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    Feng Jian finally couldn't help but said: "Li Wanyun."

    The other party responded lightly, then looked away from the window.

    "Does your waist still hurt?" Feng Jian asked casually, her mouth went dry immediately, and she was so troubled that she wanted to open the car door and end her life on the highway.

    Wan Yun couldn¡¯t help but remain silent.  "Thanks to you." Fang replied, "It's better." After another pause, "Why are you still wearing the suit from that day?"

    ¡°¡­It¡¯s not the same one, that one has been dry-cleaned. But I¡¯m used to buying two suits of the same style at one time.¡±

    "good habits."

    This kind of useless conversation happened intermittently, and it was still happening frequently when we reached the villa in the middle of the mountain.

    Before dinner, neither of them could stand it anymore, so they had no choice but to remain silent.  And Zhen's mother saw that the young lady and uncle with such auras went back to their respective rooms without even raising their faces to each other. She couldn't believe the nonsense that the madam said, "The relationship between the couple is obviously very good."

    On Thursday, Wan Yun went to a private art gallery alone

    The most deserted and elegant place in the city is now bustling with activity. Many professors from the art department and well-known painters in the industry have been invited to participate in the exhibition.  The curator dressed as a black version of Santa Claus was surrounded by the crowd. He looked serious and worried about the country and the people. He told reporters that "on the influence, innovation and development of cutting-edge art creation in the end of this world, it is influenced by Greece" and other basic grammatical errors.  topic.

    Wan Yun smiled and only gestured to the curator from a distance, with no intention of approaching the media.

    She walked in the empty museum, occasionally stopping in front of a certain painting and taking off the number next to it.  But after only an hour, Wan Yun lit up a cigarette in the smoking area and looked around leisurely.

    Today, according to the theme, the background of the wall covering in the hall is set to an infectious color, with red background and white stripes, and blooming flowers in the corners, which looks like a live version of Monet.  Imported davidaustin garden roses, the bottom of the petals are cheese yellow, and only the edges of the petals are rendered with a little red rose.

    Such unbridled color and fragrance bloom with life and exhausting beauty.

    Wanyun once learned flower arranging, and the flower arranger told her to be extra cautious in the layout of bright colors.  As a result, the work she made with nineteen roses and five sprigs of chrysanthemums made the other party unable to say a word.

    She looks light on the outside, but she actually likes rich things in her heart.  Someone knew this well. The first time she gave her a peony, it was as big as her face. When she climbed over the wall, she held the flower in her mouth.  She heard a noise late at night and pushed the window open, and what she saw was the flower and the eyes.

    The cigarette burned out quickly. Wan Yun took one last look at the blooming roses, prepared to turn around and leave, and then paused.

    At the corner of the hall, someone looked at her from a distance for a long time, and a tall figure swept across the floor.  The man's face couldn't be seen clearly against the backlight, but Wan Yun knew who he was.

    Wan Ling once asked her: What kind of man is Zhou Yu?

    Wan Yun looked away, Wan Ling thought she was avoiding answering, but in fact she had nothing to say.  A cigarette burns for thirteen minutes, and she knows that person no longer.

    The man's face was a painting of Dorian Gray, wearing a black sweater and a white shirt, with his hands in his pockets. He walked towards her calmly, his eyes not missing any expression - his favorite psychological warfare, refusing to welcome, bluffing,  Be determined in your heart and you will get what you want.

    Walking up to her, her leather shoes were shiny.  "Yunyun, long time no see." He said softly and lowly.

    Wan Yun frowned slightly and said calmly: "Zhou Yu."

    Zhou Yu didn't care about her indifference. He just looked away with a smile, casually pulled out a rose from the flowers behind him, and didn't offer it to her. He just played with it back and forth with his slender fingers and remained silent.

    This scene is extremely romantic, and it seems that there is only one camera missing.  The man is excellent and the woman is beautiful. Standing in the richly colored hall, they seem to be deeply in love with each other.

    Wan Yun lowered his eyes and picked up another cigarette from the cigarette case: "Is there a fire?"

    Zhou Yu smiled, naturally took out the Dupont from his pocket, and lit it for her with a "pop" sound.

    Wan Yun only held the white smoke between her slender fingers, and her face could not be seen clearly in the smoke.  She said lightly: "Thank you", and wanted to leave without looking at him again. However, in an instant, her expression changed slightly.

    Zhou Yu held her hand instead: "I want to pursue you."

