after today, Jing Bailu will belong to him.

"I wonder if you, Sister Bailu, are tired from shopping? How about we go over there and drink some water?" Cui Renshun led the two to the table in front.

The hook he cast was too straight, and both of them became alert at the same time.

Pu Qiubai gave her a reassuring look, then gently held her hand.

If Jing Bai revealed anything, he would do his best to protect her.

If it doesn't work, just pull the boat over.

Cui Renshun put the medicine into the water according to the plan and handed it over.

"Thank you." Pu Qiubai stretched out his hand, slipped, and dropped the cup to the ground.

Staring at the fragments on the ground, Cui Renshun was secretly annoyed at him for being nosy.

Fortunately, he didn't just bring one dose of medicine.

"Sister Bailu must be thirsty from giving lectures. Here's a glass of lemonade for you..."

"Thank you, but no thanks." Jing Bailu frowned.

There's probably something added to this water.

"Actually, I was the one talking all the way. Thanks, brother." Pu Qiubai took the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he stared at Cui Renshun warily.

As a man, Cui Renshun could see his intentions, but he didn't care.

If he wanted to be a flower protector, he should have thought about the situation where Jing Bailu would let him control her after he fell.

The drug took effect very quickly. Pu Qiubai's face turned a little red. He supported his head awkwardly, trying to suppress the animal nature that surged into his mind.

Jing Bailu also noticed that something was wrong with him, "Are you okay? Why don't you go and rest for a while?"

"Jiang Fu." He supported his brain and called out a number.

Jing Bailu took note of it silently.

"If he's not feeling well, there are a few lounges upstairs. Why not go there and lie down for a while?" Cui Renshun looked kind.

At worst, we can send the person in first. He will have the final say then. As for this annoying man, just knock him out.

"Okay." Jing Bailu supported the person.

She knew what Cui Renshun was planning, and she also knew that if she didn't take Pu Qiubai away in time, if the drug took effect on the man, he would probably do something indecent.

She doesn't want the man to lose face.

Now I can only pretend to be tricked.

corner.

"What do you want to say to me?"

"It's nothing, it's just that you look aggrieved when you see me. Have I wronged you?" Jiang Fu crossed his arms.

"Would I get angry with someone like you?"

"It's no use arguing with me. I can read minds." Jiang Fu smoothed his hair calmly. "Is it because I'm better than you?"

Jiang Yiran seemed to be struck by her. He wanted to be stubborn, but after thinking about it, he sneered, "Who knows if that's just your imitation of someone else's style?"

Master said that Jiang Fu could obtain the abilities of the dead by contacting them.

"Whose style do you think my work just now was in?"

Jiang Yiran was silent.

After seeing her paint with her own eyes, she couldn't tell who Jiang Fu imitated her painting style from...

"To be honest, I have the memories of Lin Zhifang, but look at the painting I just made. Does it look like Master Lin's?" Jiang Fu tilted his head to look at her.

No, the brush strokes are similar, but completely different.

"It can't be anything else..."

"My mother taught me, 'What you learn must be used'. If you can't apply what you learn, then the things in your brain are just taking up memory." Jiang Fu pointed to his temples.

This was a lesson she learned when she was young, and she always remembered her mother's teachings.

Jiang Yiran stared at her face, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

She really didn't use her full strength.

It seems that this is the gap between her and Jiang Fu.

"Yiran, you're here." Ling Mujiang walked over with a bad look on his face, "Have you seen Mingxue? She hasn't appeared since a while ago."

"No." Jiang Yiran was puzzled.

Ling Mujiang's face was filled with panic. "I don't know where she ran off to. Please help me look for her. Uncle Shan wants to see her."

Jiang Fu also received a message.

[In the second lounge upstairs, something's happened to Pu, come quickly.]