Florist Little Boss Ch. 142

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"Do you know him?" Gao Yang turned his head and asked Bai Ye. Most rich people know each other.

Bai Ye shook his head, "I haven't seen him. He is a small character. He is not famous in this world."

"Oh." Gao Yang was relieved when he heard this.

"What are you doing here?" A voice suddenly interrupted. Gao Yang and Bai Ye looked back and saw that it was Hua Zizhen.

"Mom."

"Aunt."

Hua Zizhen nodded with a smile, "Come here, little baby, grandma will hug you."

Gao Xun and Hua Zizhen had been together for a few days, and they were familiar with each other. He reached out and hugged her, "Come here."

Hua Zizhen smiled and pinched his nose, "It's grandma."

Gao Xun chuckled.

"Where's Shaoyan?" Hua Zizhen looked around and asked when he didn't see anyone.

Gao Yang said, "He went outside to answer the phone."

Hua Zizhen nodded and pointed to Ye Jingsheng, "What's going on?"

Bai Ye said, "That person said he wanted to buy Dad's paintings."

Hua Zizhen raised an eyebrow, "Wow, this is new. Jingsheng never sells his calligraphy and paintings, and rarely writes inscriptions for others. This person must be from another place."

Gao Yang was curious, "Why doesn't Dad sell it?"

"Well, this." Hua Zizhen smiled, "First, he is not short of money, and second, there is a very possessive jealous person in the family."

Bai Ye nodded beside him to prove that "Father was indeed very possessive of Dad."

"Old Bai doesn't want others to have Ye Jingsheng's things, even if they have been in his hands."

Hua Zizhen remembered the past and smiled and gossiped with the two of them, "Your father and I are neighbors, we were childhood friends, but I am two years older than him. When I was in school, I found that your father, Bai Zhi, treated Jingsheng differently. He was possessive. No one was allowed to bully him, otherwise they would be beaten. If you were too close to him, you would also be beaten. If anyone touched his things, they would not be allowed to keep them. They would be torn up or burned."

"Once I went to find Jingsheng for something, and I happened to see a girl in their class borrowing something from him, which seemed to be a textbook or something. Jingsheng was easy to talk to, and it was not an important thing, so he just lent it to her. When Old Bai saw it, he refused and tore up the book in front of the girl."

"Why?" Gao Yang asked. If you don't want to lend it, you could just take it back. Why tear up the book? Bai Ye didn't know about this. His father and others didn't mention it. He also wanted to know why.

"Yes, because that female classmate touched that book." Hua Zizhen changed Gao Xun's arms and continued, "Old Bai had a very bad temper at that time. He was also arrogant and insolent, unlike now. Jingsheng was also frightened by him at that time. The female classmate's eyes turned red. Jingsheng apologized to her and took Old Bai away. I didn't go with them. I think he was taken away to be educated. Jingsheng was also a bit serious at that time, just like those teachers in ancient times."

Everyone had changed a lot. Hua Zizhen sighed in her heart when he looked at Ye Jingsheng's profile.

"I didn't expect my father to have such a childish side." Bai Ye said.

The atmosphere between the four people here was good, but Ye Jingsheng's side was not very harmonious. The middle-aged man didn't know if he was really new here. He didn't know anything about the dignitaries in the capital. He pointed at a painting with yellow teeth and said arrogantly, "Whether you sell it or not, I want this painting today. Now I'm still negotiating with you. I let you name the price. If you don't know how to respect me, I won't bargain with you."

His voice was not small. Everyone around heard it and looked over here curiously. This look was terrible. Everyone gasped and thought, who was this person? He was so stupid. Do you know who you were talking to? You dare to be so arrogant. Were you tired of living?

Everyone looked at him with sympathy. The man didn't wipe his face, but the woman beside him knew how to read his expression. She pulled the man's clothes and whispered, "Forget it, let's not buy it."

Of course the man refused, patted the woman's hand, turned back and comforted her, "Don't worry, since you like it, I will definitely sell it."

Tsk tsk, it turned out that he wanted to please the woman. Everyone couldn't help shaking their heads. This man was blinded by beauty. Today she was your sweetheart, tomorrow she would be your great enemy.

Bai Ye hugged his arms and shook his head, "I said he was a nouveau riche. Fortunately, my father is not here."

Ye Jingsheng was in a good mood today. He didn't get angry when he met such a person, at least not on his face. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with him here, and gestured to the security personnel who were attracted by the movement here, "Get them out."

"How dare you!" The middle-aged man shouted, "He is just a painter of little fame. It is your blessing that I like your paintings! Don't refuse a toast and drink a penalty."

Everyone around looked at him in disbelief. Wow, where did this man come from? Was he an alien? Do you know how to write the words "great writer"? He actually said that Ye Jingsheng was a painter of little fame. Do you know how much his paintings were worth? I'd scare you to death if I tell you! Mr. nouveau riche with no vision.

Everyone wanted to see the final fate of this middle-aged man, but Gao Yang was attracted by two people on the periphery of the crowd.

Two men, one sitting in a wheelchair, a little older, about 30 years old, and the other standing behind the wheelchair, younger, in his early twenties. The young man bent over and spoke in the ear of the older man.

The man in the wheelchair seemed to be unable to see and asked the person behind him, "What kind of painting is that?"

The young man said, "It's a snowy scene, depicting a temple in the mountains."

The man nodded.

Bai Ye found that Gao Yang was staring at a certain place, followed his gaze, and was slightly surprised, "Brother Shen."

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