100 styles of Sheng Shao's wife

Chapter 2096 The Woman in the Oil Painting
At nine o'clock in the evening, the Maybach drove out from the Mu Group and finally stopped at the apartment building.

Mu Yijun is a very gentleman, he will not cause her any inconvenience.

After entering the entrance door of the apartment, he pressed the elevator to go in, pressed the number 27, and the elevator door closed.

In the gold-plated elevator, he was tall and slender, with exquisite and three-dimensional facial features, and his black shirt and trousers perfectly outlined his figure.

Mu Yijun put his hands in his pockets, pursed his thin lips lightly, and there seemed to be a faint smile on his lips.

If he doesn't go back to Mu Yijun's garden, Uncle Wen won't go back either. He still lives in the original place. Uncle Wen is also a small local tyrant. After all, he has been with Mu Yijun for so many years, so he has his own house in Jiacheng .

The number on the elevator increased and stopped at 27 after a while, and the gold-plated elevator door was split into two.

Mu Yijun took a step outside. When he saw the back of the girl at the door, he was slightly startled and stopped.

Mi Li turned her eyes hopelessly when she heard the voice, but her eyes lit up!I was so excited that I even stopped breathing for half a beat! !
It's him! !
He is back! !
Finally waited for him! !
Mu Yijun put his hands in his trouser pockets, and stared at her small face with eagle-like narrow eyes, his eyes were sharp and cold, with an indescribable deterrent force.

This is a look that Mu Yijun rarely has, because he is always gentle as a spring breeze, unless he is particularly angry.

Finally waiting for his rice grains to come back to his senses, with a flattering smile on his face, he handed him the seven books in his hand, "These are all written by me, signed books, and given to you for free."

The man's eyes didn't fall on the book. How could he be interested in these small romances?

The last time I went to her book signing was completely coincidental, I was just wandering around in a bad mood, I don't know where to throw that book now, he has never read it.

Fortunately, she even got entangled!

Mi Li didn't wait for his response, so she couldn't help feeling a little twitching in her heart. Shui Ling looked at him and tried to ask, "You...what's wrong with you? Have you forgotten me? My name is Mi Li, and I'm a writer."

"How long have you been waiting here?" Mu Yijun guessed, it shouldn't be by accident.

He was willing to talk to her, which made Mi Li very happy, so she replied with an excited heart, "I come here to wait for you every night! I want to send you all my autographed books! Today is finally here. "

She is a stalker?
The corners of the handsome man's eyes were pressed down, his eyes were slightly cold, his hands were still in his trouser pockets, "Get out."

"..." The girl's breath was stagnant, and she almost suspected that she had an auditory hallucination.

Mu Yijun walked past her, walked towards the door, printed his fingerprint code, and the thick door swung open.

Mi Li turned around, watched him walk into the apartment, and then mercilessly closed the door, she was stunned, and stood outside for a long time in a daze.

After a while, the elevator door opened again, and a middle-aged woman came out. When she saw the rice grains, she couldn't help sighing, why do you come here every night?

But she didn't ask any questions and went back to her room.

At night, Mu Garden.

Tang Tang took a shower and put on a set of conservative pajamas. She went upstairs to the study room. The study room is very large. The three walls are all made up of bookcases. The books inside are classified and placed neatly.

There was a long row of books about architecture, and the books were very new. She picked one out and took it out, thinking that this book must be newly bought, with no trace of flipping.

She leaned on the bookcase and flipped through it, and was attracted at the very beginning...

Before she knew it, the night was getting darker. She read more than 50 pages and benefited a lot.

She was a little tired from standing, so she walked towards the desk and sat down in the chair, but her eyes were attracted by an oil painting on the desk.

If she looked at it from a distance, she would definitely think it was a photo.

Tang Tang's eyes fell on this framed oil painting, the colors are so delicate, the frown and smile are so realistically drawn, he looks no more than 30 years old, the eyes and hair are so dark, there is no expression on his face, but there seems to be a faint smile Meaning, giving people a sense of kindness and friendliness.

Who drew this?There is no signature on the painting, is it painted by **?
Who is this girl?Why did it appear in his study at home?This is an important place, so the identity of this girl should not be simple, right?

Who is he?girlfriend?
No...it should be the ex-girlfriend, right?

Tang Tang held the mounted oil painting in one hand, and held his cheek in the other hand, admiring it carefully again.

This girl is really pleasing to the eye.

At this time, the mobile phone rang, she regained consciousness, put the oil painting, took out the mobile phone from her pocket, looked at the display and connected it, "Hello."

"Tangtang," came Mu Yijun's low magnetic voice, "Are you asleep?" He was hesitating whether to call her number, and worried that he would disturb her.

"Not yet, I'm reading in your study." She replied in a weak voice.

"Are there any books that suit your taste?"

"Of course there is. Your bookshelf should be carefully selected, right? Ordinary books can't fit into your bookshelf." She said jokingly, in fact, she thought so too.

"It's good to have something you like." Mu Yijun said in a gentle voice, "Don't stay up too late, there are endless books, and the most important thing is your body."

"Okay, where are you?" She suspected he would be staying in a hotel.

"In my own apartment, didn't I tell you? I have two properties." In fact, he has more than two properties on this earth. He has a villa in Sydney and a villa in New York, quite a few Every city has his house.

"Well." Tang Tang's eyes fell on the oil painting, and the corners of her lips lightly raised, "You also have a rest early, and you have to go to work tomorrow."

"OK, good night."

"Good night."

The call was over, and there was nothing important to talk about, and Mu Yijun really had nothing to do with her.

It's just that if you don't make this call, you will feel that something is missing.

Although Tang Tang wondered who the woman in the oil painting was, she was not a gossip person, so of course she would not ask.

If you ask, it seems that Tang Tang cares or something.

In fact, it was nothing, she and ** are just friends.

Holding the phone, she couldn't help thinking of Tang Li again, and wanted to call him, but remembering the words Xiaoying brought back, she gave up this idea again.

She didn't want to humiliate herself any more.

After a while, she put the book back on the shelf, turned and left the study.

I'm a little tired today, my eyes are watery and sour, let's go to bed early.

The night is getting deeper...

The moon sets and the sun rises.

In a high-end apartment complex, Mi Li came out of the elevator on the 27th floor, carrying two hot breakfasts in her hand.

He took out his phone to check the time, and waited at the door.

In the Nordic-style bedroom of the apartment, Mu Yijun was still lying on the quilt, and the beautiful morning glow came in through the window, gently spreading on the large and soft double bed, bringing tranquility to the room.

Outside the door of the apartment, Mi Li was hesitant to knock on the door. Today is a working day, should he get up?

(End of this chapter)