Chapter 15 (2/2)

She smiled pleasantly as she opened the door for her husband.

Ning Si walked to the window, smoking, orange-red cigarette butts flashed rapidly, he was in an anxious mood. Half a minute later, he lit the lamp and called his parents.

“The number you dialed is not in service …”

“The number you dialed is not in service…”

“The number you dialed …”

After it failed a few times, he became irritated and threw away the phone and it accidentally hit the mouse, activated the standby computer. An ad box jumped out, the orange font was very eye-catching.

Ning Si Nian was ready to turn it off, but he froze when he saw the contents.

“Are you still worried about theft? Are you still worried about the lazy nanny? Are you still angry for your child’s nanny abuse? Pinhole camera, solve all your worries! Home installation, convenient and practical …”

He ignored the following words, he’d seen enough, his eyes flashed a shimmer – since his parents didn’t want to believe, he’d place the evidence in front of them. Under the irrefutable proof, even if Wei Xiyan did not want to go, he could call people to throw him out and also let him pay a painful price.

He re-picked up the phone and dialed Zhao’s number.

Zhao Jun lived in the west of the house, once a mercenary, he now served as Ning Si Nian’s driver and bodyguard, but he was also responsible for the many things of Ning Si that should not see the light. After he received the call, he didn’t ask for reasons and soon prepared a set of monitoring equipment.

The next day, Ning Si Nian went to work. Zhao Jun pretended to clean the air conditioning and installed the pinhole cameras in every corner of Ning home, he didn’t even let go the bathrooms, and finally a rice grain sized listener was placed on Ning Wangshu’s locket.

Now was summer vacation, Zhou Yunsheng didn’t need classes, after getting up to eat breakfast he locked himself into the studio. He is now taking the place of Wei Xiyan, naturally he will help Wei Xiyan achieve his dreams.

There was no doubt that the dream of Wei Xiyan was to become a great painter.

Feeling a lot of monitors in the house, his not happy mood slowly became brighter, he stretched out white slender fingertips and picked up the white cloth on the canvas.

This a completed pastoral landscape painting. It was of Ning home, the bright sunshine was a blooming rose in a rose garden, the large sections of warm colors made people feel happy. In all fairness, Wei Xiyan in the way of painting had a little aura, but because of his closed-off emotions, it was missing something deeper.

His paintings were very delicate, very beautiful, and gave visual enjoyment, but cannot shake people’s souls.

Zhou Yun Sheng reincarnated through nearly hundreds of thousands of years, although every life he played the villain, but it can’t be denied that if the villain had no ability, how can he compete with the protagonist? In every world cycle, he not only completed the tasks, he also didn’t forget to learn a variety of skills. He has been every identity- the general, the emperor, the immortal, the knight, the Duke, the pope, the magician- these experiences gave him endless pain but also gave him priceless wealth.

He’s picked up many skills, which naturally included painting. Whether it was Chinese painting, oil painting, sketch, or water, as long as he had a brush, he can create a world.

His accomplishments in painting were totally unmatched in the world, and even in this world, no one can find a person to compare with him. So to complete the dream of Wei Xiyan, Zhou Yunsheng was simply not troubled.

He slowly observed the works of Wei Xiyan, trying to figure out his painting skills, the room was quiet, only the sound of the breeze blowing the leaves.

At this time, a little figure came in. He stood in the doorway, seemed to be fascinated by the beautiful scenery on the canvas, step by step, he quietly and carefully walked behind Zhou Yun Sheng.

Zhou Yunsheng was trying to figure out Wei Xiyan style, he turned to pick up the brush and palette, but met Ning Wangshu’s eye.

They were both awkward, apparently shocked by each other. They shared a ‘you see me, I see you’ blank look.

After a long time, Zhou Yun Sheng slowly, slowly stretched out his hand, and picked up the palette from the bench beside Ning Yu Shu. Ning Wangshu was going to retreat but found that his goal was not to touch him, he stopped, and with a pair of big eyes he looked up and looked up.

Zhou Yunsheng ignored him, diluted the pigments, and seemingly carelessly smeared it on the canvas. Uncle and nephew stood close together, seriously focusing on the painting. Two exquisite faces with the same deadpan expression, the scene looked a little funny, but seemed so warm and lovely.