Seeing the boy hiding in the corner with secretly red eyes, Ning Sinian was so angry that he wanted to kill him. He barely suppressed his anxiety, coaxed him to tell the truth, and immediately took him to the principal's office to complain.

The principal did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly called Fu Xuan, Tang Weiming and others.

Seeing the crowd of arrogant faces rushing in, Zhou Yun Sheng pretended to be afraid and shrank into Ning Sinian's arms, and secretly grabbed the corner of his shirt. This move made Ning Sinian even more angry, but he took him into his arms very gently and patted him, and said in a low voice "Don't be afraid."

Tang Weiming and others naturally knew the handsome face of Ning Sinian, who had been on the front page of financial magazines for many years.

Ning Sinian didn't talk nonsense with everyone, he took out his mobile phone and said, "I watched Xi Yan complete the painting with my own eyes, but I don't know why I signed Fu Xuan's name. Today I came here to clarify this matter, which may cause unnecessary misunderstandings in the future, can I record the conversation?"

Not agreeing is equivalent to having a ghost in his heart. Fu Xuan thought that he and his tutor and classmates had already set the record, and recorded it, it was no big deal, so he nodded in agreement.

Tang Weiming asked tremblingly, "Mr. Ning, what is your relationship with Wei Xiyan?"

"What is the relationship between me and Xiyan and what does it have to do with you?" Ning Sinian sneered, then turned to Fu Xuan and asked, "When and where did you finish this painting? Who is the person in the painting?"

"I started painting at the beginning of September and finished it at the end of October. I have been painting in the school's studio, and all the teachers and brothers in the same studio as me can testify. The people in this painting do not exist in reality, I thought. If I have a child, what will the future be like, will I inherit my talent for painting, with longing and love in my heart, I will render this child's face on the canvas stroke by stroke..."

Due to his guilty conscience, Fu Xuan talked endlessly about his feelings when he was creating. Several juniors and brothers who took advantage of him frequently nodded in agreement, and even Tang Weiming also corroborated a few words.

Zhou Yunsheng started painting this painting in mid-July and finished it at the end of September. The entire painting process was faithfully recorded on Ning Sinian's monitor. Besides, he painted Ning Wangshu, only one charge of violating the right to portrait would be enough. Bring Fu Xuan down.

Right now, Fu Xuan, because of his guilty conscience, made more mistakes and omissions the more he said. He was also recorded by Ning Sinian, and he would not be able to interpret the confession in the future. It's really going down the road on its own.

Ning Sinian didn't interrupt him. After he finished speaking, he asked Tang Weiming a few more questions. After fully collecting the evidence, he took the boy's hand and nodded to the principal, "Principal Li, I'll take my leave first, I'll send this matter to you. My lawyer will handle it, and I hope your school will not have similar situations in the future."

"Of course, Mr. Ning, please walk slowly." The principal respectfully sent the two to the door, turned his head to stare at Fu Xuan for a while, and finally shook his head and said, "Go back and ask your parents to help you find the best lawyer. If you're lucky, you can get an out-of-court settlement."

"Principal, why do I seek out-of-court settlement? I painted that painting myself, so many people can testify for me!" Fu Xuan refused to let go.

"Draw it with your own hands? You can draw Mr. Ning's son from thousands of miles away? Why draw and imagine your own child in the future... I feel your blush when you say this."

As soon as the headmaster finished speaking, Tang Weiming, who had always had an ominous premonition, felt dark in front of his eyes. The foreheads of the students who gave false testimony began to sweat madly. Fu Xuan exclaimed, "How could it be? Wei Xiyan clearly told me that the child was fabricated!"

The principal said in his heart that it was true, and threw the person out of the office unceremoniously. I am afraid that everyone present today is useless, and there is no future to speak of.

After Fu Xuan returned home, he had to tell his parents about it, but his parents' weight was completely incomparable to the Ning's consortium. Although the court trial was not made public, and in order to protect Ning Wangshu, the media did not report it, but the Fu family's reputation in the painting and calligraphy world was over.

Tang Weiming and several students who helped the Fu family with perjury also quit the oil painting circle and were down and down all their lives.

On the way home, Zhou Yun Sheng asked Ai Ai periodically, "He has so many witnesses, but we only have a baby, will we lose the lawsuit?"

"How come? Our evidence is very strong." Ning Sinian touched the boy's soft hair.

"What evidence?" Zhou Yun Sheng blinked his big innocent eyes.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Ning Sinian's back, and he smiled, "Don't worry, I said there is evidence, you have evidence, you don't care about the court trial, I will take care of it. Do you have any other paintings? Pick one if you have any. I will send it directly to the competition for you.”

Zhou Yun Sheng had had enough of his fidgeting appearance before he nodded and said, "I still have a painting of the same level as 'Bright', you can send it to me. By the way, can you avoid a public trial? I'm afraid that the baby's life will suffer. influences."

