Han Ziyan also felt Ye Ning's gaze, and she felt disgusted.

I thought this arrogant guy could say something deafening, but I didn't expect that he would be more disgusting than other men.

"Please pay attention to the image, the saliva is almost flowing out." Lin Xue reminded.

Then, seeing that everyone was looking at her, she quickly left Ye Ning and said, "Don't get me wrong, I don't know him."

Many people have recognized Lin Xue's identity and immediately showed a look of surprise.

"Wife, why did you say you didn't know me?" Ye Ning asked in confusion.

Everyone was suddenly in an uproar. This man was actually Lin Xue's husband.

When did the little princess of the Lin family get married? No one in the audience knew about it.

Lin Xue's face turned red all of a sudden, and she didn't know how to answer.

Fortunately, at this time, Ye Ning focused on Han Ziyan.

"You are Han Ziyan?"

Han Ziyan did not answer his question, but said: "Did you say Master Yinlong's paintings are children's graffiti works? I hope you can apologize to Master Yinlong."

"I was not wrong." Ye Ning looked innocent.

He knew this painting, and the author was either someone else, or himself.

Moreover, Ye Ning was only eight years old when he was painting this painting.

The purpose of painting this crane is also very simple. There is a group of cranes on Guhong Mountain. He has been greedy for a long time, but he has never been able to catch it.

Later, Ye Ning thought of a way, which was to draw a picture of a crane that could use fake to attract the crane, and hide it aside, and then you could catch the crane.

So he drew this painting.

Since then, the group of cranes have suffered.

It was not until he was nine years old that the group of cranes were eaten up and he threw this picture of cranes aside.

If I hadn't seen it again today, Ye Ning would have forgotten the existence of this painting.

"Idiot, this painting was transformed by Master Yinlong, the most saint of painting, and was bought by President Han at a high price of 100 million. You dare to insult Master Yinlong with shameless words." A young man sneered.

"Bang."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Ning slapped him.

The young man covered his face and retreated. He opened his mouth and spitted out a mouthful of bloody saliva, with two teeth inside.

The young man pointed at Ye Ning and shouted angrily: "You dare to hit someone with a special code?"

"Bang."

This time it was the other half of the young man's face, and his face swollen into a pig's head.

Everyone was shocked. Lin Xue, a man, was a little too arrogant.

"Be kind to talk to me, I don't like others to swear to me." Ye Ning said coldly.

Only then did everyone know the reason why the young man was beaten, because he scolded Ye Ning.

The young man knew that he was in a wrong position, and although he was angry, he did not dare to argue anything.

"Enough, even if you are the son-in-law of the Lin family, if you make trouble here, please go out." Han Ziyan said coldly, and she was extremely disgusted with Ye Ning.

In her heart, Ye Ning has become a vulgar and violent man.

"And, do you say that Master Yinlong's painting is not good, is there any evidence? If you can't tell it, please go out. People who insult Master Yinlong are not welcome here." Han Ziyan continued.

"Serve paper and pen." Ye Ning said lightly.

"What are you going to do?" Lin Xue asked in a low voice.

"Don't you don't know me?" Ye Ning glanced at her.

Lin Xue laughed dryly, this guy is quite revengeful.

"Give it to him." Han Ziyan said lightly, she wanted to know what Ye Ning wanted to do.

Could it be that he wanted to draw a painting to prove that what he said was the truth?

Everyone guessed this possibility, but they all found it a bit ridiculous.

Master Yinlong is recognized as the first master of painting today, comparable to the ancient masters.

A little guy in his twenties actually wanted to compare Master Yinlong with painting, which was extremely ridiculous.

He took all the tools for painting, and Ye Ning spread out the painting paper. He pondered for a moment, recalling the smell of the cranes in his mind. No, it should be recalling the scene of the group of cranes dancing.

But in the blink of an eye, Ye Ning started writing.

Everyone stared at him with wide eyes.

The mountains are undulating, and the cranes are dancing in different postures, either in the clouds, hiding their heads and revealing their tails, or playing and chasing in the air.

In a trance, a picture appeared in front of everyone.

Among the endless mountains, clouds are simmering, cranes are dancing, and the setting sun is like blood. The long sound of cranes sounds appearing in their ears, giving them a feeling of being in nature.

Everyone was intoxicated and experienced this rare feeling.

In Ye Ning's writing, they felt calm inside.

"Master Hidden Dragon."

Han Ziyan was extremely shocked inside.

She is an iron fan of Master Yinlong, and she guessed his identity from Ye Ning's paintings.

The two paintings are exactly the same, but now Ye Ning's paintings are more mature, giving people a natural feeling.

The always mysterious Master Yinlong has never seen him. Some people speculate that he may be an old man, and some people say that he is a middle-aged man.

But no one would have thought that he was just a young man in his twenties.

This painting appeared eleven years ago. According to the other party's age, the picture of the crane is not a graffiti work of a little baby.

"I'm giving this painting to you, it's much better than that picture of the crane." Ye Ning said with a smile.

In eleven years, his paintings have become more and more diligent. If the third master is here, he will definitely praise him.

Ye Ning's words woke Han Ziyan up.

She immediately said, "Thank you, Master, come and put away the painting. Can this gentleman, please speak with one step?"

"Wait a minute, this little brother, why not sell this painting to me, I will pay 100 million." An old man suddenly stood up and said loudly.

"Old Mr. Tan, you are too much. I think you won't be able to see it with your eyesight. Are you fooling the child by 100 million?" Han Ziyan said dissatisfied.

Tan Qingshan, chairman of Yangcheng Painting Association, is also a contemporary famous artist.

He could see it himself, and he could see it naturally.

"Big niece, your family already has a picture of a crane. Why not give this picture to me, I will pay 200 million yuan." Tan Qingshan said gritting his teeth.

"Old man, who are you? This painting was given to my fiancée. What are you joining?" Ye Ning said dissatisfiedly.

"Isn't it for me?" Han Ziyan was also stunned. She glanced at Lin Xue. Could it be that she was self-indulgent?

"It's for you. Lin Xue is my wife, and you are my fiancée." Ye Ning said seriously.

Everyone present was speechless. They had seen shameless people, but this was the first time they had seen someone as shameless as Ye Ning.

Han Ziyan was so amused and wanted to refute it.

At this time, Ye Ning took out a piece of paper and handed it over.

Han Ziyan took it in her hand, opened it and looked at it, and her whole body trembled.

This is a wedding book, which clearly contains her name, and the person who signed it is her father.

She would never admit her father's handwriting.

But, what's going on?

Why didn't she know that she had a fiancé?
Chapter completed!