"Girl, you can finally come. You must avenge your michel platini. This old man bullied you, michel platini and me." Master Jia was the first to see Zhang Ting walking into this hall.
Master Jia grabbed his hand and Zhang Ting dumped it badly. Master Jia grabbed his hand.
At the sight of the old man coming in, Zhang Ting’s eyes lit up and the horse came up to Zhang Ting.
"Small court, you finally came over. Where have you been? Why did it take so long to appear? Do you know that the old man has been waiting for you here for a long time? "
As soon as this sentence came out, Master Jia’s angry words floated into his ears.
"My family didn’t invite you to our house either. You can leave."
Glared at master Jia, master Jia told himself not to dispute with this smelly master Jia.
Zhang Ting looked at the two of them, both of whom were 100 years old, and they were still making trouble here. Only children can play tricks.
Both of them are not ashamed. She is ashamed of them.
"Sir, why are you here? You didn’t inform me either. If you did, I would go out to meet you. "Zhang Ting told his master with a smile.
Master’s face suddenly turned ugly.
I snorted at Zhang Tingli and looked at Zhang Ting seriously and said, "Do you still have an uncle like me in your heart?"
Zhang Ting Zheng looked up and cast a glance at Hao Ren’s side. Hao Ren’s eyes showed the master holding a picture.
Zhang Ting’s eyes stared straight at once. Isn’t this painting in the master’s hand the one she drew in the room in the other day’s chat? Besides, the painting was thrown into the garbage can because she thought it was poor.
At this time, shouldn’t this painting be left in some corner outside in the wind and the sun? How did this end up in the master’s hand?
Zhang Ting pointed to the painting in his master’s hand and looked surprised. "If my master checks that I am not mistaken, it seems that I didn’t draw this painting in your hand. How did it appear in your hand?"
Master bowed their heads and glanced at Zhang Ting, referring to this painting, which was fondle admiringly and very precious.
"Girl, you still dare to say that you painted this picture. I ask you what you painted for this old man Jia, but you didn’t paint it for me. Do you know how many times I wrote to you to ask you to paint a picture for me? You never replied to me. You hurt my old man’s heart too much." Master Jia pretended to be very sad and bowed his head.
Zhang Ting looked at the master this moving face in distress situation.
Sure enough, outsiders say it’s true. Old children are old children.
Master Jia saw that the master had used risks against the small court, and immediately snorted with disdain at the master. "Shame on you for being such an old man, it’s shameless to be so pitiful against the small court."
Master looked up and glared at Master Jia when he heard Master Jia’s words that hurt himself.
Master Jia wanted to stare back again and suddenly let Zhang Ting interrupt the fight between the two old men.
"Wait a minute, sir. Did you misunderstand something? I didn’t paint this painting for me by michel platini. I wanted to throw it away. I don’t know where I picked it up from?"
Master Jia glared at Zhang Ting with a face of embarrassment.
This goddaughter is really his goddaughter. How come things don’t help him? When michel platini is all dry, why don’t he be a michel platini station?
The more you look at this painting, the more surprised you are.
"Girl, you’re wasting your time. You’re throwing it away. You’re losing your family." Master drew a picture of holding his hand lovingly.
Chapter 525 What are you laughing at!
Zhang Ting has a face of Meng Meng expression.
It looks like holding this painting like a baby, my Lord.
Zhang Ting asked with a funny face, "Sir, where am I losing my family? This painting is poor. Naturally, I have to throw it away. What am I still doing?"
Master, pointing to this painting, looked at Zhang Ting angrily and asked, "Girl, what’s wrong with this painting? Is the painting good? It’s a pity to throw it away. "
"Right? You also think it’s a pity to throw it away. Although I don’t know about the girl’s painting, I think it’s so beautiful. This girl actually wants to throw me away, but she secretly hides it." Master Jia walked beside him with a face of approval.
What happened next stunned Zhang Ting and Hao Ren.
Just now, I was red-faced, and neither one nor the other. Finally, because of this painting, the two old men actually fought against Zhang Ting on the same front.
Looking at these two old men suddenly like brothers, Zhang Ting looked nai.
"Girl, it’s a good thing you helped you pick up this painting when you were in michel platini, otherwise you’re changing your home. It’s the best thing in the world. Do you know that you can avoid thunder and lightning like this?" Master looked at Zhang Ting and said.
After hearing this sentence, Zhang Ting’s face showed nai expression again.
Seeing these two old men continue to attack Zhang Ting for this painting, they both admit their mistakes. "Yes, you two old men said it was very my fault. I apologize to this painting. You two can stop talking about cocoons in my ears. I won’t lose my family again."
When the two old men heard Zhang Ting’s words, their faces showed an expression of letting her go.
The master looked at Zhang Ting with this picture in his arms. "Give me this picture, little girl, old man. If you still have bad pictures, throw them all to me. I don’t care if people say I pick up junk."
Master Jia blew his eyes and stared at his master.
There is this painting. He brought it back from the trash can in the courtyard. How did he end up like this?
"What the hell do you mean, old man? I took this painting back from the courthouse. How did it end up being you? Please give it back to me quickly. Don’t be so old and shameless. I’ll tell you."
After saying this, Master Jia reached out to grab the master and held the painting in his hand.
Master, how could it be so easy to let Master Jia take this painting from his hand?
When master Jia put his hand over, he hid it and let master Jia reach out and pounce.
"Why, old man Jia, do you want to cheat?" Master holding this picture and staring at Master Jia angrily scold a way
Master Jia also glared at him angrily and scolded him, "Old man, you shameless bastard, this painting is mine and you give it back to me."
After that, Master Jia went to rob Master to draw pictures.
In this way, two people who are over 100 years old started to grab pictures and make ugly moves in this hall in front of Zhang Ting and Hao Ren regardless of their image. They all had a fight with young people, and they were not afraid to flash their old waist.
Zhang Ting looked at each other with Hao Ren, and both husband and wife’s eyes flashed Nai’s eyes.
Zhang Ting held his forehead in one hand and shouted at the two of them with strength, "Master michel platini, don’t rob."
"Girl, don’t worry about this matter. I must take my painting back." Master Jia took a look back at Zhang Ting’s side.
Master held his hand high and glared at this painting. "Old man Jia, you don’t understand these paintings. What are you doing here? I think you’d better give it to me."
"Bullshit, I’ll give it to you. Don’t, I won’t stay in the city. I don’t know how much silver the small court painting is worth now. If I take this painting to the city for sale, I’ll sell it for two hundred silver. I won’t give it to you cheaply." Master Jia snorted angrily at the master.
Master Jia’s face was embarrassed when he heard this sentence.
It turns out that this old man Jia already knows that small court paintings here in Fucheng sell such a good thing.
"Hey hey, you already know the small court painting sell things? I still don’t know you? "Master told Jia Master with a passive smile on his face.
Master Jia snorted and stared at the master. "You don’t want to lie to me about this matter. Your grandson has already told us about this matter. Now it is a small court painting."
It’s hard to buy a picture for a thousand dollars in the city. Am I right? "
Master’s face was wryly cracked immediately after hearing this sentence from Master Jia.
It turned out that it was his good grandson who told the story.
Master secretly recorded a small account for his good grandson in his heart.