As long as Yu Yuehan says it's a lie, then it doesn't matter what Nian Xiaomu says!
A small nurse, what kind of expert pretends to be, what kind of art does he know
The so-called painter's little habits must have been made up by herself.
It must be fake!
Wen Yadai thought about this, reached out and grabbed Yu Yuehan's arm, and looked at him expectantly.
She absolutely couldn't believe that with Nian Xiaomu's identity, she could understand things that even she couldn't understand!
Yu Yuehan had been standing behind Nian Xiaomu, his eyes were fixed on her little furry head, but after hearing her words, his eyes changed slightly.
Especially when he saw her confident and determined look when she mentioned the master's painting, his black eyes became deep.
The scorching gaze seemed to want to see through her...
After a long time, he opened his lips lightly, "I sent someone to send the painting."
A simple sentence made Wen Yadai's face turn pale!
If Yu Yuehan sent someone to send it himself, it couldn't be a fake painting...
Nian Xiaomu was right, a nurse with unknown background actually compared her to Yu Yuehan's face.
Wen Yadai's face turned blue for a while, and she didn't dare to speak at all.
Just as he was about to pretend he didn't understand anything and greet everyone for dinner, Chen Zixin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly pushed forward, looked at the oil painting for a while, and spoke suddenly.
"I haven't done much research on this thing, so I'm sure I can't see it. Manager Wen would be wrong too... Speaking of which, you're the one who is so good, Director Nian, that you can tell at a glance that this painting is genuine."
The sudden compliment made the atmosphere in the private room weird.
Wen Yadai couldn't even smile anymore.
Finally understand what it means to lift a rock and shoot yourself in the foot!
He could only laugh along with embarrassment, and looked at Yu Yuehan eagerly, hoping that he could find a way for him to step down.
But Yu Yuehan's gaze stayed on Nian Xiaomu's body, he didn't even look at her...
She stood there like a clown.
When the four of them sat down at the dining table again, the atmosphere had already changed because of a painting.
Wen Yadai had just lost face, so she was too embarrassed to speak up at all right now.
In Chen Zixin's eyes, only Nian Xiaomu was the only one, and he only asked her from the beginning to the end, "Director Nian, this store has a lot of delicious snacks, how many more can I recommend to you?"
Before Nian Xiaomu could answer, he opened his mouth to speak.
"Is the steamed shrimp dumpling good?"
"Do you like the secret chicken feet?"
"How about steamed scallops?"
"..."
That courteous look seemed to him that only Nian Xiaomu was a woman, and Wen Yadai didn't exist at all!
Wen Yadai gritted her teeth unwillingly, mustered up her courage, and looked at Yu Yuehan who was sitting opposite her.
"Young Master Han, I'm not very familiar with this store either, can you introduce some dim sum to me?"
"..."
Yu Yuehan was sitting in his seat, facing Wen Yadai, but his eyes were always looking at Nian Xiaomu, who was staring at the menu diagonally across from him.
She is different from the daughter of any wealthy family, she is her, real and pure.
I like it, I like it, and I never hide it.
But she is like a mystery, she doesn't know where she came from and what she has experienced.
And those tricks on her body, which seem strange but can always surprise people...
Even Wen Yadai couldn't tell if the oil paintings were real or fake, she could tell right away.
Master Olivero's little painting habits, although she said it lightly, but as far as he knows, no more than ten people know it. Where did she know it