Before Mu Qiong could finish thinking, the door of the studio suddenly opened, and Ling Anxun opened the door of the studio.

"Hey, Mom, Zhaolan, why are you all here?" Ling Anxun didn't expect this battle outside the door, she wanted to go to the garden to feel the sun.

"It's been ten days, Miss, you just came out. How's it going, do you feel anything uncomfortable? Look at your shoulders, they're a little stiff. As she spoke, Hu Zhaolan took out her family's ancestral massage technique and pressed it on Ling Anxun's shoulder.

"Ah, uh, Zhaolan, your massage skills are really the same as they were back then." Hu Zhaolan's hand was so strong that Ling Anxun couldn't help but cry out in pain, but his expression was still well managed, and he didn't show his ugliness with bared teeth. Mu Qiong, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but say something to help, "An Xun, can you let us see your new work?" ”

"Wow." When Ling Anxun heard this, he immediately flashed out of Hu Zhaolan's "tiger palm" and invited his mother and friends into the studio. I saw that the easel in the middle of the studio was the painting "The Prince in the Garden".

It is a portrait of a green garden in the background, holding a bright red rose in the arms of the prince, whose appearance is vividly depicted in the painting. The prince's face was angular, his dark eyes were full of cold light, extremely sharp, and his high nose and thin lips showed an inviolable arrogance. This kind of temperament Mu Qiong is very familiar, her husband and son are this type, but in terms of overall appearance, they are more refined than those two. The prince's expression was calm, but he could feel that he cared deeply about the rose, and his hands were slightly tight, as if he was holding the strength of the flower. The roses are so delicate that they want to kiss each other, but they will dispel this idea because of the prince's eyes. Indifferent princes and delicate roses? It's kind of interesting. Mu Qiong was admiring the paintings and interpreting them, I am afraid that what happened to her daughter this time was related to the third son of the Wei family who was tied up together?

Except for Han Yuyan and Ling Anxun himself, no one in the Ling family knew what had happened between Wei Yuheng and Ling Anxun, and after hearing what happened to Ling Anxun this time, everyone would focus on the kidnapper and the stalker, and few paid attention to the third son of the Wei family. Moreover, Ling Anxun's relationship has been blank since she was a child, and she has never shown any willingness to make friends. And her family knows that she has read countless people, and love at first sight is really not suitable for her. But at this time, Ling Anxun's painting inspired Mu Qiong's association, and she looked at the painting while observing her daughter, trying to find clues.

Hu Zhaolan didn't think about it so much, she heard the story of Ling Anxun's dream since she was a child. According to Mu Haoyu's analysis in their NU group group, it may be because the side effects of the drug stimulated the subconscious of Ling Anxun's brain, allowing it to completely construct the image of the person in the dream. Therefore, Hu Zhaolan said directly, "This is what you imagine the person in your dream looks like, why do you feel so much like Uncle and Brother Ting Zhen?" ”

"It's a little bit, maybe I subconsciously worship my father and brother, so my brain uses them as a template." Ling Anxun pursed her lips and looked at her mother a little embarrassed.

"It's really God, and he can construct people in his dreams who have never been seen in reality." Hu Zhaolan sighed, she didn't know that this person actually existed, but it was only presented on paper after being tampered with by Ling Anxun.

"I don't think so." Mu Qiong suddenly spoke, "Dreams are often a reflection of reality, maybe someone An Xun saw inadvertently, and maybe it was remembered by her subconscious. ”

Ling Anxun was shocked, her mother was really as sharp as ever, would she have been seen by her mother.

"And how do you find this person?" Hu Zhaolan looked at the painting and frowned.

"Why are you looking for this person?" Ling Anxun looked at Hu Zhaolan.

"Isn't this the girl of your dreams?" Hu Zhaolan said and patted Ling Anxun's back, "Don't be shy, you are past the legal age of marriage, and you are free to pursue the object you like." By the way, scanned this painting and let 'Guantian' find it, okay? ”

"Please, that's not how 'Guantian' is used, and even if you find someone with similar looks, who knows what the character will be?" Ling Anxun shook his head. In fact, Ling Anxun is not worried at all that others will look for people according to the painting, because except for her eyes and temperament, her painting is not at all like Wei Yuheng, I am afraid that except for Wei Yuheng himself or someone who is very familiar with Wei Yuheng, it is difficult for others to notice the trick. This is the brilliance of Ling Anxun's painting.

"I also advise you not to go to Ting Zhen for the permission to 'watch the sky' because of this kind of thing, because he is a well-known 'sister control', and he definitely has you good-looking." Mu Qiong couldn't help but laugh among the two children, although she was an elder, she kept up with the pace of young people and was exposed to all kinds of new things, so she could maintain a high desire to create.

"Haha, Zhizi Mo Ruomu, Zhaolan, you can dispel this idea." Ling Anxun said with a smile.

