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

I originally thought that this arrogant guy could say something shocking, but I didn't expect it to be more disgusting than other men.

"Pay attention to your image, the haha ​​is about to leak out." Lin Xue warned.

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

Many people had already recognized Lin Xue's identity, and they suddenly looked surprised.

"Honey, why do you say you don't know me?" Ye Ning asked doubtfully.

Everyone was in an uproar immediately, this man was actually Lin Xue's husband.

When did the little princess of the Lin family get married? No one present knew.

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

Fortunately, at this time, Ye Ning's attention was focused on Han Ziyan.

"Are you Han Ziyan?"

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

"I'm not wrong." Ye Ning looked innocent.

He knew that the author of this painting was none other than himself.

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

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

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

So this painting was painted by him.

Since then, the group of cranes have suffered.

It wasn't until he was nine years old that the group of cranes were eaten up, and this picture of cranes was thrown aside by him.

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

"Idiot, this painting was painted by the master of painting, Master Yinlong. It was bought by Mr. Han for a high price of 100 million. How dare you shamelessly insult Master Yinlong's work." A young man sneered.

"Snapped."

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

The young man covered his face and backed away. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, with two teeth still in it.

The young man pointed at Ye Ning and shouted angrily: "How dare you hit someone?"

"Snapped."

This time it was the other half of the young man's face, which swelled up into a pig's head.

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

"Be polite when you talk to me. I don't like people talking dirty words to me." Ye Ning said coldly.

Only then did everyone realize that the reason why the young man was beaten was actually because he scolded Ye Ning.

The young man knew that he was in the wrong. Although he was not angry, he did not dare to argue.

"That's enough. Even if you are the son-in-law of the Lin family, if you cause trouble here, I will ask you to get out." Han Ziyan said coldly, feeling extremely disgusted with Ye Ning in her heart.

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

"Moreover, you said that Master Yinlong's paintings are not good. Do you have any evidence? If you can't tell, please get out. People who insult Master Yinlong are not welcome here." Han Ziyan continued.

"Paper and pen service." Ye Ning said calmly.

"What are you going to do?" Lin Xue asked softly.

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

Lin Xue laughed dryly, this guy is quite vindictive.

"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 picture to prove that what he said was true?

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

Master Yinlong is recognized as the number one master of painting today, comparable to the great masters of ancient times.

A little guy in his twenties actually wants to compare Master Yinlong with his paintings. It is simply ridiculous.

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

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

Everyone stared with wide eyes at his writing.

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

In a daze, a picture appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Among the endless mountains, the clouds were steaming and the clouds were shining, the cranes were dancing, and the setting sun was like blood. The long cry of the cranes seemed to be heard in their ears, giving them the feeling of being in nature.

Everyone was intoxicated, experiencing this rare feeling.

Under Ye Ning's writing, their hearts seemed to calm down.

"Master Hidden Dragon."

Han Ziyan was extremely shocked.

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

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

The mysterious Master Yinlong has never been seen before. Some people speculate that he may be an old man, while others say he is a middle-aged man.

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

This painting appeared eleven years ago. Judging from the other person's age, the painting of cranes was not just the graffiti of a little kid.

"I gave this painting to you. It's much better than that painting of a crane." Ye Ning said with a smile.

Over the past eleven years, his painting skills have become more and more refined. If the third master were here, he would definitely praise him.

Ye Ning's words woke Han Ziyan up.

She immediately said: "Thank you, master. Come and put the painting away. Sir, can you take a step to speak?"

"Wait a minute, little brother, why don't you sell this painting to me? I'll pay you 100 million." An old man suddenly stood up and said loudly.

"Mr. Tan, you have gone too far. I don't think you can't see it with your eyesight. How about deceiving a child with 100 million yuan?" Han Ziyan said dissatisfied.

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

If you can see it yourself, he can naturally see it too.

"Eldest niece, your family already has a painting of a crane. Why don't you give this painting to me and I'll pay you 200 million." Tan Qingshan said through gritted teeth.

"Old man, who are you? This painting is for my fiancée, why are you involved?" Ye Ning said dissatisfied.

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

"It's just 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 before, but this was the first time they had seen someone as shameless as Ye Ning.

Han Ziyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was about to refute.

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 trembled all over.

This is a marriage certificate, her name is clearly in it, and the person signing it is her father.

She would never mistake her father's handwriting.

But, what is going on?
Chapter completed!