Jingzhong, Song family.

In the past few days, Shen Lan has been a little idle.

Her position is the most worrying one, but there is no way, when she is older, she always has to pave the way for the juniors and delegate power.

The connections and business of the Shen family are now in her hands, and the backbone of her own company is worried, and the small things in charge of the family are now all handed over to Song Yun.

She was happy, sitting in front of the tea table and boiling a pot of tea, looking at the account, and the day passed like this.

The only thing to worry about is the celebration banquet in a few days.

The newspaper was sent out, creating momentum for the adopted daughter, and those who were not in contact would also take advantage of this exchange to let the adopted daughter recognize the person by the way.

She was about to draw up a batch of gifts for the near future, but when her eyes swept the word Yucheng, she was stunned for a moment.

"Shen Zhen, this kid also sent something?"

The old housekeeper of the Shen family, who gave the gift list, stepped forward, his cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought about it for a while.

"It's like a painting and a letter."

Draw?

Shen Lan remembered.

Last time, she remembered that she asked Shen Zhen to auction a painting at the charity meeting, and I heard that even Shi Huaixian's predecessors had to be like a treasure.

She thought that the little guy liked it, so she simply asked Shen Zhen to bid and gave it to Qiao Yu.

As a result, it was sent back like that?

Mobao, Shen Lan didn't dare to be interested, the real works of everyone, the Shen family has them, and there are many more.

But

Letter?

In these years, there are still people who write letters?

Isn't it all a matter of WeChat and a phone call?

"Take the letter and look at it."

The letter was delivered quickly.

Shen Lan is really strange.

When he saw the fire paint sealing of the letter, a hint of understanding emerged.

On the fiery red fire paint, there is a mist and auspicious cloud of the word 'Joe'.

Then there is the opening of the words, the handwriting is strong, and the book is written.

'Shen Jiazun Chang Jun Qi'

The dragon flies wild grass and is uninhibited.

It's Qiao Yu's letter!

The two have never been in contact, and the only time was a coral tree given by Song Yun last time, and she happened to see the return gift.

If you want to talk about exchanges, it is really the first time.

The number of letters presented to the courtesy, also known as Yayan, now, the information changes, and the younger generations are almost forgotten about this kind of letter ceremony.

But Qiao Yu is different.

She is a person who abides by the rules.

The first letter is a greeting.

'Repeated reminders, because of trivial matters, not in time to be repaid, I apologize. ’

That means I've been too busy lately, sorry.

Even the words have a lot of rules.

Like an old pedant.

Shen Lan smiled suddenly, and couldn't help laughing.

Just the next sentence, it's different.

Last month, the younger generation was fortunate to receive the ink treasure given by the head of the family, and they were overjoyed, however, the book of ink treasure is actually a hasty work of the younger generation. ”

"Ahem, cough, cough"

Shen Lan choked on a sip of tea and almost didn't squirt out.

A sloppy work for young years!

This kid is really too 'self-humble'.

Shi Huaixian's old guy is looking at it, is it a hasty work?

She continued to look down.

Good guy, even self-humility is saved now.

It's revealed.

That's what it means.

I'm really embarrassed to take so much money, this painting is left to the owner of the house to enjoy a thing or two, if the owner of the house doesn't dislike it, she still has a lot there.

Then, here comes the point.

Top priority!

Even if the money was used by her temporarily, she couldn't regret it, and she couldn't return it.

Shen Lan: "." I want to beat people up through the letter.

After that, the style of painting changed again, and it was very regular.

The book is short and long, and the aftermath continues. ’

'Junior, respectful. ’

'On the evening of the second day of the month of the year of Xin Chou, under the lamp. ’

Conclusion, signature, revelation, date, none of them are left behind, rules and regulations, and there is no fault in finding mistakes.

It's like knowing that she is a little scoundrel, but she is well-behaved on the surface and looks like a gentleman.

It's a very infuriating itchy tooth.

"What about her paintings? Let me see. ”

(End of chapter)