Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Who is she? !

The Qing palace woman in the painting... There was an indescribable sense of familiarity, and this indescribable feeling made her walk towards the painting involuntarily. "Everyone, everyone, I am very glad that you all came to our antique shop to participate in our exhibition. Today, there is another more important thing to announce to you, that is, I am about to meet with the heir of this antique shop, Ms. Luo Qingchuan. ..." Lin Feifan on the other end was halfway through speaking, and glanced at Qingchuan who was staring at the painting in a daze not far away, and pulled her to his side with a smile, "Qingchuan? Qingchuan?"

"Uh..." The voice slightly brought Qingchuan back to reality. "Come." Fei Fei smiled, led her to the guests, faced everyone again, and continued with what was not announced just now, "Qing Chuan and I will hold an engagement ceremony under the witness of everyone." At the end of the sentence, he raised his hand, holding an engagement ring in his hand. The diamond ring that most women would like, but it just couldn't attract Qingchuan's attention. Her vision, thoughts, and mind are still glued to the painting on the wall. "Why are you still wearing this?" Seeing this, Aunt Luo thought that she was listening to the song and lost her mind, so she moved forward angrily and pulled out the earphones in her ears.

"Oh." Qingchuan replied blankly, turned her head, and looked at the painting again. Only this time, she failed, Lin Feifan's handsome smiling face blocked her sight. "Qingchuan." He called affectionately, as if caring for antique porcelain, he carefully took her hand and put on the engagement ring for her. The moment the ring fit perfectly with her fingertips, he clearly felt that happiness was about to overflow his atrium. Qing Chuan didn't notice what happened, she just turned her head to the side, and her eyes glanced at Lin Feifan's broad shoulders.

Seeing that the painting on the wall was suddenly separated from the scroll, it seemed to be swept away by the wind, and it floated outside the shop as if it had life and consciousness.