Chapter 644: Song family's anger

Huaxiaguo, Songjia.
Song Mingyi, who is the owner of the Song family, screamed and slammed on the desk.
"What do you say? My son Song Jia died in Paris? How is it dead? Roll! Go and check it out!"
After hearing the information reported by the people under his hand, Song Mingyi blinked his eyes and could not believe that this was the fact that his baby son Song Jia had lost his life in Paris.
"The homeowner is angry, we checked. The body of the big and the young was discovered in the bombing case in Paris this morning. It has been burnt. But our people have determined through DNA testing that it is big or small. We checked it, big. Less this time to Paris is actually to start Chen Chenling of Chen's family, but I don't know why, the people of the JK party and the JK party have had a contradiction, and then they were brought over by the JK party. But we later found out. Returning to the hotel, according to the hotel's waiter, the young and the abducted Chen Xueling of Chen's family and the mixed-race Sally, and then there was an explosion... But the two women of Chen’s family have nothing to do with it. No, we suspect that this incident has something to do with the Su Lin who accompanied Chen Xueling to Paris. The big and the young are probably dead in the hands of Surin..."
The people under Song Mingyi slammed the results of the investigation, and Song Mingyi said with a gnashing voice: "Su Lin? Is the Su Lin? Qin family's prospective son-in-law who is very popular in Beijing?"
"Yes! The owner is him. We investigated his background. The military listed him as the first secret file, but we still saw it. The result was shocking. The things before the dwarf country. It seems to be Surin. What came out, there is some other evidence. It also shows that Surin is the most likely to kill the big and small people... This is the specific information..."
After handing over a stack of detailed information, Song Mingyi swept a few eyes and his face sank. "It can't be wrong. It must have been done by Surin, and my order is passed. Send out the chasing of our Song family." Order, no matter what way, you must bring this Su Lin to me. Live to see people die to see the dead."
"Follow!"
Looking at the hand and conveying the order, Song Mingyi sat in a soft position, and his only son was so dead. This is something he can't accept. Although Song Jia is more embarrassed, he has planned a future life path for Song Jia. If he can't marry Chen Jia, he will try to marry the ancient family or the Yuan family who stepped back. In short, the Song family has not been as beautiful as ever since the retreat of Song Lao, but it is still a huge thing. There is no need to fear any family and forces. Even the ancient chairman has to give the Song family some face.
But now, Song Jia is dead, still so grievous and the little punks in Paris died together. How can this make Song Mingyi swallow this breath. And all kinds of signs indicate that Surin is the most capable and likely to kill Song Jia. Song Mingyi will not wait until all the evidence is conclusive. He would rather kill one thousand and not let one, and his son. A person who has a relationship with death. All must die.
However, Su Lin is far away in Paris. I don't know if I killed Song Jia, but I also passed back the Song family of Huaxia, and the Song family began to take revenge on him.
Now Su Lin, just finished painting, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and smiled and told the people about the intention of this painting. However, in fact, Surin does not have to say that everyone has also seen it from the Eight Immortals in the painting.
Marshall of the European Oil Painting Association stepped forward and took Surin's hand and exclaimed: "Scorpio! If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I really couldn't imagine it. Such a spiritual painting turned out to be Painted out in such a short period of time. Sunny, you are really a genius! Absolute genius! God, God must let you save the world, let you bring beauty to the world..."
Marshall took Surin's hand and looked at Surin's eyes as if it were the foundation. The mouth screamed and uttered all the praises he knew.
For the first time, Surin was praised by a foreigner, and he was a little embarrassed. Moreover, watching more media come forward to interview, he felt that he seemed to be a bit too glamorous. Fortunately, he was wearing a hat and The mask came.
"President Marshall, then I will hand it over to you. I will not come in the afternoon auction."
Anyway, they have already appeared in the exhibition hall. Su Lin is not planning to participate in the afternoon auction, because he knows that Chen Xueling is also planning to fly back to China after the exhibition in the morning, so he is a personal bodyguard. Returning to China.
"You are not coming? What a pity! Sunny, members of our association, waiting for you to exchange experiences with them! How can you just leave?"
Marshall was still unfinished and wanted to pull Surin. He wanted to let Sulindo stay for a while, but Surin saw the eyes of Sally and Chen Xueling looking at their doubts. Su Lin knew that it was the two who recognized themselves. Suddenly, Su Lin sighed. By the neutral position of the toilet, she greeted Liu Yizhi and paused the time. She slipped out of the venue and returned to the hotel.
"Where is sun going?"
"Mysterious disappeared?"
"The genius painter, mysterious disappeared in the exhibition hall?"
......
When the media found out that the genius painter SUN, who had been waiting for a long time, had not come out of the toilet, she knew that the sun was afraid of the soles of her feet. The disappointed media are not willing to go back, so their main firepower has forced Liu Yizhi, who knows the most about sun, to make Liu Yizhi sway, and in the absence of revealing the true identity of Surin, It is possible to give the media a story about sunny.
Sally, who was not interviewed by Sunny, was very disappointed and went out from the exhibition hall with Chen Xueling. She went back to the hotel and prepared to pack things. She took the afternoon flight back to China.
"Really disappointing, Xue Ling sister, why do you want to hide your identity in this sunny? For us Chinese people in the limelight in Europe, looked up in the world of painting, this is a good thing! Why should he cover himself? Face?"
Sally muttered her mouth and said unwillingly.
"Maybe this is the idea of ​​a good man!"
When Chen Xueling and Sally just walked out of the exhibition hall, they were shouted by one person.
"Xue Ling, it's really you, great, you can find you."
Looking towards the sound, Chen Xueling saw that the person came to be his own mentor. Mimo, the vice president of the European Oil Painting Association, was pleasantly surprised: "The tutor is good. I didn't see you when I was at the venue. I thought you were this time. Didn't come! I didn't expect it to come before I left."
"Xue Ling, I have been looking for you in the venue for a long time. I have something to ask you." Mimo said.
"What? Tutor, you can say it!"
Chen Xueling is also curious, her own tutor, what can I do for yourself?
"It's about the mysterious genius painter sunny, do you know him?" Mimo asked tentatively.
"I?"
Chen Xueling wondered and smiled. "Guide, how can I know him? Such a talented painter, if I can recognize it, I will be fine."
"But, Xueling, are you not the vice president of the Academy of Fine Arts of Qingbei University? I heard it in person, and Sunny claimed to be a student of Qingbei University. You have such a talented painter in your school. Is this yours? The dean of the Academy of Fine Arts didn’t even know it?

Mimo looked at Chen Xueling with a puzzled look. "Do you want to hide the true identity for this sunny like Liu?"
"What? What did you say to the instructor?"
When I heard Mimo say this, Chen Xueling was surprised to open her mouth. "You said that this talented painter sunny is our student at Qingbei University?"
"Yes, this is what Sunny said to me and President Marshall. Xueling, you really don't know him?" Mimo said.
"I don't know. Our school has such a painting genius. How can I not know the dean of this art school? Scorpio! I must be crazy."
Chen Xueling touched her head and said.
PS: Third!