Zhou Ling deeply remembered that his mother once had a pair of slender hands.

Fang saw his mother's hand, only to feel that it was getting rougher and rougher.

If it weren't for the fact that she had been doing those handmade things for so many years, and had frostbite from being reluctant to wash clothes with hot water in the winter, how could her hands have become like this?

Thinking of this, Zhou Ling cried even more sadly, only feeling that his heart was sour and swollen.

No matter how strict her father is and her mother loves to nag, their hearts for her sake will never change.

It's just that they are all people who are not good at expressing themselves, they are silent all their lives, and they will only express their love with clumsy actions.

Rong Zheng drove the car, paying attention to Zhou Ling's state out of the corner of his eye.

He didn't say anything to comfort her, nor did he bother her.

Just let her cry like this, crying out all the sourness in her heart.

Zhou Ling cried for a long time, put away these gross tickets with red eyes, and then carefully put them in his bag.

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his mood, Zhou Ling looked sideways at the scenery outside.

But Zhou Ling immediately found that this was not the way back to their home, and the unfamiliar scenery around Zhou Ling immediately asked Rong Zheng.

"Where is this?"

"I've heard that the scenery is nice here, and it's okay to rest here for a few days and go back. ”

He understood that Zhou Ling must be uncomfortable now, so he temporarily decided to bring her here to relax.

Zhou Ling was grateful to Rong Zheng for his intentions and gladly accepted his arrangement.

After getting off the bus, he found a hotel to stay in, and before dinner, Rong Zheng received a call from Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu is going to hold an art exhibition recently, and he needs some excellent paintings by emerging artists.

So he thought of Rong Zheng and hoped that Rong Zheng could paint a few paintings for himself.

Rong Zheng readily agreed, because of Mr. Yan's matter, he has always owed Mr. Liu a favor.

After getting Rong Zheng's affirmative answer, Mr. Liu was very happy, and immediately said that as long as Rong Zheng's painting was good, there was no problem with the remuneration.

Rong Zheng did not shirk because of this, and went to Zhou Ling's parents' house after this trip.

He clearly realized that he urgently needed money in order for Zhou Ling to live a stable life.

So he didn't prevaricate hypocritically, but accepted it generously.

After telling Zhou Ling about this, Rong Zheng went out to buy some painting things and prepared to start painting.

Coincidentally, this place is a good place for painting.

Zhou Ling didn't follow, and chose to hang out in the nearby studio.

She has a general understanding of Rong Zheng's painting level, and she is very happy about Rong Zheng's sudden extravagance.

However, she didn't understand the price of the painting, so she decided to go to the studio to see what the price was on the market.

lest Rong Zheng be cheated by someone at that time.

The furnishings of the studio are relatively simple, with paintings signed by the artist hanging on the white walls, and prices at the bottom.

Zhou Ling roughly divided A, B, C, and D from these paintings, and then roughly knew a price range.

Although she can't draw and doesn't judge them with a professional eye, it's okay to simply appreciate them.

Judging from these, Rong Zheng's paintings belong to the category with relatively high prices.

After getting this realization, Zhou Ling was in a good mood.

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a painting on the wall.

It was a landscape oil painting, and the scenery in it was very familiar, the place where Rong Zheng was on a business trip last time.

Zhou Ling was present when she painted this painting, and she watched Rong Zheng draw this painting.

But how did it end up here?

She hadn't heard Rong Zheng say that she was going to sell those paintings......

Looking at the signature, it was not Rong Zheng, it was Feng Aishan!

She knows what kind of incompatible situation Feng Aishan and Rong Zheng are in now.

Therefore, this painting could never have been given to Feng Aishan by Rong Zheng, and even Feng Aishan could not belong to his own name because of this.

Then there is only one explanation, and that is that Feng Aishan took advantage of their inattention to steal the painting.

Anyway, this kind of sketching painting is only used for hand practice, but I didn't expect Feng Aishan to be so shameless that he stole the painting and sold it in his own name!

Zhou Ling's face was extremely gloomy.

If Feng Aishan stood in front of her at this moment, she couldn't wait to smash the painting directly into his face.

And question him, is it shameless?

How old are you to steal the paintings of your own apprentices!

Zhou Ling felt worthless for Rong Zheng, and he couldn't tolerate such a thing as Li Daitao's stiffness.

The most important reason is that Feng Aishan stole Rong Zheng's paintings and sold them in a grand manner!

The anger in his heart swelled, Zhou Ling's mind was blank for a while, and he angrily took out a lipstick from his bag and smeared it hatefully in the signed position.

After a while, Feng Aishan's three words were painted by Zhou Ling with lipstick.

"What are you doing!"

There was a roar of anger in the inner room, apparently just coming out of it when he saw Zhou Ling erasing the signature of the painting.

The shopkeeper was shocked and angry, and immediately shouted.

Zhou Ling was taken aback, but his movements were fast. Before the owner could react, he ran away.

When the shopkeeper saw that the signature was erased by the lipstick, he was angry, and when he saw that the culprit had run away, he hurriedly chased him out.

Just chased it out and looked, the person had already run away.

The shopkeeper was suddenly distressed, a good painting was destroyed by someone else, how could he not be angry!

If this painting is sold, he can at least earn tens of thousands of yuan in handling fees from the middle!

Zhou Ling ran for a long time before she dared to stop, she leaned against a large tree trunk, gasping for air.

I almost got caught.

When Rong Zheng came back after buying the paint, he saw Zhou Ling, who was in a panic, out of breath.

He hurriedly went over and asked what was going on.

Zhou Ling saw that it was Rong Zheng, so he intermittently told Rong Zheng what had just happened.

Between the words, there was contempt for Feng Aishan and indignation for Rong Zheng.

But the more Rong Zheng listened, the more his face turned blue, and he grabbed Zhou Ling's arm suddenly, "You don't have a brain, if someone catches you, you'll be finished, you know!"

Hearing what she said, he was simply shocked!

is so impulsive and reckless, if she is caught, the amount of money involved in the case is enough for her to eat a pot.

This was the first time Rong Zheng had said such heavy words to Zhou Ling, and Zhou Ling reacted from Rong Zheng's roar.

Her arm was grabbed by him, and she was also aggrieved in an instant, and she was also angry, "I'm not for you!

"If you have a brain, you should think for yourself! Isn't there surveillance in the store? If someone calls the police and catches you, do you know that you might be caught?"

Rong Zheng's angry lips trembled, and he was afraid when he thought of this consequence.

"What do you mean, and you blame me in the end?"