The media will surely dig deep into the stories behind the paintings, and Ning Wangshu will inevitably enter the public eye. It's not a good thing that he's still so young, so much attention. Although Zhou Yun Sheng had absolute strength to protect him, he still felt guilty for taking advantage of his portrait.

Ning Sinian didn't know the inside story. Seeing that he loved his son as his own, his heart was extremely soft, so he pulled him and kissed him gently.

The two looked at each other and smiled, warm and affectionate.

After returning home, Zhou Yun Sheng took Ning Wangshu to the lake to sketch, while Ning Sinian called the royal lawyer of Ning's consortium. This kind of civil case is simply a piece of cake for the top domestic law firms, and the other party has repeatedly promised to make the defendant pay the most painful price.

Hanging up the phone, Ning Sinian lit a cigar, stood by the window and stared at the large and small drawing side by side not far away. Just at this moment, Xinfang Zhao pushed in the door, holding a credit card in his hand, "Si Nian, why are all my credit cards frozen?"

Ning Sinian turned his head and said in a very gentle tone, "Xinfang, come and see this."

Xinfang Zhao walked over and bent over to look at the computer screen. Ning Sinian clicked the play button, and moans filled the room instantly. The two white bodies were intercourse in various difficult positions, and the scene was extremely lewd.

The blood on Zhao Xinfang's face faded instantly, and he said incoherently, "Si Nian, I didn't mean it, no, I was forced, Si Nian, please don't..."

Ning Sinian ignored her and picked up the phone to make a call.

About ten minutes later, several policemen knocked on the door and came in, and arrested Zhao Xinfang according to the law on charges of fraud, theft, and violation of trade secrets. Because the amount involved is too huge, Zhao Xinfang will be sentenced to the highest sentence, and must pay an astronomical sum to the Ning Consortium. At the same time, the judge also announced the dissolution of the marriage relationship between the two.

And Qian Yu committed suicide a month ago.

Three years later, Dr. Qin Li retired, and Ning Sinian decided to find another nanny to take care of her lover and children. There is no way, both of them are painting idiots. Once they enter the studio, they forget everything, and they may starve to death if no one is there to supervise them.

This is also the reason why Ning Sinian is reluctant to dismantle the monitor at home.

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

"Ah, you, are you Wei Xiyan? The Wei Xiyan in "The Way Back"?" The girl pointed at the young man's handsome face and shouted.

"The Way Back" was a work that Zhou Yunsheng sent to participate in the oil painting awards three years ago, and it was a gift to Wei Xiyan. The young man was lying on a woman's lap in an extremely tired posture, and the woman gently rubbed one hand into his hair and put the other hand on his face. Roses are blooming all around the two, lingering in the breeze, the picture is warm and bright, but behind the young man there is a thorny road with no end.

The boy's legs were curled up and the soles of his feet were stained with blood. It's not hard to imagine how hard he had to travel to get to the woman. It's a surreal painting, but with a classicist splendor, telling a sad story in warm tones. The young man lay there quietly, his face so serene and beautiful that everyone who passed by was deeply attracted by him and wanted to probe his breath to see if he was still alive.

He is still so young, he shouldn't bear everything alone, everyone wants to be the hands that hug him.

When the paintings were exhibited, there were too many people testing their breaths. To prevent damage to the paintings, the organizer had to put up a sign on the wall with a letter - he is still alive!

The painter's superb skills and sincere emotions endow this painting with life and soul, and this painting also won the highest award in the oil painting awards that year.

Wei Xiyan became famous in one fell swoop, but Ning Sinian had nightmares for several months. Although the organizer said 'he is still alive', only Ning Sinian knew that the woman hugging the boy was actually his mother, and his desire to fall into his mother's arms was no different than falling into the arms of death. This painting hides the will of death.

Ning Sinian was frightened, and since then he has strengthened his control over the young man. If he disappeared from sight for more than three minutes, he would definitely be restless with cold sweat on his forehead.

Zhao Jun, who was often called to find someone, always complained that his boss was seriously ill.

At this moment, Ning Sinian was staring at a man and a woman who were getting along well on the screen, and the phone next to his ear was clacked by him.

"Can you make cookies? My nephew loves them." Zhou Yun Sheng looked at the hostess and said. That's right, this person is the late heroine.

"I'll make it, or I'll make a few for you and the child to try now?" The girl's cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were shining. She fell in love with Wei Xiyan three years ago because of the painting "Homecoming", but she never thought that he would be her future employer.

"Okay, there is everything in the kitchen, just take it if you need it." Zhou Yun Sheng pointed to the cabinet.

The girl nodded hurriedly and was about to put on an apron, when she saw Zhao Jun hurriedly entering the door, and said solemnly, "Mr. Wei, the boss called just now and said that the nanny has been found, so you don't have to worry about it. You can continue painting, I Send this young lady out." After speaking, he pulled the girl out of Ning's house.

Not long after, a new nanny came to Ning Zhai. She was sixty-five years old, with a face like a dried orange peel.

Zhou Yun Sheng looked at each other up and down, and cursed inwardly as a pervert, but the corners of his mouth twitched quickly.