    Wan Yun was silent for a moment: "I should thank you? It's a pity that I'm married."

    "It has no effect on me." Zhou Yu raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Who did you marry? Oh, I have already met that person, and he is now my subordinate. Feng Jian, right? It seems that ten years later, you will also  Just based on my appearance, I found something even more vulgar and bad.alternatives.  "

    Wanyun shook off his hand and looked at him slightly.

    Zhou Yu looked at her and asked leisurely: "Are you angry?"

    "No, I was just thinking about what you just said." Wan Yun was silent for a moment, and then said in a unique clear voice, "That's right, nothing you say now will have any impact on me."

    She gracefully extinguished the unsmoked cigarette in her hand in the ashtray, and then walked closer.  Zhou Yu only felt that his right hand was empty, and Wan Yun had inserted the rose he had held before into the flower bush again.

    Wan Yun took out another item from his bag and said calmly: "I should have returned it to you a long time ago."

    Zhou Yu has always been a person who is too proud to chase. At this moment, he watched her thin back disappear and clenched the lighter in his hand.

    After using the worn silver zippo, she finally returned it to him.

    When Wanyun went downstairs, the curator who finally got out came up to him with a red face.  He said smugly: "It's hard not to be vain, because there are always many people who support me."

    Wanyun just said a faint "hmm" and then gave him the card in his hand: "This is what I chose."

    The curator took her to the front desk and muttered: "I feel like you are particularly polite today."

    As he entered the number, the young man at the front desk said angrily: "Oh, curator, it can't be done."

    The curator sneered: "Who said I can't do it?"

    Even Wanyun couldn¡¯t help but cast a sidelong glance at the curator, and the young man blushed even more and said coyly: ¡°Oh, it¡¯s just painting that¡¯s not good. A few minutes ago, all the oil paintings selected by Miss Li have been ordered.¡±

    The curator didn¡¯t take it seriously: ¡°Cancel it, keep it all for my little Yunyun.¡±

    At this time, a gentle voice came from the side: "Director Hu, this is against the rules."

    Wan Yun and the curator looked to the side. The young man in a suit and leather shoes had an unfamiliar face, but the aggressive posture looked familiar to him.

    "I am Lawyer Zheng." The young man showed his white teeth and stretched out his hand towards the curator, but his eyes looked at Wan Yun deeply, "I work for Mr. Zhou."

    Wan Yun was noncommittal, but the curator held the other person's hand and whispered, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

    The other party was silent for a moment, then withdrew his hand and decided to ignore this sentence wisely. However, just as he was about to speak, Wan Yun said lightly: "Of course I understand the rules," and then looked at the front desk, "I will increase the sale price by 1.5 times.  Buy at the right price. The deposit will be deducted from my account and I will sign."

    Lawyer Zheng said calmly: "Twice the total price."

    Wan Yun was silent for a moment, as if he had made up his mind: "I will increase it to 2.5 times."

    Lawyer Zheng smiled slightly: "Maybe I don't understand the value of artworks. But I have always been the best lawyer in the industry. Ms. Li, you'd better not discuss the ownership of the subject matter with me."

    Five minutes later, Lawyer Zheng left with a calm and satisfied expression.

    Before leaving, he whispered to Wan Yun: "Miss Li, you know Mr. Zhou's feelings for you." He smiled and said, "And my professional advice to you is that before raising the price, you must know your own  What¡¯s the cost?¡±

    Wan Yun lowered his eyes and said nothing, and placed his hands lightly on the table.

    The curator watched him go away and commented: "The law school exam has recently been made less difficult, or is he just that stupid?" Then he gently scratched his scalp with his five fingers, "It doesn't matter if he is arrogant, but before he raised the price,  At least I should find out that the paintings you took today are all signed painters from your own gallery. So, he spent five times the price to buy the oil painting from you, just to talk nonsense for one second? "

    Wan Yun still didn¡¯t speak, and his expression couldn¡¯t be seen.

    The curator, no longer malicious, glanced at her secretly: "Did Xiao Zheng just mention Mr. Zhou? Well, old love or something? I'm not talking about you, Xiao Yunyun, although you have a good mind and appearance -  Well, luckily you have a good mind and good looks, but your personality is still too dull and rigid. You are really not very good at life, relationships, and various social interactions. Listen to me¡ª"

    Wan Yun picked up her bag: "I will be careful. I want to leave first."

    The curator muttered behind her: "You are really weird today. Is Feng Jian dying?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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