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Zhou Yu received a summons from the traffic court within a week.
The body of the car was slightly damaged at some point, and no one was found approaching it when checking the video. When the car was sent for repair, they were informed that important parts had been sold out and please wait at least two years before coming back. The car was reduced to scrap metal within two years, and a search of sales records revealed that all related parts were purchased by a young lady from this city.
Zhou Yu couldn¡¯t help but smile as he took the bill.
It¡¯s not easy to offend her so easily. Wan Yun has always been a model of ladylike behavior, knowledgeable and reasonable, and likes to do things without words. When he was the most angry, he would only raise the corners of his eyes slightly, with a mocking and beautiful expression. At first I thought she wouldn't be tempted, so I tried all kinds of tricks. Wanyun accepted, but rarely responded and seemed still unmoved.
Until I saw her in the ward, I was inexplicably shocked. Wan Yun was seriously injured after the car accident, and doctors issued critical notices several times. Zhou Yu simply could not imagine that he would marry a disabled bride or bear the responsibilities of his life. He looked pale and did not dare to admit it.
It was a serious matter, but Wanyun didn't give him any chance to regret. After she calmly said goodbye, she called him out. Then, with amazing perseverance, he was on the verge of death and recovered bit by bit. Everyone in the Li family loves to talk. But after watching her entire recovery process, I never said anything in advance.
Such a big accident can be called a scandal, and the girl has to bear it on her own. No one in the world knows about their affair.
Wan Ling said to him with red eyes outside the ward: "You won, but you are really not a good person."
After recovering from the injury, Wan Yun looked like a martial arts master. Defeated in one move, he retired to the world. For many years, Zhou Yu could only suppress the media with all his strength, not allowing any negative news to appear in the newspapers, and treating it as a small compensation to her - even though Wanyun didn't care.
Zhou Yu never knew that he could have such complicated and intertwined feelings for a woman, guilt or admiration, including wonder, admiration, and possession. I have been waiting for many years. If she doesn't marry, he won't marry. It seems that there is still an oath. Until Feng Jian suddenly appeared - that man!
They are just young people who are eager to climb up, driven by interests, and give up when they need it. Wan Yun actually dares to marry! And if she made any move today, she immediately warned him, as if she was protecting something.
Someone¡¯s business card is on the table. Zhou Yu stared at the name, and then made a false cross over the word "Feng Jian" with his finger.
Wanyun attended the funeral of a real estate tycoon.
The old man¡¯s condition didn¡¯t last long, and painting seemed to be his last act of self-indulgence. However, the oil painting of his first love has not yet been completed, so he withdrew from this world. Now the girl's soft and melancholy face could only look at the funeral scene through the mirror frame.
It was raining lightly, it was dark, cold and damp. Not many people attended the funeral, and most of them only came because of the subsequent auction of property held by the tycoon.
Wearing a black suit, the curator lamented: ¡°I don¡¯t know if there will be anyone in this world who will spend such a large sum of money to paint my portrait.¡±
Wanyun said: "Probably not, you seem to be able to live longer than anyone else."
The curator said emotionally: "Oh, I still remember that my first love was called Jiaming, wearing white clothes and long trousers, and appearing on a rainy day with an umbrella -"
"You told me last time that his name was Jinsong."
The curator was annoyed: "That was my first love when I was fourteen. Can't it be replaced by someone else when I was fifteen?" After a while, he said as if he didn't care, "Alas, who is your Feng Jian's first love?" "
Wanyun said after a while: "I don't feel it."
The curator asked: "Why not? Isn't there now? Ah, don't be sad, Xiao Yunyun, then at least you are 100% sure now that your husband did not have the urge to paint his first love after his death¡ª¡ª"
The pastor standing next to him had a stern face: "Old man, can you be quiet? I haven't finished reading yet."
The auction after the funeral was huge. The old man originally came from a noble family and was keen on collecting during his lifetime. There are many things and they are expensive, and even a spoon has a great origin. The dazzling array of luxurious things made the curator even bid for them.
Wan Yun accompanied the curator and watched with some interest.
Among all things, only one thing was launched, and no one bid.
It is the unfinished oil painting.
The figures in the painting are lifelike, but the dye is still new and the painting is unfinished, so the low price is simply not worth it. The bidder shouted several times in succession, but no one was very interested and just whispered in the audience.