Hu Zhaolan glanced at her lips and said, "Then you will draw this person and it will be over?" ”

"Yes, Anzun, how do you want to place this painting? Whether it is framed and hung in the studio, or moved to our gallery, such a painstaking masterpiece is really dusty only in these places. Look at the lines, the colors, they are all excellent, and the pigments are still fragrant......"

Ling Anxun's heart jumped, she should have been very happy to get the praise of her mother, a national treasure-level painter, but her mother's words obviously meant that she had detected the secret in the painting. Fortunately, Ling Anxun, who has been trained since he was a child, is not shocked, but his mind is still calm.

I saw the corners of Ling Anxun's mouth naturally curled upward, staring at this work, and said, "I have long thought about it, in half a month it will be the 'Thanksgiving World' charity auction, and I want to donate this painting to the auction with the Ling family's gifts." This is Ling Anxun's strategy to kill two birds with one stone, on the one hand, it can avoid unnecessary associations with the painting by the people around her, especially her mother, who has a vicious eye and a delicate mind. Moreover, such a treatment is not only reasonable, but also interrupts the mother's further investigation. Otherwise, let my mother observe for a moment or three, and I am afraid that she will soon be able to discover her hands and feet in the painting. On the other hand, and more importantly, Ling Anxun wanted to lure Wei Yuheng into her game by auctioning the painting at the "Thanksgiving World" charity auction.

Although Ling Anxun will not be able to have any contact with Wei Yuheng in the next year, let alone let Wei Yuheng recover her memory, she will not give up and waste the good time of this year. In order to do something to evoke Wei Yuheng's memory, Ling Anxun quietly slipped out of the room alone after seeing Han Yuyan away on the night of the first night of the Lunar New Year. The so-called bell must be tied to the bell person, since Wei Yuheng lost his memory by Mu Haoyu's medicine, then it is up to Mu Haoyu to recover his memory.

With Ling Anxun's understanding of Mu Haoyu, she quickly found Mu Haoyu in her laboratory in the Ling family's ancestral mansion who was making an upgrade program for MU. After listening to Ling Anxun's intentions, Mu Haoyu found a small bottle from the bottom of his box - it was the pheromone balm that Mu Haoyu made for each member out of interest in the early days of the NU group.

According to Mu Haoyu's scientific analysis, that night, under the effect of the drug inhaled by the kidnappers, Ling Anxun and Wei Yuheng must have secreted a large amount of pheromones in their bodies, and the two of them were once locked up in one place, and each other's bodies should be able to remember this special taste. Therefore, as long as he smells this smell again, it is possible to stimulate Mu Haoyu's physical potential and have a chance to recover the memory of that night. Although this probability is not high, Ling Anxun is willing to try, after all, this is the only feasible way for her at the moment.

The first thing Ling Anxun did when he entered the studio was to fuse this thing with the paint in a certain proportion, so that once Wei Yuheng had the opportunity to see the painting, he could see the similarity with himself in temperament, and then stimulate his body with the smell of smell.

At this moment, Mu Qiong had not yet understood this, and her daughter's words made her can't help but show her approving eyes, and Hu Zhaolan clapped her hands next to her and said, "Making the lot with your own hands is enough to show that the Ling family's charity is full of sincerity." But you don't have a signature here. ”

"If you do charity, you won't sign it this time, and it will attract people's attention." Anyway, Ling Anxun has already put the mark that should be put into this painting, so what does it matter if the other party knows who painted it or not? As she spoke, she looked at her mother, carefully observing the changes in her expression, and wondered if her handling had really dispelled the suspicion in her mother's heart.

I saw Mu Qiong ponder for a moment and said, "Then I will also donate a piece of work to send it with your painting." "Ling Anxun's performance is too natural and reasonable, but it makes Mu Qiong feel that her daughter has a plan, since you don't sign it, I will send a work to put together with yours to help you complete this brick throwing, and I can watch the changes in the dark. Mu Qiong changed her previous worries about her daughter, and now she wants to see what kind of medicine is sold in her gourd.

If I had placed this painting next to my mother's work, it would have been eclipsed. Ling Anxun's scalp was tight, and his mother was really not so easy to fool.

"It doesn't matter, I happen to have a new work there, which can be contrasted with this painting, and it will only add color, not lose color." Mu Qiong said.

Between the conversations, the mother and daughter have completed the heart-to-heart trial confrontation. Of course, it ended with Ling Anxun's defeat, which not only did not dispel her mother's thoughts, but increased her curiosity. But it seems that the mother doesn't want to say anything now, so she just doesn't care, anyway, when the charity began, the mother should have already traveled the world with her father, and even if they noticed something at that time, they couldn't interfere too much.

And Hu Zhaolan, who didn't notice the confrontation between the two, was still sighing alone, "Ah, such a beautiful painting is about to be auctioned, but it's good to do good deeds, I hope that the person who auctioned this painting will be a good owner." ”