"Yesterday, didn't you ask me if I thought Miss Lin was familiar? I was still thinking about it at the time, but I just didn't remember it."

"Do you remember now?" Compared to Su Mo's happiness, he still spoke in a slow tone.

"Well, now that I think about it, she looks very similar... very much like the woman in the painting that the old man carries with him!!"

"Although the woman in the painting is wearing a cheongsam, and the background era of the painting seems to be somewhat different, but... that face really looks like it!!"

Su Mo Qingjun's face turned slightly red with happiness and he said with certainty.

"No wonder I think Miss Lin is very attractive. No wonder the young master keeps her here..." He pursed his lips and laughed out loud at his discovery.

"You remember it clearly." Qin Yichen then raised his eyes from the document with a slight smile.

"Master, do you think Miss Lin is the woman in the old man's painting, or is she still his..." Su Mo guessed.

"Or, who is this Miss Lin to the old man?"

"Okay, that's all you need to know."

"Remember, don't tell her about this." Su Mo's speculation was interrupted, Qin Yichen didn't want to talk about it anymore.

In fact, he didn't know what the relationship was between them. Now that the old man was unconscious, he had to wait until the old man woke up to talk about anything.

"Let's go to the company."

"Yes." Su Mo pursed her lips and smiled, starting the car.

Qin Yichen closed the document and leaned on the back seat with his forehead on his hands, and the old man's painting appeared in his mind.

It was an old painting, but it was well protected. The old man took it with him wherever he went. Even though he was comatose in a private hospital in the United States, the painting still hung on the wall of the ward.

Although he didn't know who the woman in the painting was, he was sure it wasn't Lin Wanhan.

It's not because of the elegant cheongsam of the old days, nor the background of the era with the red door and red tiles.

But the femininity and eyes in the painting are not as clear and calm as Wan Han's, but have a kind of beauty that makes people feel full of pity.

Just like jasmine, pure white, poignant and charming.

The pair of eyes looking at the person outside the painting with sadness and worry should be said to be looking at the person who painted the painting.

Underneath the deep sorrow, there is deep love that cannot be concealed.

Although he grew up looking at this painting, Qin Yichen never asked the old man who the woman in this painting was.

But from what he saw from the gentle look on the woman in the painting, Qin Yichen guessed that this was the most important woman in the old man's heart.

But Qin Yichen didn't know if the woman in the painting was related to Wan Han, let alone whether Wan Han was a relative of the old man...

It was because of this uncertainty that he could not touch Lin Wanhan easily, fearing that he would be in constant trouble in the future.

But now there is no way to prove it. The old man is still unconscious, so he can only keep her by his side for the time being.

As soon as his thoughts changed, Wan Han's calm and calm expression came to mind again.

Qin Yichen curved his lips and smiled coquettishly. If he wasn't afraid of trouble, he really wouldn't mind letting her become his woman.

Thinking about it, her taste shouldn't be bad...

——Separating line——

The room finally returned to silence, but the man's playful teasing and low laughter seemed to still linger in the air.

Wan Han looked at the sofa pillow she had thrown away just now and couldn't help feeling regretful.
Chapter completed!