Yang Yuping's bedroom was on the second floor of the villa. Zhou Xiaoze followed her upstairs and came to the bedroom. She reached out and opened the bedroom door.
Zhou Xiaoze walked into Yang Yuping's bedroom, and a faint, soul-stirring fragrance hit his nostrils. Generally, women like to put some flowers or sprinkle some perfume in their bedrooms, which all smell good.
"Your bedroom smells so good!" Zhou Xiaoze exclaimed, shrugging his nose.
Yang Yuping said with a smile: "If you like to smell it, just smell it for a while, or at night, you can sleep here with me!"
After Zhou Xiaoze heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that this beautiful lady Yang fell in love with me at first sight? She fell in love with me right after we met?
"Why do you want me to sleep with you?" Zhou Xiaoze joked.
Yang Yuping smiled and said: "You said that my illness can only be cured in the middle of the night. You can't stay up all night here, can you?"
"Yeah, how could I forget this!" In fact, how could Zhou Xiaoze forget?
However, to be honest, it is quite interesting to be with a beautiful woman, make a few jokes and have fun.
While talking, Zhou Xiaoze's eyes fell on a painting opposite Yang Yuping's bed. It was a picture of a lady painted by Tang Bohu.
In the picture, a woman with flowers in a high bun is standing in a jade, holding a fan in her right hand and holding flowers in her left hand. She has a plump body and a calm demeanor. Her head is exquisitely outlined and the color is well-proportioned. She is the image of a young woman from a wealthy family.
However, Zhou Xiaoze could tell at a glance that it was a high imitation painting. Although the composition and charm were very realistic, it was not Tang Bohu's original painting at all.
When Zhou Xiaoze looked carefully, there was an evil atmosphere in the painting.
"Sister Yuping, where did you get this painting?" Zhou Xiaoze asked, pointing to the counterfeit painting of Tang Bohu.
Yang Yuping said: "I bought this from an antique street stall. I saw it was a painting by Tang Bohu and liked it very much, so I bought it from the stall owner."
Zhou Xiaoze said with a smile: "Yuping, you have been fooled. In fact, this is not Tang Bohu's original painting, but an old painting imitated by later generations."
"Ah, is this painting a counterfeit? I got rid of you for more than one million in vain!" Yang Yuping said regretfully, stomping her feet.
Zhou Xiaoze said with a smile: "If it is really the authentic work of Tang Bohu, let alone more than one million, even if you spend more than ten million, you may not be able to get it."
"However, this painting is a very realistic replica and is worth the price."
"The problem is, in addition to making this painting look old, it has also been poisoned with blood!"
"What is blood evil?" Yang Yuping asked with a look of astonishment.
"Sister Yuping, the person who copied this painting must be a man who has been unsuccessful in his life. In addition, he looks ugly and has never been liked by women in his life."
After pondering for a while, Zhou Xiaoze said, "This painting looks like a beautiful lady. In fact, in the painting of a lady, the painter has included his whole body in the painting, but others cannot see it at all."
"After this painting was copied, the painter used his own blood to make a kind of evil spirit and painted it on the lips of the lady."
At this point, Zhou Xiaoze frowned: "If I'm not wrong, the person who painted the painting is no longer alive. He passed this painting on to future generations and entrusted them with a dream to sell the painting.
Go out and don’t sell to men, only to beautiful women!”
Yang Yuping nodded and said: "Oze, you are so amazing. When I was in the antique street, there were many men surrounding this painting, thinking it was an authentic work of Tang Bohu. They wanted to buy it, but the stall owner refused to buy it.
But he just gave it to me. Why did he do this?"
Zhou Xiaoze said with a smile: "It's very simple. This painting has been poisoned with blood, and the spirit of the painter is also sealed in it."
"After you bought this painting, you hung it in your bedroom. In addition, your husband was away from home and could not get caressed by men all year round. When you went to bed every night, you thought about doing that kind of thing with a man, which just awakened the painter's desire.
Spirit, every midnight, he is in your dreams, crawling on your body..."
After listening to Zhou Xiaoze's account, Yang Yuping's pretty face turned red with embarrassment.
She never imagined that what he said was so accurate, as if she saw it on the spot.
From this, Zhou Xiaoze also understood why Yang Yuping refused to reveal the specific condition of Huang Manli.
This kind of shameful thing would be embarrassing for any woman to say.
"Ozawa, you are so right. Because of this, I also suspected that there was something wrong with the painting. However, every time I threw the painting into the trash can, it appeared in me again soon after.
In the bedroom.”
Yang Yuping said with a sad face, "I want to light a fire and burn it, but it burns my clothes every time, but I can't burn the painting!"
Zhou Xiaoze no longer cares about women's sense of shame: "You have thought too much about men, causing evil spirits to take possession of you. This painting has entangled you. Of course you can't destroy it!"
Yang Yuping was shy and anxious: "Oze, what do you think we should do?"
"Sister Yuping, this matter is easy to handle. Why should I wait until midnight to treat your illness? The purpose is to wait until then when the evil ghost comes out of the painting to torment you, so that I can take the opportunity to deal with it."
Zhou Xiaoze smiled slightly and said, "Take care of this evil ghost, and I will drive out the evil spirit from your body, and you will be fine!"
"Oze, this is really a thank you for your hard work!" After hearing what Zhou Xiaoze said, Yang Yuping breathed a long sigh of relief and said gratefully.
Zhou Xiaoze said with a smile: "Since I am willing to treat you, you don't have to be polite to me."
Yang Yuping's beautiful eyes floated over: "Oze, you are such a good person. If any beautiful woman marries you, it will be a blessing from the past life!"
Zhou Xiaoze deliberately said jokingly: "Sister Yuping, since you said that, why didn't you marry me in the first place?"
"cut,"
Yang Yuping's beautiful eyes drifted over to Zhou Xiaoze and said, "I'm older than you, and besides, I don't know you."
"If I had known you were such a capable person, I would have definitely gone to find you and insisted on marrying you!"
The two of them were joking for a while, and when they saw that it was getting late, Yang Yuping smiled and said: "Oze, you have already eaten in the hotel at noon, so I won't go to the hotel to treat you. I will cook a few dishes at home for you.
How about trying sister's cooking skills?"
Zhou Xiaoze looked at her carefully and said with a smile: "Sister Yuping, I think you have thin skin and tender flesh, and a pair of slender fingers. You can also cook?"
Yang Yuping said with a smile: "Washing and cooking are originally the work of us women. Don't underestimate your sister. There is nothing that women do that I can't do!"
"Okay, I'll try Sister Yuping's cooking skills tonight!" Zhou Xiaoze said with a smile.
The two of them went downstairs. Yang Yuping made a cup of tea for Zhou Xiaoze, put it on the coffee table, and said with a smile: "I'll go cook while you drink tea here. If you feel bored, you can watch TV!"
"Okay, Sister Yuping, go and do your work!" Zhou Xiaoze said in response.
When Yang Yuping went to the kitchen, she suddenly kissed Zhou Xiaoze on the face unexpectedly: "Xiaoze, just treat yourself as my husband, don't be polite here, do whatever you want. Now.