This incident was not remembered by Liu Zhenying again until two days later.

So she had nothing to do recently, so she dialed according to the phone number on the letter.

After three busy sounds, someone picked up the other person's voice was slow and hoarse: "Who?"

"Hello, Mr. Guan, I'm Yu Fei."

Yu Fei, her alias.

It is also the source of the name of her by the master.

Yanyan is flying, and Jie is shaking it.

Mr. Guan, on the other end of the phone, immediately put the magnifying glass aside, and a rich joyful look covered his eyebrows: "Are you Yu Fei? You turned out to be a... little girl?"

He and Yu Fei have known each other for four or five years and have been in correspondence with each other. However, whether from the hard pen on the letter or the extensive knowledge of cultural relics, he infers that Yu Fei is an elderly cultural relics enthusiast, and may even live in the mountains to cultivate one's own character.

But I never thought...

Listening to the sound, she should be only in her twenties.

Liu Zhenying chuckled: "Don't worry, Mr. Guan, I probably don't have the money to be pretended to be."

Mr. Guan was immediately amused.

Because Mr. Guan still had work, the two made an appointment to meet in Shenghuayuan in the evening.

Even if the weather is hot in midsummer, it is cool in the air-conditioned room.

After Liu Zhenying hung up the phone, she had nothing to do, so she ran to the newly arranged studio to draw.

This was what she told Liu Xianqing.

The studio is built in a flower room, and the fragrance of flowers that blows in summer cannot conceal the rich pigment smell.

The canvas was lifted, and the blood-red pigment was spread on a large area of ​​the painting paper, giving the feeling of blood and blood that was coming to your face.

But Liu Zhenying ignored it and began to mix colors, preparing to start applying the second layer of background.

Until the sky approaches dusk, the afterglow sprinkles a faint golden color.

Liu Zhenyan walked out of the flower room and looked up and saw the lights in the living room, and the sounds of men and women talking were faintly heard.

"Since the Guo family thinks Qixia's status is low, then we will start the celebration banquet and recognize her as her adopted daughter, wouldn't it be better if we just consider her? "

Yan Zixu's tone was a bit natural: "And if you give me more dowry and shares, you will also think it will make Qixia look better."

"When Zhen Ying came back, you tried every means to block me from letting the banquet reveal her identity. Instead, let Mr. Qu take our lead, making the Liu family a laughing stock in Nancheng District now."

Liu Xian's tone sounded gentle, but there was a low pressure hovering: "Now, for Qixia, I recognize my adopted daughter, and I can't wait to invite everyone. What will happen to Nancheng District think of the Liu family?"

From this point of view, Liu Fengqing had no objection to the recognition of Liu Qixia as his adopted daughter, but he maintained a negative attitude towards the recognition of the marriage banquet.

"So what's wrong?"

In recent days, Yan Zixu has not liked to go out to parties, for fear that someone would mention the real and fake daughter.

Now, she was even more dissatisfied: "Qixia was cultivated by me by myself. She is not a daughter but is better than a daughter. What's more, she married the Guo family, dowry shares and other series are indispensable."

Liu Feng pursed his lips gently, his face depressed and irritable, but it was not very obvious against the usual gentle facial features.

He reached out and pressed his eyebrows: "It's fine to have a dowry, but it's impossible to give shares."

At Liu Qixia's 18-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, he had transferred 5% of the company's shares to her name.

It is impossible for him to give more.

"How can this work?"

Yan Zixu was feeling unhappy: "Qi Xia only has 5% of the shares, and she will suffer from such a small amount when she reaches the Guo family."

"Then you transfer the shares in your name to her."

As Liu Fengqing's wife, Yan Zixu also has five percent of her name.

Yan Zixu was not happy if Liu Xianqing said this.

She put the teacup in her hand heavily on the coffee table: "I will keep the shares on my hand at that time, how can I transfer them easily?"

"Then don't mention the dowry shares."

"Can……"

Before Yan Zixu could finish her words, Liu Xun's eyes were cast in a calm light. She opened her lips, but in the end she didn't say anything.
Chapter completed!