Chen Bingqing's face was proud, and he had a feeling that he was about to raise his eyebrows.

As soon as this result came out, even if her grandfather blamed her, she was also the hero of the Chen family.

"Miss, are you sure you want to say it?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little hesitant.

"Nonsense, hurry up." Chen Bingqing said loudly.

"According to the autopsy results, Fang Ying's cause of death was the crushing of the arteries in the heart." The voice on the other end of the mobile phone said, through the sound outside, so that the Chen family could hear it clearly...

Chen Bingqing was stunned for a moment, his brain was like a heavy punch, dizzy, and blank.

After a while, she came back to her senses, gritted her teeth and said, "Old Mo, are you mistaken? Fang Ying was obviously shot by my sniper rifle."

"Miss, you have to believe in my professional level, Fang Ying was hit by a sniper bullet after his heart was broken and brain dead, although the difference is milliseconds, but we have the most advanced equipment......" The man on the other side of the phone felt questioned and began to chatter.

Chen Bingqing hung up the phone directly, his face pale.

She glanced at Han Qing, who was indifferent from beginning to end, and was sad and indignant in her heart, could she really be his life secretary in the future?

"Mr. Han, it's Bingqing who is ignorant, and the old man is really ashamed." Old Man Chen sighed and apologized to Han Qing, then turned his head, looked at Chen Bingqing and said angrily, "Bingqing, don't apologize to Mr. Han yet."

Chen Bingqing gritted his teeth and reluctantly said to Han Qing, "I'm sorry."

With that, she turned around and was about to leave.

"Stop, grandpa didn't let you go, who allowed you to leave with such a face?" Chen Qidong's face was a little unbearable, and he opened his mouth to scold.

"Grandpa didn't say he wouldn't let me go." Chen Bingqing said.

Chen Qidong's face is pale, he has no son, only Chen Bingqing is a daughter, and Chen Bingqing has never disappointed him, and has always been a role model for the younger generations of the Chen family.

However, her performance today is a big failure, just like a mature female self-defense battalion commander who suddenly became an unreasonable and unreasonable lady, and the gap between them made Chen Qidong unable to accept it for a while.

"Chen Bingqing, how did you talk to your dad? I don't apologize to your dad yet." At this time, Han Qing suddenly spoke.

As soon as these words came out, the Chen family was stunned.

Chen Bingqing suddenly stared at Han Qing murderously like a female leopard, as if he was going to eat him alive.

But Han Qing smiled slightly and looked at her, but Chen Bingqing suddenly remembered the bet with him, and his momentum suddenly leaked.

"Dad, I'm sorry." Chen Bingqing said to Chen Qidong, although she regretted talking back and making her father lose face, but being scolded and apologized by Han Qing made her feel a sense of humiliation in her heart.

Chen Qidong opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word, his daughter apologized and he should have been happy, but he was scolded and apologized by another man, and his heart was like a breath of depression that he couldn't get out, and he almost didn't suffocate to death.

"You are the youngest here, and you don't pour tea for the elders." Han Qing saw Chen Bingqing gritting his teeth, but he didn't dare to attack, and his mood was inexplicably comfortable.

Chen Bingqing glared at Han Qing fiercely, then went to the tea table on the table and began to boil water to make tea.

From beginning to end, the Chen family was weirdly silent, their eyes shuttling back and forth between Han Qing and Chen Bingqing, and they didn't know what speculation they were making in their hearts.

After Chen Bingqing brewed the tea and served it in front of everyone, Han Qing let her go.

After all, it was in front of the Chen family, and it was enough to stop.

At this time, Old Man Chen coughed twice and handed Han Qing the Chen family's secret industries and power lists.

Han Qing was not polite, he took it and looked at it, he originally wanted to borrow the power of the Chen family, and it was impossible to refuse hypocritically.

At this time, the alliance between Han Qing and the Chen family has been decided, and the three sons and one daughter of the Chen family can only accept this result.

After eating, Old Man Chen called Han Qing to the study alone.

Old Man Chen's study is full of calligraphy and paintings, and pens are also placed on the desk

Ink, paper, inkstone.

"You also know calligraphy and painting?" Old Man Chen couldn't help but ask when he saw Han Qing looking at these calligraphy and paintings.

"I know a little bit about it." Han Qing said with a smile, he has been in the immortal world for thousands of years, and what he has practiced the most is calligraphy and painting, because this is the basis for refining all kinds of talismans.

"Can the old man see Mr. Han's Mobao?" Old Man Chen's eyes lit up and asked.

"Yes, why don't I draw a portrait of the old man." Han Qingdao.

"That's great." Old Man Chen immediately sat down in his chair.

"Old man, you don't have to be so formal, just write, read the book or something." Han Qingdao.

When Old Man Chen heard this, he immediately got up, picked up the brush and began to write.

And Han Qing glanced at Old Man Chen, the rice paper unfolded, splashed ink, and the pen walked away in one fell swoop.

"Alright." Han Qing said, putting the pen down.

Old Man Chen had just written three words, and when he heard this, he looked up in amazement, and his heart swelled with disappointment.

Originally, he had great expectations for Han Qing's calligraphy and painting.

But the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

With such a little time to complete a portrait of a character, I am afraid that only random graffiti can explain it.

Old Man Chen sighed and walked to Han Qing's painting, he couldn't bear to look at it directly, for fear of staining his eyes.

But when he first looked at it, Old Man Chen was shocked, his pupils were dilated, and his breathing became rapid.

I saw that on the rice paper, with a few strokes, he sketched his appearance, with both god and form, and the freehand was extremely freehand, as if he had come to life.

There are four big characters written next to it: ink fragrance through the ages.

The word was a font he had never seen before, the strength penetrated the back of the paper, the muscles were strong, and when he looked carefully, he felt even more sharp.

"Hiss......"

Even with Old Man Chen's well-informed and steady mentality, he couldn't help but gasp at this time.

He stepped forward quickly, trembling with excitement.

"Well, good, there are such freehand paintings in the world, and there are such high-spirited words! I, Chen Hanlin, can become the original form of this painting, three lives are fortunate, three lives are fortunate!" Old Man Chen was amazed, his eyes lit up, and he wanted to touch it with one hand, but he was afraid of blasphemy, so he caressed it from a distance of several inches.

At this time, Old Man Chen thought of something, raised his head and looked at Han Qing with burning eyes, and said, "Mr. Han, this is for me, right?"

"Nature." Han Qing looked at Old Man Chen with a look of "If you don't give it to me, I'll grab it", he smiled and nodded.

Old Man Chen smiled from ear to ear, his mind was completely immersed in it, and he didn't even know when Han Qing left.

It wasn't until late at night that Old Man Chen extracted from the artistic conception in this calligraphy and painting, and then immediately made a phone call.

"Lao Luo, haven't you been asking for the pinnacle of the freehand school, to slap in the face the master Luthor, the first person of the freehand painting school abroad? I'll show you a calligraphy and painting I got today." Old Man Chen was triumphant, with a strong taste of showing off.