Chapter 280: His conjecture was completely correct

Chu Yanlin's eyes were firmly fixed on the mobile phone screen, his fingers trembled slightly, and he slowly slid the page and carefully read the search results.

Although the name of the three-year-old prodigy does not appear in these news messages, there are one or two photos of the little prodigy who have been blurred and mosaiced.

Chu Yanlin has no doubt that this is definitely a little milk dumpling!

No wonder the little milk tuanzi said that he has participated in many competitions, and this little prodigy has also frequently participated in chess competitions during this time, won countless first places, and never missed a game.

Chu Yanlin couldn't tell his emotions at this moment, and he always felt that there was something else he should know.

He didn't give up, and continued to search for keywords like a three-year-old prodigy.

Soon, it really made him turn to a different and similar news hot search.

[A little prodigy who plays the piano! Good and cute, capture the hearts of all netizens! 】

There is also a short video attached to this news.

Chu Yanlin couldn't wait to open it.

Melodious piano music comes out of the receiver of the mobile phone, and the video camera is directed at the back of a cute and serious little one.

Just a back, Chu Yanlin was very sure, he clenched his mobile phone excitedly, and his voice couldn't hide the trembling: "This, this must be her!" ”

It's definitely still a small milk dumpling!

Not only a chess prodigy, but also a piano prodigy!

Chu Yanlin thought that the little milk dumplings could also have a deep understanding of their own paintings.

This is not just about appreciating paintings, but also about having an amazing talent for painting, after all, the little milk dumplings are only three years old, whose three-year-old little milk dumplings can have such a good understanding ability?

Chu Yanlin was obviously standing in place, but he had a sense of panic and haste, he looked left and right, but unfortunately he was the only one around, and he couldn't even find anyone to share his excited emotions at this time.

Strong thoughts surged in his mind, and he felt that the person he was looking for was Xiao Milk Dumpling!

Chu Yanlin was so anxious that his breathing was disordered, and he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

Then, he immediately flipped through the address book of his mobile phone and turned to the phone number of the young master of the Ou family.

Not long ago, he went to Ouyang Fu, the young master of the Ou family, just to know who painted the painting given to Mr. Ou.

It's a pity that the young master of the Ou family didn't say any information about the other party, but just told him that he would convey it to the other party.

At this time, Chu Yanlin thought of Old Madam Qin's gaze that seemed to be looking.

Perhaps, Old Madam Qin's gaze is not only to prevent a stranger like him from approaching Xiaoni Tuanzi, but may also be examining whether he can be Xiao Ni Tuanzi's master.

All kinds of things seem to tell him that the little milk dumpling is the person he is looking for.

Chu Yanlin no longer hesitated, and immediately dialed a phone call to the young master of the Ou family.

After a few beeps, Ouyang Fu's voice came out of the earpiece, "Teacher Chu Yanlin? Do you have something to do with me? ”

"Young Master Ou, I want to ask you a question." Chu Yanlin tried his best to make his tone sound normal, but it seemed that he couldn't control it, "The painting given to your father was painted by the Qin family's little daughter?" ”

Ouyang Fu was dumbfounded, and froze instantly.

Heaven and earth can be learned, he didn't expose any news about the little milk dumpling!

"Uh, this, I, uh......"

Ouyang Fu grabbed his hair, and wanted to make a phone call on the spot to ask Ye Rongyuan, how would he answer this kind of question?

As soon as Chu Yanlin heard him hesitate, a smile appeared on his face in an instant, and there was also a smile in his voice, "I know, thank you, Young Master Ou, I hope my phone call didn't bother you, goodbye." ”

Until the end of the call, Ouyang Fu still couldn't recover from the shock.

He hurriedly made a phone call to Ye Rongyuan, muttering to himself, "How would he know?" I didn't say anything! ”