If the heart fails to grow in the middle, the human heart is naturally biased.

So when Shen Fanyin and Zeng Wanwan talked about Jing Zeheng's bumpy blind date the next day, the words were full of distress for her brother.

Zeng Wanwan smiled with her eyebrows: "He's good anywhere, why don't you marry?"

Shen Fanyin: "......?"

looked at Zeng Wanwan in astonishment for a long time, and Shen Fanyin's tone was a few points higher: "Sister Wanwan, what are you talking about? He's my brother!"

Zeng Wanwan sipped her coffee and shrugged her shoulders indifferently: "The two of you have not had any blood relationship for dozens of generations, and your hypocrisy is purely superfluous." The law can't stop you from tying the knot, so if you really feel sorry for Mr. Jing if he doesn't have a wife, marry yourself."

Shen Fanyin stopped talking.

She gulped down the milk tea, and felt from the bottom of her heart that Sister Wanwan was arguing, she might be afraid that she would force the two of them to go on a blind date, so she used these words to gag her.

Zeng Wanwan didn't expect Shen Fanyin to respond to her directly with silence, and unwillingly reached out and poked her face: "Hey, don't you think about it?"

Shen Fanyin rolled her eyes unceremoniously: "What am I thinking? My grandmother told me every day that my brother was not suitable to be her grandson-in-law. Besides, if I dare to have crooked thoughts about him, Ms. Shen can strangle me."

No one can be as stable as a decathlon man all day long.

But, is it exciting?

Don't dare to move.

As an anti-love brain promotion ambassador, Shen Fanyin will never say such nonsense as "life is precious, and love is more valuable".

She still has a great future, what to die for.

She was thinking wildly when she heard an extremely arrogant sentence not far away: "One million, dollars, I want this painting!"

Before the crowd of onlookers could exclaim, they heard a gentle female voice say softly, "I don't sell it."

This time, the exclamation was even louder.

Shen Fanyin dragged Zeng Wanwan forward with an arrow step, and ate melons happily.

Tsang Wanwan: "......"

She was ready to discuss the serious topic of love with Shen Fanyin, but she just wanted to watch the excitement.

The place where the sound came from was an ink painting booth, which was unique in the exhibition.

Shen Fanyin thought that a master of Chinese painting was invited to come, but she stood on tiptoe to see that the person in the center of the crowd was still an acquaintance.

Duan Qianxin was wearing a plain linen dress, and her gentle long hair was cut off at some point, and her short hair was not as gentle as a few months ago, and she was more neat and free.

The man standing in front of her was in a suit and leather shoes, with a fat sheep's face that was easy to slaughter.

Shen Fanyin waved his hand at Duan Yuanxin: "Pour your heart!"

At first glance, Duan Qianxin immediately followed the sound and saw Shen Fanyin pushing through the crowd and squeezing in front of him.

Duan Qian looked at her in surprise: "Sanskrit? Are you here too? Wanwan, you're here too."

The Duan family and the Zeng family have always been friends, Duan Tianxin and Zeng Wanwan grew up together, but because the two have too different personalities and preferences, the relationship has never been close.

Zeng Wanwan smiled and nodded, "Well, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Since the divorce, Duan Tingxin has not been out for a long time, and no one knows what she is doing.

Why Duan Qianxin is here, Shen Fanyin doesn't really want to know now.

She looked at the fat sheep in front of her with burning eyes and asked, "Do you want to buy ink paintings?"

This man looked in his thirties, with black hair and black eyes, handsome and elegant, a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a suit on his body that cost a lot of money, but it looked very hot.

The man nodded: "Although I grew up in China, I have always liked ink painting, and I am fortunate to see it, and I asked Miss to give me a painting."

Duan Qianxin's refusal was still very simple: "Don't sell."

Shen Fanyin: "I'll sell! I'll sell!" Z.br>

Duan was dumbfounded, suspecting that he had misheard.

Shen Fanyin's attainments in Chinese painting are currently limited to worshipping Duan Lao as a teacher, and Duan Tingxin has never even seen her paintings.

That's it, who gave her the courage to sell paintings?

Zeng Wanwan stood aside, covering her eyes with her hands without looking at it.

The man obviously couldn't believe Shen Fanyin, and after looking at her for a moment, he asked, "I don't know who this young lady is?"

The girl in front of her doesn't look very old, what good works can she draw?

Shen Fanyin puffed up her chest, and her chin rose unconsciously: "My name is Shen Fanyin, Mr. Duan is my master, and Miss Duan in front of you is going to call me aunt."

The man's mind took a few turns, and after clarifying their relationship, he first nodded, and then hung a gentle smile: "Long admiration, long admiration." But I still want to buy Miss Duan's paintings, her paintings may not be the best, but I just want her paintings."

Shen Fanyin: "Do you want to buy paintings, or do you want to buy girls' hearts?"

The man's face turned red all of a sudden, and a man in his thirties didn't know how to answer in the face of such a straightforward question.

Shen Fanyin knew from his expression that his plan to slaughter a fat sheep was stillborn.

With a lament, she turned back to Zeng Wanwan's side and muttered in a low voice, "I don't have a windfall in my life."

Zeng Wanwan laughed so much that tears were about to fall, but she straightened her face and pretended to be serious, "If you really sell the painting, then I should wonder if you are really poor and crazy."

Shen Fanyin: "Am I poor enough? Grandma on the left shoulder, mortgage on the right shoulder, and a "strong woman" Su Mu waiting for me to take me away, life is very stressful!"

The business of Yitang wedding dress shop is really good, the annual salary given by Su Xingmu is really high, but Shen Fanyin is also really poor.

The mortgage of more than 20 million yuan made her dare not relax in the slightest.

Moreover, grandma is getting older day by day, and even if the monthly routine medical check-up shows that there is no major problem with the old man's health, she must be prepared.

She didn't dare to splurge on it, and when her relatives needed treatment, she could only lie on the side of the bed and cry.

Seeing Shen Fanyin's brows gradually furrowed, Zeng Wanwan also became serious, and asked in a low voice, "Is something wrong?" I've got money."

She didn't ask Shen Fanyin how much she needed, she only said that she had it.

If it's not enough, she'll make it up.

Shen Fanyin came back to his senses and smiled: "It's okay, take precautions."

Zeng Wanwan wanted to say something more, but her thoughts were interrupted by Duan Tianxin.

Duan Qianxin finally sent the man away, and returned to them with a tired face, smiling reluctantly: "Long time no see."

Shen Fanyin turned his head to look at her, and his eyes lit up again: "Is there a 1 in 10,000 chance that he also wants to buy other paintings?" Pour your heart, let's work together, you paint, stamp my seal, make five or five cents, you can draw casually without fear of losing your reputation, I'll carry it if something happens, think about it?"

Duan Tilting: "......"

She really thought that Shen Fanyin was trying to relieve herself by saying this.