Lu Yao didn't dare to breathe, and looked at Ye Zehong nervously, wanting to see how he could perfect his words.

Ye Yingtang glanced at Lu Yao and Ye Zehong with inquiring eyes, and a suspicious expression appeared on his face.

Lu Yao was stiffened all over the body, smiling dryly, not even daring to have a superfluous expression, and reassuring himself in his heart that he must not be weak-hearted.

Ye Zehong glanced at Lu Yao calmly, and smiled indifferently: "I...... I've heard from others. ”

This explanation makes sense.

Ye Yingtang was more satisfied, and the smile on his face was deeper: "It seems that Lawyer Lu's reputation as a talented woman is widely spread outside." ”

"Mr. Ye, you have won the prize." Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and her smile was much more natural.

"Come on, come on, show well."

Ye Yingtang gave up his position.

Lu Yao took a deep breath, thought for a minute, and then wrote a poem on rice paper.

Compared with Ye Yingtang's atmospheric and chic font style, the words she writes are very upright regular scripts, as if they were printed.

"Zheng Xie's bamboo and stone is indeed a poem that Lawyer Lu likes." Ye Yingtang just liked Lu Yao at first, but now when he saw that Lu Yao was not in a hurry or slow, and wrote the poem Zhushi calmly, he sincerely appreciated Lu Yao in his heart, and thought that he had chosen Lu Yao to be the legal representative, which was the most correct thing he had done.

"It's ugly." Lu Yao put down the brush and smiled embarrassedly.

"The words written by Mr. Lu are smooth, the pen is like a cloud of smoke, the font is correct, stroke by stroke, impartial, and the pen is very good." Ye Yingtang picked up Lu Yao's words, and the more he looked at them, the more he liked them.

Lu Yao took advantage of the gap to look at Ye Zehong, with a hint of complaint in his eyes.

Ye Zehong smiled proudly, as if he was a parent of a student, seeing his baby daughter being praised by the teacher.

"Lawyer Lu, can you give me this letter?" Ye Yingtang couldn't put it down.

"It's my pleasure."

Lu Yao's shy smile, the feeling of being recognized by the head of the first family in the capital, made her a little happy.

"Xiaohua should have half your concentration and talent." Ye Yingtang suddenly sighed and shook his head.

A trace of doubt appeared on Lu Yao's face, and he asked tentatively, "Old Ye, are you joking?" Miss Ye is truly talented, and her works are loved by everyone. No one can compare the talent for ink painting. ”

"If she can draw those paintings, I'll ......" Ye Yingtang realized that he shouldn't reveal more, so he just said: "Hey, don't say it, anyway, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren." ”

Lu Yao captured important information from these two short sentences.

It seems that the people of the Ye family should know that the paintings painted by Ye Hua are not from her own hands.

In her heart, she was ninety-nine percent sure that Ye Hua was the murderer who hurt her and her mother back then!

The remaining one percent who refuses is that she must get conclusive evidence!

Next.

Ye Yingtang met Lu Yao, who could also calligraphy, and was very interested, so he pulled Lu Yao and wrote again.

Ye Zehong stood aside with an approving smile on his face.

The atmosphere in the study room is harmonious and loving.

Outside the study, Qiao Wan'er was extremely unwilling when she saw this scene.

Why can the mediocre Lu Yao be loved by Ye Yingtang?

She couldn't get angry, she couldn't stand it, and left angry.

As soon as she passed by the tearoom, she saw Yang Lan waving to her.

Qiao Wan'er walked into the tea room and sat on the chair with a pale face.

Yang Lan saw that her face was not good, and hurriedly asked, "Wan'er, what happened, why are you so angry?" ”