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Chapter 56

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    A certain figure in the art circle who is engaged in a high-level profession is accustomed to sitting in a spacious and bright office every day when the sun sets, listening to classical music, and browsing the latest gossip magazines of the week to the melodious violin accompaniment.

    There was a slight knock on the door, and then it was unscrewed.

    "Xiao Yunyun, I won't care about you being late. Let's put the painting first -" The curator looked up and opened his eyes in surprise, "Hey, you brought a coolie today? Does it look familiar?"

    Coolie removed his eyes behind Wan Yun.

    The curator had obviously recognized the person. He sat up from the large boss chair, leaned over and looked Feng Jian up and down freshly, "Rare guest, rare guest." When he stared at Wan Yun again, he was stunned and said in a fuss,  "Xiao Yunyun, what's wrong with your little hands?"

    The palms that were originally jade-like are now red and green at the tiger's mouth, swollen.

    Wan Yun avoided talking about it and just said lightly: "Does the curator know that if you press this acupuncture point on your palm when you are sick and uncomfortable, it will have analgesic effect - provided," Wan Yun said slowly, "provided that you don't  Pinch other people's hands until they become swollen."

    The curator blinked his little eyes, puzzled.

    Feng Jian had to defend herself: "I got off work early today and came here specifically to accompany you to move the paintings."

    Wan Yun looked at him: "How considerate."

    Feng Jian frowned: "I took you to see a doctor but I refused."

    Wanyun said: "How do you want me to explain it to others?"

    Feng Jian said without hesitation: "Why do you need to explain to others?"

    Wan Yun said helplessly: "I don't care, but my mother will definitely question you in every possible way."

    Feng Jian was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "Then on the way back, buy some blood-stasis-removing medicinal wine."

    ¡°¡­still so considerate.¡±

    The curator was not satisfied with being completely excluded from the dialogue.

    He coughed repeatedly and said to Feng Jian with a bright smile: "Last time I was in a hurry and didn't introduce myself, but I'm so famous, you must know me in major newspapers. We all know each other so well, don't compliment me anymore, you call me like a cloud.  As long as you are young. On the surface, I am Xiao Yunyun¡¯s boss, but in fact, I am Xiao Yunyun¡¯s lover for many years.¡±

    Wan Yun looked at the curator with a half-smile but did not refute.  Feng Jian stretched out his hand nonchalantly: "Good afternoon, Mr. Hu, I am Feng Jian."

    The curator felt a little sad for the first time in front of the couple.

    Out of the few remaining professional qualities, when Wanyun was busy, the curator, as the host, took Feng Jian for a brief tour of the museum.

    The curator has seen a lot about the rich people in the circle who pursue arty pursuits, and is willing to make money from them.  Feng Jian was not a writer in front of him, and he was not expected to pay for it. Therefore, the curator was not very attentive to the whole process and was not keen on explaining it.

    Feng Jian was not interested, but looked at it seriously.

    The curator was a little surprised: "Do you know this?"

    Feng Jian shook his head: "I don't understand. But at least I know that these represent art."

    Before leaving, the curator handed Feng Jian an invitation.

    "Love will come or not."

    After finishing speaking, he left without saying a word.

    Wan Yun took it and was a little surprised: "The curator actually gave you this. Tickets for this kind of exhibition are not given to outsiders. My mother told me the day before yesterday that she didn't get the tickets from Director Hu."

    Feng Jian didn't feel flattered at all: "Very good, how much can I get by selling it?" She thought again, "Maybe it can be given as a favor to some specific people."

    Wan Yun was silent for a moment: "How about we go together."

    Feng Jian looked at her: "You want to go? How much can you pay for my ticket?"

    Wan Yun remained silent and spread his injured right hand in front of him.

    Feng Jian frowned and looked at her.

    When everyone went back to their respective rooms, Feng Jian called her again.

    Wan Yun walked slowly, only willing to stop at Feng Jian's door.  Feng Jian had already entered the house by herself. He turned his back to her and lowered his head to fiddle with the safe in the house.  After finishing the triple lock, he was about to take out a paper bag and hand it to Wanyun behind him, but found that she was standing far away.

    "Why don't you come over?"

    Wan Yun then walked in, took it and asked curiously: "What is this?"

    Opening it, I found that the contents inside looked very familiar.  The little things she lost to Feng Jian because of playing video games were all wrapped up in it.

    "Give it back to you." Feng Jian said with a slightly regretful expression.

    Wan Yun was speechless for a moment. He lowered his head and counted his long-lost watches, necklaces and brooches. After a while, he raised his eyes and said, "You actually gave them back to me. Are you apologizing for last night?"

     Feng Jian frowned: "What happened in the past must be willing to admit defeat. What happened yesterday, I didn't know your bones were so brittle. Also, I think you should take calcium supplements."

    Wanyun put on his watch: "Well, even though it didn't sound right, it's still a decent apology."

    Feng Jian has been busy in the past few days.

    Li¡¯s corporate relationships are complicated and the reforms are complicated.  Feng Jian's work style is incompatible with this place. If it weren't for the secret support of He Long and Wan Ling, it would be almost difficult.

    People have centers of gravity. Once they are focused on this aspect, they are neglected on that aspect.  Feng Jian fell behind a lot with his company's affairs, so he had to take up other time.  Until attending the curator's private exhibition, the secretary still took the time to report to him.

    At present, Zhou Yu has taken charge of Hun Sen Automotive.  Zhou originally had strong power, but now he suddenly favors small companies and seems to be very popular among shareholders.

    Feng Jian finally asked his secretary to continue to pay close attention to Zhou Yu's developments.  That man of the same age didn't have a good impression on him. If Zhou Yu's initial investment could be explained by good company prospects, his series of actions seemed a bit too threatening.  Feng Jian wasn't sure what he felt from this person, but it was always right to be careful.

    Wan Yun was also in the car.

    When they were talking about official business as if no one was around, she remained silent.

    The driver stopped the car and left the two of them at the door, and the secretary returned in the car.  Wan Yun pulled Feng Jian, pursed her lips and was about to say something, when the curator behind him was already rushing toward the two of them like the wind.

    He is not alone.

    Behind him was a young man with blond hair and blue eyes. His face was like a Greek statue and he was extremely handsome.

    The curator said in a tone of obviously suppressed excitement but obviously unsuccessful: "I am not alone in front of you two. Let me introduce you, this is my Xiao Ke. adeirendeklein."

    Feng Jian frowned: "What?"

    "Adria Underklein." The curator said modestly, "You can call him Xiaoke. Well, the relationship between him and I doesn't need any introduction."

    Feng Jian was silent for a moment: "Is your son a mixed race?"

    The curator was stunned and almost cursed: "Who said he is my son?"

    Wan Yun suppressed a smile and explained to Feng Jian: "Our curator is very knowledgeable and likes to find young men to develop and discuss art. The curator has a distinguished position, so his partners are always changing. Often I can't remember the name well.  New people change.¡±

    Feng Jian was already shaking hands with the foreigner and said casually: "Anyway, Mr. Hu has pretty good taste."

    The curator was confused: "Do you think I'm dead?"

    Wan Yun said: "The curator has a high eye, but it's a pity that he is confused about small things. Sometimes he looks for people with more talent but less intelligence, and sometimes he looks for people with appearance but no intelligence."

    But the foreigner understood their conversation, raised his clear and beautiful eyebrows, and asked in authentic Chinese: "What? Are you doubting my relationship with Hu? Do you think I have the six characters "appearance but no wisdom" written on my forehead?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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