Xie Jingyao unhurriedly took out a few copies from his coat pocket and opened only one for Mrs. Aisha, "Mr. Boone's words, I plan to open an exhibition for this painter who has a deep knowledge of oil painting, and show all his words." ”

…… Boone's painting!

As the copy unfolded, Mrs. Aisha's pupils tightened for a moment,...... This is Boone's painting, and only Boone can paint such a complex painting.

"In this painting, there is a woman who arranges flowers, Miss Dinah, Dai. Kativin, which is now the Kativen family. Xie Jingyao didn't look at Mrs. Aisha's deteriorating face, smiled lightly, and said very gracefully, "It is said that Miss Dinah's brother loves his only sister very much, but unfortunately, Miss Dinah died young. ”

"I don't know how Miss Dinah's brother knew about Lady Aisha, for the sake of his sister, he is still helping Lady Aisha. Last month, the newspapers were still in the newspapers, and the aristocratic banquet that Madame attended was only possible because of Miss Dinah's brother. ”

Come prepared...... they come prepared!

Mrs. Aisha closed her eyes very lightly, looked at Xie Jingyao, and said with a sneer: "You are indeed prepared. ”

"Of course, that's why I said Madame, or something. Still, we didn't ask Madame for anything, we just wanted to find out. ”

Next, Mrs. Aisha had no power to parry, because as soon as she tried to hide something, the bullets were already flying.

Vivi was so painful that she begged herself, stop hiding it, her little foot was shot, and the blood wet her pants, even the inside of her shoes were bloody.

At this time, it was impossible for Mrs. Aisha to hide anything, and they did not turn their guns on themselves, because they all knew it, but they just saw whether she was honest or not, and then mentally destroyed themselves.

"Erin, the grandson of the Qi family of Zhehai, the daughter of Qi Hai. That is, your mother Qi Lin, a very beautiful woman. And I was able to come to the UK because of Miss Qi Lin. ”

"I'm here as a maid to accompany ......"

This belongs to Gu Chen's mother...... Ms. Qi Lin's story.

Qi Gong, a Chinese painter, Qi Hai, a scientific researcher, finally died in the research room due to fatigue.

Qi Hai's wife, from a famous scholarly family, also lingered on the sickbed after her husband passed away, and finally died of depression, leaving the orphan daughter Qi Lin.

The white-haired man of Qi Gong sent the black-haired man, and he died of illness less than a year after the blow.

In other words, Gu Chen's grandfather also had a prominent family, but he was thin, and the Duke of Qi had no descendants, and only Gu Chen was left.

"Your grandfather was good at ink painting, and every piece of his work in his later years was a national treasure, attracting celebrities at home and abroad to compete for collection." The smile on Mrs. Aisha's face softened a lot when she mentioned the Duke of Qi, it was this old man who took her in, if it weren't for this old man, she might have died in the Chinese side of the land that was still barren for eighty years.

"As for who your father was, I didn't know at the time, Miss Qi Lin called him Mr. Gu."

"In the end, it was Mr. Yu who told you Mr. Gu's identity, right?" Xie Jingyao interrupted him coldly, "Back then, the cultural relics appraiser who went abroad with Mr. Gu was Mr. Yu. ”

"Ms. Qi Lin knows Mr. Gu's identity, and she won't say it. Mr. Yu told his lover who was in love at the time, Mrs. Aisha, that you were you. ”

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