Chapter 223

Mu Nansheng was taken aback, took the scroll, and asked uncertainly, "Don't you want money?"

He Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then I will collect the money now?"

"Don't, don't, don't."

Mu Nansheng hurriedly took the painting away and handed it to Nan Tsai.

He Heng chuckled, lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

Thinking that the wooden box his mother left for him should still be in He Heng's hands, Mu Nansheng said, "Well... Did Jing Chen give you a wooden box for you to open?"

After thinking about it, He Heng replied slowly, "Don't even mention it, there really is one."

Mu Nansheng opened his eyes wide and looked at He Heng expectantly, "Then have you opened it?"

Hearing this, He Heng seemed to have encountered some difficulty, frowned, and replied with regret, "The pattern on the box is too strange, and there is no mechanism, so it cannot be opened for the time being."

Hearing this, Mu Nansheng nodded disappointedly.

He Heng narrowed his eyes, "Is this box related to you?"

Mu Nansheng raised his head in surprise, "How do you know?"

"cut--"

He Heng smiled helplessly, "It's not your husband's good deed. I'm worried that I won't help if I know it's yours, so I remind him that it's his own."

Mu Nansheng didn't react for a while, and was taken aback.

He Heng continued, "It's just that he still wants to lie to me, and really rubbed my IQ on the ground."

Mu Nansheng saw He Heng's slightly flustered look, and paused, "Then you know it's mine, so you still want to drive it?"

"if not?"

He Heng said angrily, and knocked on the sandalwood table, "It just aroused my curiosity, so I will continue to try to open it, and I will tell you when I open it."

"Okay!" Mu Nansheng heaved a sigh of relief after receiving a reassuring answer, "Then I will wait for the day you open it."

"Okay, okay! You guys go on shopping, and take that painting away quickly, so that I won't be hurt for a while."

Just got a free calligraphy and painting, Mu Nansheng couldn't hide his joy, he agreed happily and left the antique shop with Lin Yiran.

As soon as Mu Nansheng left, He Heng took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Gu Jingchen.

[Brother Chen, your wife and your son took a piece of calligraphy and painting from me, you can figure it out yourself. 】

Not long after, He Heng received a message from Gu Jingchen.

【Thank you! 】

just this?

He Heng was dumbfounded. After waiting for a long time, he didn't see any new news from Gu Jingchen.

He Heng's heart ached so much at this moment, he immediately put down his phone and drank a cup of tea to ease his complicated mood at the moment.

Really picky!

This is He Heng's evaluation of Gu Jingchen.

Here, after leaving the antique shop, Mu Nansheng hugged the painting box and brought Nan Tsai back to the original booth.

The one who sells safety buttons is a kind old man.

Seeing Nan Zai, the old man stroked his beard and smiled kindly, "Miss, have you found the child?"

Mu Nansheng smiled apologetically, "I'm really sorry for affecting your business just now."

"It's all right." The old man shook the cattail fan in his hand, "Just pay attention to the children in the future."

Mu Nansheng nodded, and then bought a few more safety buckles.

After getting the safety buckle, Mu Nansheng fastened it to Nan Zai's wrist first.

Nan Zai looked at the safety button happily, and shook his hand.

"Nan Zai, you must always keep this safety buckle with you from now on, keep it safe!"

Nan Zai hummed, and then asked, "Mum, can I give this to Qingqing? I want to give it to her when I go to kindergarten."

Mu Nansheng slapped his forehead, "I almost forgot about Qingqing."

"Then why don't you choose one for Qingqing?"

Nan Zai nodded heavily, and tiptoed to choose a safety buckle that he thought was the best looking.

Lin still looked at all kinds of safety buttons, and suddenly felt that there was someone who was suitable for this.

Coincidentally, he should also come to the banquet tonight, which can be given to him as a gift.

Looking at a maple-leaf red safety button, Lin Yiran picked it up and paid.

Cough, who will Lin Yiran's Ping An buckle be given to?