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Chapter 86

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    The winter solstice is a good day.

    Companies are busy with New Year's Eve matters, and people in the industry are busy getting married.

    I don¡¯t know what method Zhou Yu used, but the roses halfway up the mountain actually bloomed vigorously in the cold wind of winter.  A patch of white, dazzling red, full of impetuousness.

    This scene has even attracted some tourists to watch.

    Wanyun frowned slightly as his car drove past them.

    The engagement invitation for the third daughter of the gambling king was delivered. The curator rushed back from outside, filled with coldness, glanced at the invitation, and then quickly looked away to walk away.

    Wanyun raised his eyebrows: "Come back from the tryst again?"

    The curator yelled: "That's weird, I've seen your husband less often than you recently! I'm also very busy!"

    Wan Yun casually put down the invitation, "Do you want to come with us to get engaged?"

    The curator, who has always loved to join in the fun, modestly said he would not join in the fun this time.

    Wanyun is a little strange.

    "You know what happened between me and Mengmeng." He said lightly, "I won't go, I won't go."

    The curator has always been a romantic figure, with a playboy style. When he was young, he was conceited about his talent, flirted with women, and incurred a lot of love debts.  But when he met his opponent, he met the then-diva and fell in love at first sight.  The incident of the curator and the gambling king snatching women caused quite a stir and is still a legend today.

    Unexpectedly, the beautiful woman¡¯s heart had already been divorced, and she married into a wealthy family a few months later.

    Wan Yun once heard He Long melancholy recalling the grandeur of the wedding, which shocked the whole city.

    The curator is frustrated in love, his character has not changed, and he is still carefree and playful in the world - but he has directly changed the general direction of his life.

    Now, it is the twenty-fifth year since the gambling king¡¯s first wife, Chang Yanmeng, died of throat cancer. The gambling king¡¯s wife has married into the fifth wife, and the curator¡¯s new boyfriend has changed to the nth power of five.

    The curator looked at the invitation: "Where are you going? What's there to see? Now that I see Mengmeng's daughter, I still feel uncomfortable. That old bastard is quite sensible and didn't send me an invitation without being sentimental, hum!"

    Wan Yun said: "Do you hate it?"

    The curator held the invitation and remained silent for a moment.

    "Oh, it's nothing actually." He took off his wig, slowly scratched his bald head, showing his bright white teeth, and said a little shyly, "I really liked Mengmeng at the beginning, but she didn't like me anyway. How can I do that?"  What can I do? Later, others chased her away, but it was useless for me. After so many years, who do you think I hate better now? Mengmeng has always been good to me, and that old bastard also felt guilty because of  , they secretly bought my paintings during the few years when I was in decline, and I knew this."

    Wan Yun looked at him.

    The curator murmured: "Actually, it's nothing."

    After Feng Jian heard about it, he made the usual sarcastic remarks.

    "You people in the lovelorn world are so quick to join the art circle. No wonder this industry is underdeveloped." He sneered.

    Wan Yun asked casually: "What if you like someone, but she doesn't like you?"

    Feng Jian found this question extremely boring.

    He frowned, waved his hand and told his secretary to go out, and pulled down the blinds to block the curious glances that others would easily cast on Wan Yun.

    "She doesn't like me, what can I do? Hey, if she doesn't like me, then I won't like her anymore."

    Wan Yun sighed: "It would be great if the curator could be as open-minded as you."

    Feng Jian thought about it again: "However, I will still continue to like her in my heart."

    Wanyun smiled and waited for him to continue, but Feng Jian stopped talking and looked at Wanyun with a frown: "Why did you come to my office? It's not that I'm busy these past two months and can't go back."

    Wanyun looked at him.

    Feng Jian hasn¡¯t returned to the Mid-Levels Villa in the past few days, so she must be really busy.  At this moment, he had thick dark circles under his eyes, his cheeks were slightly sunken on both sides, and he looked slightly haggard. When he lowered his head, only three millimeters of short hair remained on the top of his head.

    Wan Yun once watched Feng Jian¡¯s hair styling and was deeply impressed.  Any hairstylist only needs to hold an electric clipper on his head for three minutes and he's done.

    ¡°Such a man, Wan Yun thought, she pulled him into such a huge and chaotic whirlpool in her life.

    Feng Jianzheng was holding the documents and looking for water for Wanyun. He was very clumsy.

    "I don't have tea or coffee here. I have Jianwei Zhengchang pills. Do you want to take them?" He happened to glance at the wedding invitation Wan Yun brought, and was not interested. "Weddings and other things are just a waste of time. It's a waste of time."  Trouble, I won¡¯t go.¡±

    Wan Yun tried to take away the documents in his hand, Feng Jian said sadly: "It doesn't matter if I don't go anyway, when the time comesYou don't owe me one last question, I just want to ask you now.  "

    Wanyun was caught off guard.

    With Zhou Yu present, the situation was extremely awkward. Even if she wanted to deal with it coldly, she still had to take care of Feng Jian and Zhou Yu's official relationship.  In this mess, the person he is legally married to seems to be adding fuel to the fire.

    Feng Jian did not chatter about the last opportunity to ask questions, nor did she take the opportunity to ask her "Do you still love her?", "Will you leave in the future?", "What is your true feelings?"

    He didn¡¯t even ask for a statement about her old relationship with Zhou Yu.

    Feng Jian said: "Li Wanyun, what color are I wearing underwear today?"

    Wan Yun was silent for a while.

    After thinking for a few seconds, she replied, "Aren't you accustomed to never wearing underwear?"

    Feng Jian's face instantly became uglier than Zhou Yu's.

    ¡°¡­Don¡¯t talk nonsense, think about it before answering.¡±

    "The lace one? I like it very much."

    Feng Jian was so irritated by what she said that her face became hot and she scolded: "Can you answer it properly?"

    how to answer?  How could she answer?  Men with lumpy socks will naturally have only black underwear all year round.

    But when such a topic was asked in public, it seemed a bit more private.

    Wan Yun was not used to this kind of attitude of ordinary people in the market, but Feng Jian continued to wait.

    During the stalemate, the two sides frowned and looked at each other, but the thoughts that came to each other's minds were the same: The guy in front of me has spent too much time hanging out with the curator!

    When the elevator door opened again, Zhou Yu, who had been ignored, spoke next to him.

    He said coldly: "Yunyun, are you happy now?"

    Before Wan Yun could answer, Feng Jian turned his gaze and said, "Dr. Zhou, you have also seen that talking about private matters in a business setting will cause the embarrassment just now." He said coldly, "Li Wanyun is now considered part of my private affairs. Zhou  Dong, please don¡¯t make fun of me or her again.¡± (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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