Song Li whispered, "It's a little strange. I noticed that every time Ye Minglang praised the painting, her expression was very real and proud, but as soon as the name of her sister Qin Xian was mentioned, although she was smiling, her eyes were cold, and then she changed the topic back without a trace. ”

When I heard this, I was even more puzzled. Isn't she proud of her sister, according to Song Li, then Qin Yin is too contradictory.

The suburbs are far away, and it was afternoon when they came, and Qin Yin and Ye Minglang, two people who were obsessed with art, hit it off again, and discussed it in the studio for several hours, watching the sun set and it went dark.

Song Li and I looked at each other, but Bai Ming'an had been standing in the room coldly, and occasionally I turned my head and saw him standing in front of an oil painting of the sky with dark colors, with light eyebrows and handsome eyes, a fair face, and a cold expression.

I don't know if he understands or not.

I didn't look over, and found Song Li squeezing his eyes at me with a smile, and said, "Ning Ning, when are you going to forgive my senior brother?" ”

I snorted softly and didn't answer directly. I don't know if I forgive or not, and I haven't told Song Li that when Ye Minglang finishes his business, I will go back to Dragon City with him.

Qin Yin, who lowered her head and spoke, looked at this side, I looked straight at me calmly, she smiled gently at me, but her beautiful eyes were the same as Song Li's words, they were cold inside, without a trace of warmth.

I raised my eyebrows, walked up to Ye Minglang, who was still admiring the painting, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ye, it's dark." ”

Ye Minglang raised his head, as if he had just noticed that so much time had passed. He took out the pocket watch from his shirt, and with a soft sound, the pocket watch was opened, and after looking at the time, he was even more surprised: "It's more than seven o'clock." ”

He put the pocket watch in, glanced at me with disgust, and then smiled gently at Qin Yin: "Miss Qin, we had a great time chatting today, and I hope you will consider selling Ling Mei's works to me next time you come over." ”

Qin Yin pursed her lips and smiled, and was about to speak, when suddenly a white light flashed outside, illuminating her dark green long dress, and thunder sounded in the next second, followed by a torrential downpour.

Song Li approached the window, looked outside, and shook his head: "The rain is too heavy, it seems that it won't stop for a while." ”

His words made several people present stunned.

Qin Yin smiled: "I have a spare room at home, if you don't mind, you can stay tonight and wait for the rain to stop tomorrow before leaving." The suburbs are low, so there will be water accumulation when it rains so much, and it is not safe to drive in the dark. ”

Song Li looked at Bai Ming'an, I stared at Ye Minglang, Ye Minglang was very simple, and nodded: "Then disturb Miss Qin." ”

Qin Yin smiled, her gaze swept over Song Li, and finally stopped her gaze on Bai Ming'an for a short time, walked out with a light smile, and called the maid to take us to see the room.

A few of us were assigned to the guest room on the third floor, and Qin Yin also prepared dinner, but she didn't show up during the meal, and her mute maid gestured to explain that she was a little unwell and went to rest, so we were left to take care of ourselves.

The owner was not there, a few of us sat together with each other, and we were indeed much more comfortable, the sound of rain outside, Song Li was worried that Bai Ming'an's beetle would be flooded, and after eating quickly, the two went out together, ready to park the car in the garage of the villa.

There were only two people left on the dining table, Ye Minglang and I were the only two people at the table, Ye Minglang was holding a knife and fork, his gestures were elegant and extravagant, and his young and handsome face was shining under the European-style chandelier.

I listened to the movement with my ears, and after making sure that Bai Ming'an and they were far away, I hurriedly asked, "Hey, why are you here?" What did your sister say? ”

Don't blame me for being surprised, before I left, although Mingzhu and Ye Minglang released their suspicions, the relationship between the sister and brother was still in the stage of not pleasing each other, Ye Minglang, the young master's temper, Mingzhu could actually say that he would pick me up, there must be a story in it.

Ye Minglang swallowed a mouthful of Western food, put the knife neatly in his hand, wiped the corner of his mouth with a snow-white napkin, and then said slowly: "I take care of the company for my father, and she promised to shoot a promotional advertisement for us for free." ”

As soon as I heard it, I couldn't help but feel a warm heart, Mingzhu is well-known at home and abroad as a photographer, and she is not short of money, many companies are willing to let her shoot at a high price, and now for me, they are willing to shoot commercials for Ye Minglang for free.

She hates commercials the most!

I was moved, Ye Minglang glanced at me, his eyes were full of contempt: "It's not promising." ”

I glared at him, "You're jealous!" I'm jealous that your sister treats me better than you! ”

Ye Minglang's eyebrows furrowed, his handsome face was pulled, half loud, and he stared at me hatefully: "Old witch." ”

It's this sentence again! I was furious, and picked up the cutlery to defend my dignity, but I saw the mute maid standing at the top of the stairs, staring directly at the cutlery in my hand.

I chuckled dryly, "Hehehe, we're kidding." "Put the cutlery down and set it up immediately.

Ye Minglang sneered lightly: "Soft bones." ”

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, quickly finished my meal, went upstairs to my room, and threw myself on the soft bed.

Not long after lying down, Song Li came to knock on my door, I walked over to open the door, and found him and Bai Ming'an standing at the door, their faces a little cautious.

I couldn't help but be stunned: "What's wrong?" I asked, "The Beetle is flooded?" ”

Song Li shook his head: "No." The two men walked in, each found a place to sit in the room, and I closed the door and walked over.

"What the hell is going on?" Look at the way they look, as if something happened when they parked.

Song Li turned his head and nodded to Bai Ming'an: "Senior brother, take it out." ”

What is it? I looked at Bai Ming'an, and saw that his hand, which had been behind his back, stretched out, holding a paintbrush inside. I walked over and took a second look, the brown body of the brush, the front of the brush with variegated bristles, this is a used paintbrush.

"Isn't Qin Yin's sister a painter, what's wrong with her having a paintbrush at home?" I said, suddenly remembering something, "Wait, where did you find that?" ”

They just went to the garage, are they......

Song Li confirmed my suspicion: "Found in the corner of the garage." Ning Ning, there is a heavy ghost aura on this brush, exactly the same as on the clock. ”

I wasn't surprised: "You mean, the female ghost in red is the dead Qin Xian?" Qin Yin's sister? "If this is the case, then Qin Xian will commit suicide, there is a folk saying that as long as you commit suicide in red clothes, you can become a powerful ghost after death.

Could it be that Qin Xian has a grudge against his sister Qin Yin? So you stay near the villa after you die?

"In addition, Senior Brother has made some other discoveries." Song Li said.

Bai Ming'an stood there with a light tone: "When she shook hands with Qin Yin, she had obvious calluses on the fingers of her left hand, which was very strange. ”