"I'm so beautiful, so cute, so rich, and I have so many babies with me, do I need to decompress?"

Jiang Qian asked rhetorically.

Zhao Yun was silent.

Well, she's not worrying.

"Sister Yun, do you know who has the most artworks in Xingcheng?"

Zhao Yun glanced at Jiang Qian strangely, "Isn't it your own home?" ”

"Huh?"

Impossible, Zhao Yun has never been to the guild hall.

"Your grandfather's random painting is a work of art, what do you ask for?"

That bad old man!

Rubbing his chin with one hand, it seems that he really has to slap him well.

"Except for my grandfather, I don't want to paint, I want that," Jiang Qian gestured, "It's antiques, who has more antiques?" ”

"The rich people who live in Dongcheng District, who doesn't have some private collections?"

Dongcheng District ......

"Sister Yun, if I don't rely on my grandfather and don't go back to the old house, can I buy a house in Dongcheng District by myself?"

Zhao Yun looked Jiang Qian up and down, "I'm afraid I'll wait for the next life." ”

Jiang Qian was suddenly unhappy, is she so poor?

"The houses in Dongcheng District are all the territory of the upper class, will people lack this money? What's more, the houses there are expensive, and the cheapest ones have to be hundreds of millions, and they have to have some relationship to buy. As he spoke, his eyebrows raised, "But there is a way for you to quickly own your own property in Dongcheng District." ”

Jiang Qian's eyes lit up, "What way?" ”

"Let Mr. Bo fall in love with you, you can do as many sets as you want, but I guess this can't be achieved on you."

Jiang Qian gritted her teeth, she was not rare to achieve at all.

Originally, I wanted to move her guild hall to Dongcheng District, so many local tyrants, just pit it casually.

Forget it, those people who moved there may not be visible anyway.

"Sister Yun, send me back to the old house."

"Are you going to go back and continue to pester Mr. Bo?"

Jiang Qian rolled his eyes, "Am I that kind of person?" If you want to entangle, it has to be Bo Chengyuan who peets me, and I pester him? Hmph, idiots talk about dreams. ”

Zhao Yun silently instructed the driver to drive.

This girl seems to be really stressed, and her brain is not working.

Jiang Zhenhua was practicing calligraphy, and Aunt Zhou suddenly came over happily, "Master, the eldest lady is back." ”

A tense old face suddenly showed a look of joy, and after seeing Jiang Qian's figure, he snorted coldly and continued to write.

Seeing that Jiang Zhenhua was busy again, Jiang Qian's eyes instantly became shiny, and he rubbed his hands and walked over, "Grandpa, you are practicing calligraphy!" ”

Jiang Zhenhua ignored her.

"Grandpa, your brush is worth your paintings?"

Without waiting for Jiang Zhenhua to speak, Aunt Zhou had already answered, "Miss, the master's pen and ink are all works of art worthy of collection, look at the master's calligraphy, how well it is written." ”

It's worth collecting, it's a work of art, anyway, she doesn't know what calligraphy and painting to appreciate.

"Grandpa, I'm coming back to eat with you."

"Hmph, no, I made an appointment with Cheng Yuan."

Bo Chengyuan's bastard is coming over again?

Jiang Qian's face darkened, and he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Stop, did you make Cheng Yuan angry again, why did you leave when you heard his name?"

Jiang Zhenhua Senhan's voice came.

"What do you mean by me making him angry, it's he who provokes me."

"Jiang Qian, do you have stiff wings, or do you raise wild men outside?"

"I don't like ...... just yet"

The words 'Bo Chengyuan' have not yet been spoken, and Bo Chengyuan has already walked in.

Seeing Jiang Qian, his eyes crossed with surprise, "It turns out that Miss Jiang is also there." ”