Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil

Seeing the boy who was hiding in the corner and secretly red-eyed, Nings wanted to kill himself. He reluctantly pressed his heart and tried to let him tell the truth, and then immediately took him to the principal's office to complain.

The headmaster did not dare to neglect, and quickly called Fu Xuan and Tang Weiming and so on.

Seeing everyone who sneaked in, arrogant and arrogant, Zhou Yunxuan pretended to be afraid to shrink into Nings's arms and secretly grabbed his clothes. This move even provoked Nings's anger, but his movements took him very gently and took a shot in his arms. He said that he was not afraid.

Tang Weiming and others naturally know Ningsian’s long-standing face of the front page of the financial magazine. Seeing that the two are intimate, the heart suddenly rises to a bad premonition.

Nings did not talk nonsense with everyone, and said with a mobile phone, "The painting named "璀璨" was a one-off work I saw with my eyes, but I don’t know why Fu Xuan’s name was signed. Today I came to ask this question clearly, and it will cause unnecessary misunderstandings in the future. Can I record the dialogue?"

Not agreeing is equivalent to having a ghost in the heart. Fu Xuan thinks that he has set up a good conversation with the tutor and classmates. It is not a big deal, so he nodded.

Tang Weiming asked in the trenches, "I would like to ask Mr. Ning, what is your relationship with Wei Xi?"

"What is the relationship between me and Xiqiao?" Nings sneered and turned to Fu Xuan. "When did you finish the painting? Who is the person in the painting?"

"I started painting in early September and finished at the end of October. I have been painting in the studio of the school, and the younger brothers in the same studio can testify. The people in this painting do not exist in reality, I think If I have children, what will it be in the future, will I inherit the talent of my paintings, my heart will be filled with love and love, I will render the face of this child on the canvas..."

Because of his guilty conscience, Fu Xuanqi talked about the feelings of his creations. Several of the younger brothers who took advantage of him frequently nodded and echoed. Even Tang Weiming also proved a few words.

Zhou Yunxuan began painting this painting from mid-July, and completed it at the end of September. The whole process of painting was faithfully recorded in the monitor of Ningsian. Moreover, he painted Ning Wangshu, only one crime of infringement of the right to portrait Turn Fu Xuan down.

At the moment, Fu Xuan is guilty of guilty conscience, but the more he talks, the more he misses the mistakes. He is also recorded by Nings, and he will not be able to repay in the future. It’s really a journey away from home.

Ningsian did not interrupt him. When he finished speaking, he asked Tang Weiming several questions. After collecting the crimes, he took the boy’s hand and nodded the headmaster. "President Li, I will leave, I will send this. My lawyer will handle it, and I hope that your school will not see a similar situation in the future."

"Of course, Mr. Ning, you go slowly." Principal Bi Gongbi Jing sent the two to the door, turned back and stared at Fu Xuan for a while, and finally shook his head. "Go back and let your parents help you find the best lawyer." If you are lucky, you can fight for out-of-court settlement."

"President, why should I fight for out-of-court settlement? The painting was hand-painted by me. So many people can testify for me!" Fu Xuan refused to let go.

"You painted it yourself? Can you draw Mr. Ning's son across thousands of miles? I can imagine what my future children will be when I say this... I feel blush when I say this."

The headmaster’s voice just fell, and Tang Weiming, who had always had an ominous premonition, felt a black front. Several forensic students began to sweat in the forehead, and Fu Xuan screamed. “How come? Wei Ximing clearly told me that the child is fabricated!"

The principal’s heart was so convinced that he was unceremoniously taking people out of the office. Everyone present here is probably abolished, and there is no future.

After Fu Xuan went home, he had to tell the parents about the matter, but his parents’ weight could not be compared with the Ning’s consortium. Although the trial was not made public, in order to protect Ning Wangshu, the media did not report much, but Fu’s family’s reputation in the calligraphy and painting industry was over, and after paying huge compensation, he went abroad to avoid it and disappeared.

Tang Weiming and several students who helped the family to perjury have also withdrawn from the oil painting circle and stumbled throughout their lives.

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On the way home, Zhou Yunyi said that Ai Ai said, "He has so many witnesses, but we only have babies, will we lose the lawsuit?"

"How come? Our evidence is very good." Nings touched the soft hair of the teenager.

"What evidence?" Zhou Yun squatted with a pair of innocent eyes.

Ningsian had a cold sweat behind him and smiled. "Don't worry, I said there is evidence that there is evidence. You will leave it alone when you judge the case. I will fix it. Do you have any other paintings? If you have one, pick one. Out, I will send you directly to the contest."

Zhou Yunzhao admired his fidgety appearance and nodded. "I still have a painting that is almost the same as "璀璨". You can send it to me. Right, can you not openly try it? I am afraid that my baby's life will be affected. influences."

