Chapter 917: Mid-Levels House

"Really?" Qi Mufeng's eyes lit up, with a earning look, he asked suspiciously: "No regrets?"
"Say no two, don't go back." Tangning looked at him with a smile, and said, "As long as you can beat me."
"Okay, you say how to bet." He looked at Tangning and asked.
Tangning looked at the mansion halfway up the mountain and smiled meaningfully. The two of them walked towards the mountainside while talking about winning or losing...
Coming to the middle of the mountain, before the sun had set, Qi Mufeng knocked on the door, and it was an old man who came out to open the door.
"Old man, my brother and I are passing by here. Seeing that it is too late, I want to spend the night here. I wonder if it would be convenient?" Qi Mufeng asked, with a friendly smile on his face, making him already outstanding. The face looks even more striking.
The old man glanced at the big and the small two, and saw that both the big and the small were very good-looking. The old man raised his hand, motioned them to leave, and was about to close the door.
However, Qi Muyuan stretched out his hand to block the old man's action to close the door, and smiled: "Old man, we have been hungry for a day. The sky will be dark and there will be nowhere to rest down the mountain. Please make it easier for the elderly! We can pay the loan fee."
The old man opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound. At this moment, a voice came from inside.
"Lao Zhang, please come in since there are guests. What is it like to be blocked at the door?"
Tangning and Qi Mufeng outside the house heard that the voice was like a middle-aged man. After hearing the middle-aged man's voice, the old man opened the door and let them in.
As soon as she entered, Tangning paused, her eyes seemed to be inadvertently swept, looking at the layout of this house, it looked like the layout of an ordinary house, but the difference was that there were fences on both sides. On the wall, there are paintings.
And in the open space in the courtyard, in front of the long table, a middle-aged man in grey clothes was holding a pen in his hand, and he seemed to be painting there. Even when they came in, he did not look up.
Qi Mufeng saw the paintings hanging in this courtyard, and saw that the host’s family was painting in front of him, so he stepped forward and watched from one side. The picture on the scroll was a young man in white who was holding a sword and attacking The momentum, whether it is demeanor or imposing manner, has been drawn into a three-pointer, lifelike.
Seeing the middle-aged man put down his paintbrush and prayed for the wind to bow his hand, he smiled and praised: "Zunjia's painting skills are really amazing. This character is so vivid and lifelike, which is really impressive."
"Hahaha."
The middle-aged man, who put down his paintbrush, smiled and looked at the praying wind standing to his side. He saw the young man dressed in red, his face was outstanding and difficult to distinguish between male and female, his ink hair was tied at random, and his whole body was unrestrained. Xiaojie's wanton, praised: "The son has a good temperament."
"Respect the driver too much." Qi Mufeng said with a smile.
The middle-aged man looked at the child on the side and saw that it was a five-year-old child with a small bald head. His appearance was also very good, his eyes flashed slightly, and he smiled: "This little boy is really cute."
Tang Ning curled her eyebrows and grinned with a squinted smile. Her delicate face was full of innocence.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled and said to Qi Mufeng: "Since the two are passing by and staying overnight, let's rest here tonight! In this house, I and Lao Zhang are the only ones. I like to paint. You can see my paintings everywhere in this mansion. I have eaten in a while, and I will take you two to enjoy it?"