Awakened from the nightmare, Lin Shenghuan's forehead was already covered with a dense layer of sweat, her lips were dry, and her eyes were smeared with panic.

How could she have such a dream.

Outside the window, the powerful sound of the wind rustled with the cooperation of the trees, and later, huge raindrops hit the glass window, making a "popping" sound.

Lin Shenghuan looked out the window, and his right eye suddenly jumped very hard.

She covered her left chest, her eyes covered with mist, hidden under her curved eyelashes. Why is my heart beating so fast, is there something going on?

Her right eye was beating harder, but all that was in her mind was the life-saving painting that Xie Mishuang had taken with her when she left.

I don't know, my cousin delivered it.

Lin Shenghuan looked at the time on his phone, it was already late at night. She wanted to call Shen Qinyuan's phone, but the phone was held up for a long time and then put it down.

It's not a good idea to disturb people's dreams at this time. It's better to wait a little longer and make a phone call tomorrow morning to ask.

Lin Shenghuan put down his mobile phone, but he was always unsteady in his heart, so he spent the night in a blur. Before dawn the next day, Lin Shenghuan had already opened his eyes, with two black circles under his eyes, waiting for the dawn to come.

At ten o'clock, Lin Shenghuan calculated that it was Shen Qinyuan on the way to the company, picked up his mobile phone and dialed her.

As soon as the mobile phone was raised to the side of his face, Xie Mishuang stood in front of the hospital bed. She looked sluggish, like someone after a night of partying.

Xie Mishuang's arrival made Lin Shenghuan temporarily discourage calling Shen Qinyuan to ask.

As if she had caught a savior, she stared keenly at Xie Mishuang.

"What did Aunt Lu say when the painting was sent? I called you a few times yesterday, why didn't you answer any of them?"

Lin Shenghuan held his forehead with a faint pain, although he asked, his eyes were observing any of Xie Mishuang's movements.

Xie Mishuang's eyes and unnatural evasion looked at her cousin, in her opinion, as long as she looked at Lin Shenghuan, she would definitely be noticed by her cousin about the bar jumping yesterday.

It would be bad if she knew where the painting went.

She nodded again and again, although there was a smile on her face, but her words were inconsistent.

"It's done, it's done, cousin, you can put a hundred hearts. ”

After speaking, his finger rested on Lin Shenghuan's bed rail.

Lin Shenghuan's smart starry eyes looked around Xie Mishuang's body, and his face immediately turned pale. I didn't even change my clothes yesterday, which means that I didn't go home at all yesterday, so did I send that painting or not?

As soon as she wanted to ask, Shen Qinyuan called over.

It turned out that Lin Shenghuan had already dialed when she dialed just now, and even if she hung up the phone, Shen Qinyuan's side would show that she had missed the call, so Shen Qinyuan would call in person.

She answered the phone, but Xie Mishuang secretly ran away when she answered the phone. This made Lin Shenghuan both annoyed and disappointed.

Mishuang, there must be something to hide from yourself.

Sure enough, Shen Qinyuan called her, and the first sentence was: Huanhuan, did you send the painting?

Lin Shenghuan's heart fell to the bottom in an instant, if she gave me the painting to Shen Qinyuan according to what Xie Mishuang said, then the two of them would continue to negotiate the contract at this moment.

But Shen Qinyuan didn't seem to know about it.

Lin Shenghuan didn't dare to say her guess, after all, she was her cousin, if Shen Qinyuan knew about this matter, she and Xie Mishuang would not have a good life.

She bit her lip and nodded.

"It's been sent away. ”

On the phone, Shen Qinyuan's voice was hesitant, but she didn't talk for long before she hung up the phone.

The Lu family is at the last moment, and she can't do many things now, so she doesn't have the time and energy to take care of it.

But Lin Shenghuan always had doubts about Xie Mishuang's gift of paintings, and after the last bottle of drip, she gave up the time to continue her cultivation and quickly entered the work.

She turned on her computer and went to the work page. But at this moment, a push news from a second-hand market attracted Lin Shenghuan's attention.

Her eyes have been on the antique market in the second-hand market, and the original new collection of calligraphy and paintings, there are the same pictures as the one given to the boss of Yijia, and even the stamps below are exactly the same.

Lin Shenghuan's brows were twisted together, and when he clicked in to take a look, he was even more sure of how real the studio on the picture was.

It's really a painting that I have worked so hard to get back.

She clicked into the antique market on a second-hand website and found that the painting was hanging on it, with a price of 100,000 yuan on it.

It turned out that Xie Mishuang had been lazy since he came to Mincheng, but the consumption level was extremely high, and he gradually couldn't make ends meet, so he thought of online lending.

Unexpectedly, a month has passed, and not a penny has come in her hand. And the online debt collectors are getting tighter and tighter.

That's why she came up with a new plan, the purpose of which was to get herself out of debt.

Lin Shenghuan sneered, he couldn't imagine that Master Cui's works worth millions of dollars were only worth 100,000 yuan in front of people who didn't know how to appreciate them.

But no matter what, she must get this painting, or she will see the Lu Group transform itself and lose the market.

She scrolled down several messages in a row, and just as she was about to give up, the mobile phone number of the person in charge of the trading platform popped up on the last page.

Her face finally had a hint of blood, and she hurriedly took her mobile phone and called the seller.

It was an ordinary male voice who answered.

Lin Shenghuan roughly told the seller about the situation and agreed to make a deal at a price of 100,000 yuan.

Hanging up the phone, Lin Shenghuan hesitated for a while before calling Ji Baoer.

All her money was used to treat her father's illness, and she couldn't get 100,000 yuan out of her hand. But the painting must be redeemed as soon as possible, otherwise Shen Qinyuan will know that the painting has not been sent, and the waiting for them does not know what the ending will be.

Ji Baoer quickly answered the phone.

"Huanhuan, you dead girl haven't called me for a long time, I miss you to death. ”

In the past few days, the news has reported Leng Jinhan's engagement with Su Man, the heir of a famous real estate development company, and Ji Baoer has certainly seen it.

In order not to let Lin Shenghuan think about this, Ji Baoer's speaking volume increased by more than a dozen degrees.

On the other end of the phone, Lin Shenghuan's voice was hesitant.

"Bao'er, how much money do you have now, I want to borrow 100,000 yuan from you. ”

100,000 yuan, in the working class, also came, saying that it was equivalent to half a year's salary. Ji Baoer exclaimed on the phone: "100,000 yuan, Huanhuan, are you killing people and setting fires?"

No, the compensation for murder and arson should be higher, so because of what?