Wan Yun waited for a moment and then raised the curator's sign.
The curator was startled: "What?"
Wan Yun said: "Director Hu's real work is so famous, why do you have the nerve to see it wandering outside?"
??The curator quickly tried to snatch the sign back: "Oh, I'm not dead. I still have the chance to paint, so why buy my own."
The people on the stage only saw a bald head on the seat, squirming around accompanied by a certain beauty. In the end Wanyun compromised: "You hold the sign for me and I'll just pay."
The curator squinted and said, "Why do you have to buy it? Don't you also look down on his behavior?"
Wan Yun smiled: "It's just a feeling, I don't want to waste it."
The curator was stunned: "How come you are so similar to Feng Jian - even though you are sentimental and shameless."
Wanyun ignored him and bid according to the original price.
The process of picking up the painting was unexpectedly troublesome.
When Wanyun was filling in the identity verification, bank account number, and address, someone walked by, lifted the cloth on the oil painting, and sighed softly: "He actually loved him until his death."
Wanyun looked up and saw an old woman.
The dress is low-key and exquisite, and they just met at the funeral.
The old woman stared at the painting with her eyes, and said with a faint smile: "The painting is really like, really like. I don't know who the painter is. Forty years ago, she did look like this, even more beautiful."
Wan Yun was silent for a moment: "You are"
As if she couldn't bear to look at it anymore, the old woman casually covered the canvas and looked at Wanyun: "If you are willing to take a picture of this painting, you must know something about his story. And I can be considered a protagonist forty years ago." She sighed and smiled bitterly, "I was the one he gave up on."
Wanyun raised his eyes: "Are you his first love?"
Years passed by, and the old woman in front of her no longer looked as beautiful as she did when she was young. But the old man would rather paint a picture to commemorate his death than see him in person. How cowardly is he? She almost regretted buying this painting at such a high price.
Unexpectedly, the old woman was also surprised and said: "Me? Of course I'm not?"
who is she? Maybe the old man looked at Wanyun's expression with a bit of contempt at that time, so he told half of his story. A son from a rich family falls in love with a poor girl. However, the family has already arranged a fianc¨¦e for the young master. Compared with love and property, who should you choose¡ª¡ª
He chose a girl.
The old woman said calmly: "I am not his first love, I am just his former fianc¨¦e. He gave up the family business and married the person in the painting."
After ten years of hard work, the young master was finally able to gain a future on his own without relying on his family. Everything was looking forward to returning to the bright and positive side, and it was at this time that his wife was diagnosed with a serious illness.
"He died within a month, and he never married." The old woman said in a calm tone, but not very successfully, "I really envy her, he didn't let her suffer any injustice"
He does love her. He married her. He had not forgotten her.
That night, Wan Yun was quite absent-minded when she accompanied Feng Jian to the dinner party.
I didn¡¯t pay any attention to the voice of the speaker on the stage, I just felt dull and confused. She casually picked up the nearby wine glass, but was grabbed.
"This is what I ordered." Feng Jian said impatiently, "You ordered juice, how can you drink mine?"
Wan Yun looked up at him and said, "What should I do? I've already drank."
She continued to sip the liquid in the cup unmoved, and Feng Jian's face turned a little ugly.
The people around me were obviously out of sorts tonight, and they were out of their minds. After the events of the past few days, he couldn't help but doubt other aspects.
Under the light, Wan Yun lowered his face. The eyelashes are curled up and the fingers are slender.
Feng Jian looked at her, slightly lost in thought, then he couldn't help but frown and repeated: "You are so frivolous! How can you drink from other people's cups at will?"
Wanyun was suddenly aroused and said coldly: "You said this drink belongs to you? How can you prove it? Call it by name and it will agree to you? Don't be so naive." Then he drank the red wine in the glass and turned around. Leave.
After walking a few steps, Feng Jian suddenly called her from behind: "Li Wanyun? Li Wanyun? Li Wanyun?"
What does this guy want to do? Wan Yun was unmoved and continued to move forward, but Feng Jian continued to call her name from behind, in an extremely impatient and clear voice.
Wanyun walked a few more steps, and in order to calm down the trouble, he had no choice but to look back.
? Then he was stunned.
Away from the crowd, Feng Jian raised a proud look at her.
He pointed at the empty wine glass she had just put down, and then pointed at her again. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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