The media will certainly dig deep into the story behind the paintings, and Ning Wang Shu will inevitably enter the public eye. He is still so small, so being concerned is not a good thing. Although Zhou Yunyi has absolute strength to keep his protection dripping, he still feels embarrassed to use his portrait.

Ningsian did not know the inside story, seeing that he regarded his son as his own child, and his heart was extremely soft. He pulled him and kissed him gently.

The two men smiled and smiled.

Back home, Zhou Yunxuan took Ning Wangshu to the lake to sketch, and Ningsian called the Ning's consortium. This type of civil case is a piece of cake in the country's top law firms, and the other party has repeatedly promised to make the defendant pay the most painful price.

Hang up the phone, Nings lit a cigar, standing at the window and staring at the small and small ones. Just at this moment, Zhao Xinfang rushed in and pushed a door, holding a credit card in his hand. "Sin, how are my credit cards frozen?"

Nings turned his head and his tone was very gentle. "Xinfang, come over and see this."

Zhao Xinfang walked over and bent over to look at the computer screen. Nings years click on the play button, ah ah ah ah, the sound of the room filled with the room, the two white flowers of the body in a variety of difficult postures, the scene is obscene.

The blood color on Zhao Xinfang's face faded instantly, and the two-step language was incoherent. "Sinian, I didn't mean it, no, I was forced, Sinian, please don't..."

Nings ignored her and picked up her mobile phone.

About ten minutes later, several policemen knocked on the door and arrested Zhao Xinfang for fraud, theft and infringement of trade secrets. Because the amount involved is too large, Zhao Xinfang will judge the highest sentence, and must pay an astronomical figure for the Ning's consortium, and the judge also pronounced the dissolution of the marriage relationship between the two.

Qian Yu had already committed suicide by committing a crime a month ago.

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Three years later, Dr. Qin Li retired, and Nings decided to find another nanny to take care of her lover and children. No way, both of them are crazy, and they forget everything when they enter the studio. No one is urging them to starve to death.

This is why Nings said that he is not willing to dismantle his home monitor.

On this day, the beautiful girl who came to apply for the door of Ning's house.

"Ah, you, are you Wei Xi?? Wei Xi in "The Way Back"?" The girl pointed at the handsome face of the young man.

"Homecoming" is a work that Zhou Yunyi sent to participate in the oil painting award three years ago. It is a gift to Wei Xi. The teenager crouched on a woman's lap with a tired attitude, and the woman gently plunged into his hair with one hand, one hand covering his face. The two were surrounded by roses, and the breeze was lingering. The picture was warm and bright, and behind the boy was a path of invisible thorns.

The teenager's legs curled up and the soles of his feet were bloody. It is not difficult to imagine how hard he had experienced before he walked to the woman. This is a surrealist painting, but with a classicism, a sad story is illustrated in warm tones. The boy quietly crouched there, his face so serene and beautiful, so that all the people passing by were deeply attracted to him, and he wanted to explore his breath and see if he was still alive.

He is still so young, he should not bear everything alone, and everyone wants to be the one to embrace him.

When the paintings were exhibited, there were too many people trying to breathe. In order to prevent damage to the oil paintings, the organizers had to put a sign on the wall and write the book - he was still alive!

The artist's superb skills and sincere emotions gave the painting life and soul, and the painting won the highest award of the oil painting award.

Wei Xiyi became famous in one fell swoop, but Nings had a nightmare for several months. Although the organizer said that ‘he is still alive’, only Nings knows that the woman who embraces the teenager is actually his mother. He is eager to invest in the mother’s arms and is not afraid to devote himself to the embrace of death. This painting hides the dead.

Nings was frightened. Since then, he has strengthened his control over the juvenile. If he disappears into the field for more than three minutes, he will be restless with cold sweat.

Zhao Jun, who is often called to find someone, is therefore always awkward.

At this moment, Nings was staring at the screen of a man and a woman, and the cell phone placed in his ear was squeaky.

"Do you do cookies? My nephew loves to eat." Zhou Yunxi said to the woman. Yes, this person is the late hostess.

"I will do it, or will I do a few for you and my children now?" The girl's cheeks were reddish and the twilight was shining. Because of a "homecoming", she fell in love with Wei Xizhen three years ago, did not expect him to be his future employer.

"Well, there is everything in the kitchen. If you need it, just take it." Zhou Yunyi pointed to the cabinet.

The girl was busy nodding, was about to wear an apron, but saw Zhao Junji stepping the door, Shen Sheng, "Mr. Wei, the boss just called, said that the babysitter has been looking for, so you don't bother. You continue to paint, I Send the lady out." The words could not help but pull the girl out of Ningzhai.

Not long after, Ning Zhai really came to a new babysitter, 65 years old, a face like a dried orange peel.

Zhou Yunyi looked at each other up and down, and his heart was a deadly metamorphosis, but his mouth was sharp and sharp.