After the empress dressed as a wealthy little white flower

Chapter 77 What Is This Called?OCD?

When Shen Xiaole arrived at Yachen Huating, she sat on the sofa at Xie Qingsu's house and complained again.

Just because Shen Luo returned inexplicably today and lost his temper, and said bad things about Xie Qingsu, Shen Xiaole sat there angrily, wishing to shake off all the things about his brother's wet pants when he was a child, so he felt that he had avenged Xie Qingsu.

Xie Qingsu had already taken a shower, and stood on the edge of the sofa with half-dry and half-wet hair, listening numbly to Shen Xiaole's temper tantrum for a long time, and hearing that her hair was almost dry.

Until Shen Xiaole said she was sleepy, Xie Qingsu turned around and brought her a set of quilts to sleep on.

When he turned around and was about to go back to the bedroom, his footsteps suddenly stopped again.

Shen Luo was going to drive tonight, and he didn't drink all the time, and someone in the banquet hall also offered him a few glasses of champagne, but he refused them all on the grounds of driving.

Of course, there is no such thing as being drunk.

When she fell asleep in Zuo Yushi's car, she had a very short dream.

In the dream, he tried to struggle to get out of the sarcophagus, but it seemed that because his hands and feet were restrained, he subconsciously bit someone's neck.

He also thought of Zuo Yushi's later turtleneck sweater.

The reason why I didn't ask him why he suddenly changed his clothes was because the old man's birthday banquet was in the stage of frequent congratulations, and it was difficult for her to leave as a Xie family member.

When she was able to leave, Zuo Yushi had come to say goodbye to the old man, saying that he had just returned from a business trip abroad, and there were still things to deal with. He was very considerate in appearing and leaving tonight, but he didn't stay until the end of the birthday banquet. It also gave Xie Zhang enough face.

But now thinking about that sweater that doesn't match his old style at all...

Xie Qingsu stood on the spot and breathed out slowly.
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In the morning of the next day, just after the morning meeting at the company, Xie Qingsu went directly to Zuo's Group after finishing the work at hand.

Because he didn't have an appointment, he was naturally politely rejected by the front desk. When Shen Luo heard the news and went downstairs, what he saw was Xie Qingsu standing in front of the door on the first floor. He didn't even enter the VIP lounge, just stood there waiting.

"Vice President Xie?" Shen Luo felt strange, this ancestor came back to them for the first time.

"I'm here to deliver the revised documents from the city hall. I'll meet you Mr. Zuo by the way. Is it convenient for him?" Xie Qingsu glanced at Shen Luo lightly.

Shen Luo said "ah" and took the document: "Unfortunately, Mr. Zuo is resting at home today and didn't come to the company. If you have anything to do, you can call him directly or send him a WeChat message."

Xie Qingsu nodded and was about to leave when Shen Luo suddenly asked cautiously: "Did my sister go to your place last night..."

Xie Qingsu had already left, but he should have heard his words.

No answer, just acquiescing, which means that Shen Xiaole was indeed with her last night.

That stinky girl, she forgot about her elder brother when she had a boss, why did she run away from home in the middle of the night...

In front of Xie's gate, a low-key dark gray Rolls Royce was parked.

Xie Zhang, who had not been to the company in person for a long time, was standing by the car door with a cane, and Mr. Ji, who had not left Haicheng, was talking with a smile.

Just as Xie Qingsu went back, Xie Zhang saw her in a blink of an eye, raised his hand and beckoned to her: "Qingsu, have you eaten at noon?"

Xie Qingsu walked over: "Not yet, grandpa?"

"Mr. Ji can't stay in Haicheng for a long time. I have to go back tomorrow. I have nothing to do. Today I walked around with the old man in Haicheng. I just went to two museums in the morning and stopped here when I passed by the company." Xie Zhang doesn’t put on the airs of a leader in front of like-minded friends, he always smiles, and looks like an amiable old man: “If you haven’t eaten, come with us to eat, it just so happens that Mr. Ji and you have met, everyone Not unfamiliar."

Mr. Ji smiled and said: "Yes, Miss Xie is exquisite and beautiful, and she is smart and capable. Ji has a deep impression on you."

It just so happened that Xie Qingsu was looking for a chance to meet Ji Fangang.

She curled the corners of her lips slightly: "The second elder invites you warmly, but the younger generation will be disrespectful."

"Miss Xie doesn't think that we two old antiques are so polite and cooperating. Nowadays, there are very few young people who are willing to make the elderly happy like this." Mr. Ji said with emotion.

Xie Zhang didn't speak, but smiled on his face, but he admitted in his heart that Xie Qingsu really got more and more in his heart recently.

Xie Zhang chose a good restaurant near the company, Xie Qingsu listened to the two elders talking to each other, but did not intervene.

It wasn't until Ji Fangang drank a few glasses of white wine that his face smelled of alcohol that Xie Qingsu asked casually: "Mr. Ji said last night that I look like a person. There were too many people around at that time, so I didn't listen very carefully. In the painting you mentioned, is a female general?"

"No, no general would dare to wear dragon-patterned gold armor. Isn't that a rebellion?" Ji Fangang waved his hand: "I think that probably belonged to a feminist dynasty, but there is no relevant information or records in history."

Xie Qingsu raised his eyebrows: "There is no relevant information from the archaeological experts?"

"No, there are many dynasties that have not been recorded or recognized as monarchy in history. Archeology also needs to rely on documents. There are no relevant records in the documents, so it is even more impossible to find out." Seeing her serious question, Ji Fangang said: " Miss Xie is curious about the person in that painting?"

"I'm a little curious, but because I only heard half of the story last night, I instinctively wanted to complete it." Xie Qingsu smiled lightly, and did not show excessive concentration: "What is this called? Obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

Ji Fangang immediately became amused: "Haha, what do you want to hear?"

"Is that painting in your hand? I really want to see how much it looks like me."

"That is a cultural relic unearthed by the country. Although there is no record of the dynasty, it is too old. I don't have the ability to take it home for collection."

"So, now you don't know where to go?"

"This priceless treasure was handed over by the experts of the archaeological team long ago, but I don't know which museum it is classified into now, whether it is placed in the library or exhibited in the museum. It’s not very clear, after all, I followed the archaeological team around because of my hobby, but I didn’t get involved in an overly professional field, and after so many years, I don’t know many follow-up arrangements.”

Xie Qingsu's voice was indifferent and cold: "That is to say, I might never see that painting anyway?"

"Not really, but I really don't know where the painting is now. Maybe the person in charge of the archaeological team could know something, but Professor Zhou has already moved overseas, and I haven't contacted him for many years." Speaking of this, Ji Fangang still has some regrets: "It's been so many years, I don't know if the person is still alive now."

Xie Zhang was just listening to the two of them chatting, but Xie Qingsu was curious, so he didn't interrupt the topic. Hearing this sentence, he said, "Your son and daughter are not in the country?"

Ji Fangang recalled for a moment, and said: "Speaking of which, he has a grandson who is still in China. He seems to be studying at a university in Haicheng. He also majored in archaeology. He has graduated for several years. Is he still in Haicheng? I don’t know about this, it’s true that I haven’t contacted for too long, and the news has been cut off long ago.”

(End of this chapter)