Please Take Me Home, Daddy - Chapter 880: Chapter 880

Laura quickly pressed the forward button on the electric wheelchair and rushed in one direction.
The nurse called her, "Laura! Laura! !"
She didn't even look back: "It's all right. I'm good at driving! I won't get hurt! !"
The nurse said anxiously, "No, you ran in the wrong direction!"
Laura:"......"
Laura turned around awkwardly. Suddenly, she saw a black figure jumping forward from the pasta!
Zayn rushed out like a cheetah!
He was still holding the phone in his hand. "There is an old woman collecting trash. She should have a pile of cardboards. Go find her!"
The bodyguard stationed outside the hospital were looking for him in a hurry.
Laura looked at Zayn disappearing in front of her pasta, a little dumbfounded.
The nurse walked up to her and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry?"
She hesitated for a moment and smiled, "Maybe it's an activity to find an old lady who collects waste?"
The nurse was speechless.
Susan took these waste products that she had just picked up today, pushed her cart diligently and sorted them out, including a drawing board with cardboard.
She took it out and found that the pasta was a painting.
Susan was about to step on it when a man suddenly came over and said, "What a beautiful painting."
Susan looked over in confusion.
The man combed his long hair and looked handsome. He held the painting in the air and looked at it carefully, "The painter and the composition look like they were drawn by a master. It's a pity to lose them."
He smiled and looked at the old lady. "Old man, where did you get this? Does the other party want it?"
Susan looked at him with disdain and said, "I picked it up from the ward."
The man was stunned and asked, "Did you pick it up?"
He suddenly wondered, "Did you steal it?"
The old lady grabbed the painting and said, "Who said I stole it? How could I steal from someone at such an age?" Do you have any proof? "This is mine, anyway. I took it from someone else's ward!"
The man looked at her suspiciously. Seeing that she was about to put the paper together again, he hurriedly stopped her and said, "Wait a minute. Since there is no master of this painting, how about this? I'll buy it and give you 50 dollars!"
The old lady looked at him suspiciously.
The man took out a fifty-dollar bill and handed it to her, "Is that all right?"
Hearing this, Susan didn't say a word. She looked at the sun to tell whether the fifty dollars were true or false and nodded to the man to take them away.
The man happily held the painting and got into the car.
It didn't take long before Zayn found the old man and asked kindly, "Old man, there is a painting missing in our ward. The surveillance camera records show that you secretly took our painting without our permission. Could you please return it to us?"
He thinks he's got a good temper.
But unexpectedly, the old woman stared at him, clapped her thighs, sat on the ground, and began to howl: "Oh, this beautiful young man wronged me! You are unreasonable!"
Zayn:"?"
The old lady continued to howl: "Who said I stole your things, I am so old, can I still steal your things?" !"
Zayn's expression gradually disappeared and he said coldly, "It has nothing to do with your age. Just one more thing, you stole my painting. Where is it?"
As she spoke, several burly men slowly surrounded the old man and looked down at her.
Zayn was impatient. He looked down at Ruth and said, "Give me my painting."
Susan stopped crying abruptly and looked at him in fear, "I sold the painting."
Her lower lip was a little trembling and she stammered, "A young man bought my painting for 50 dollars and just left."
Zayn frowned. "Dodge, check the surveillance camera."
He asked the old woman again, "What did that man look like?"
Susan shook her head and said pitifully, "I don't remember it when I get old. I just remember that he has long hair."
Zayn motioned for his men to record the video. "Again, who did you give that painting to? Where did you get it?"
Susan stammered, "It was just... It was taken from the pasta in the ward. I thought it was a piece of paper and no one cares about it, so I took it away."
Zayn's face darkened and he raised his voice abruptly, "Why don't I throw away the waste but put it in my own ward! Taking without asking is stealing! Don't you understand? !"
Susan was so frightened that she almost cried. She complained, "Why don't you close the door yourself? I really thought you didn't need it."
Zayn gritted his back teeth.
She was so old that she dared to do anything.
He turned around and asked his men to look for the man with long hair.
There's an open parking lot nearby.
Maybe the guy's already out in his car.
Laura waited in the ward for an hour before Zayn entered the pasta with a dark face.
However, Zayn was empty-handed and looked guilty.
She instantly understood, "I didn't find it."
Zayn frowned and said, "The old man sold your painting without leaving his contact information. He gave you cash. The surveillance camera in that place was just an ornament. It didn't record the man."
He said guiltily, "Sorry, Laura. I've asked someone to keep looking."
Laura was a little disappointed.
Unfortunately, she paints so well.
She touched the back of his hand comfortingly and said, "It's not a big deal. You worked very hard. Anyway, my painting is worthless. I will draw another one for you."
Zayn was still guilty, with a sad look on his face. He didn't answer her.
Laura said generously, "They bought the painting. Maybe they just want to hang it in the pasta at home. It doesn't matter. Don't feel guilty. It's not a big deal. I can draw another one. My painting is worthless."
She smiled and held the eustoma grandiflorum to him. "Look! Isn't this your favorite kikyo? You don't like it, do you? "
When Zayn heard this, the gloom on his face dissipated a little and took away her flower. "Who said she didn't like it?"
He couldn't help but say, "I like it very much."
Laura looked at him with a smile and sighed faintly, thinking that her painting would never come back.
At the same time, the man handed over Laura's painting to Ms. Taylor.
Ms. Taylor looked at it and her eyes lit up: "The composition, brushwork, light and shadow are all perfect! But it's totally different from what you did before. Did you do it? !"
The man smiled treacherously, "Of course not. I picked it up on the roadside and an old lady tried to sell it as scrap. It's a waste."
He said stealthily, "I didn't find any similar words on Baidu. I even found an expert to identify it. This painting was just finished this ounce and hadn't even seen anyone before it came into my hands!"