Goodnight, Mr. CEO!-Chapter 223 - win or lose
Chapter 223: Chapter 223 win or lose
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It was as if Lin Hanxing had a magical power that calmed all the Restless hearts. π³π§ππwπ²πnππ«ππ.πom
There were fine black hair scattered down from the side of her fair cheeks, adding an irresistible intoxicating feeling to her already exquisite and beautiful face. The mole at the corner of her eye made peopleβs hearts tremble involuntarily.
Yuan shaojingβs eyes were fixed on Lin Hanxing, but he didnβt seem to be looking at her.
It was as if he was reminiscing something through this face. Even the calmness that had been tempered through decades of ups and downs in the business world was instantly blown away like a gust of wind, making Yuan shaojing unable to control his surging memories.
He thought he had forgotten!
He also thought that he would be able to forget!
After so many years, he seemed to have almost forgotten how she looked like.
But in her dreams, guilt, emptiness, sadness, and suffering tormented her!
At that moment, Lin Hanxing had already finished writing!
She placed the two used brushes on the brush, and her fair fingers were stained with thick ink.
She slowly raised her head, her thick and long eyelashes fluttering as she looked at Yuan shaojing without a word.
She didnβt miss any of his expressions.
Naturally, she also saw the struggle in his eyes.
Lin Hanxing saw it clearly, and it was because of this that the sneer on her face became sharper.
Yuan SuSuβs mind went blank. She was the one who started writing first, but she still hadnβt finished writing.
Furthermore ...
She lowered her head and looked at the words in her hand in a daze, her eyes blank.
After the two of them put down their brushes, Yuan shaojing impatiently stood up and walked to Lin Hanxingβs side. As for Lei kangnian, he followed closely behind with a deep gaze. He had never seen his best friend lose his composure like this.
Cheng Lingyunβs eyes were fixed on Lin Hanxing, and her breathing seemed to be very stifled!
She was too much like her!
It wasnβt just their looks. Cheng Lingyun was even sure that she and that woman had no blood relationship at all!
However, the coldness and indifference that seeped out from his bones were too similar!
It made Cheng Lingyun feel extremely terrified!
Just as Yuan shaojing was about to approach, Lin Hanxing took a step back to put some distance between them.
The servant placed Lin Hanxingβs and Yuan SuSuβs works together and the difference was obvious!
Yuan SuSuβs writing style was very much in Yuan shaojingβs style. After all, she had been influenced by him since she was a child. However, the more she wrote, the more impetuous the strokes became. It was obvious that the heart of the person who wrote the words had begun to waver, so much so that the whole piece of work had been completely broken.
When Lei kangnian saw this, he felt a little regretful.
Susu, this child, really lacked training.
Lei kangnianβs eyes narrowed when he saw Lin Hanxingβs work.
The difference in strength was too obvious!
As for Yuan shaojing, his eyes were fixed on Lin Hanxingβs two paintings from the beginning to the end.
Both of them used their left and right hands to draw at the same time, but the strokes were strong and experienced. The painting of the left hand and the words of the right hand formed a sharp contrast!
It was hard to imagine that the left handβs gentle and desolate painting and the right handβs majestic and powerful calligraphy were both done by the same person at the same time. It was simply impossible!
However, Lin Hanxing loved to challenge the impossible.
βGood writing!β Lei min couldnβt help but ask.
As Jiang cityβs most famous and youngest antique collection appraiser, he had appraised many paintings and paintings. To be able to get Lei Jingβs approval, it was already enough to prove who had won todayβs competition.
When they heard that even Lei min had given an affirmative answer, Yan beixiaoβs mother, Yuan Bao, ran over to join in the fun.
Meanwhile, Lei Xiao quietly appeared beside Lin Hanxing.
βEh, this poem that little Hanxing wrote ...β
Yan Beichen raised his eyebrows ...
