Lure a wife into the game: the paranoid president is addicted to pets

Chapter 4

"What's going on here?" Mansheng asked in a murmur.

"Please, you don't know yet? The latest missing person announcement on the screen of Haitian Building, but this picture is really erotic." Shao Xuan was already amazed, and even joked, "Mansheng, don't you think this butterfly and your waist Is it exactly the same?"

Few people know that there is a tattoo on Sprawl's waist, which is the imprint of a blue butterfly.

"There's a contact number on it, call it quickly, maybe I'm looking for you!" Shao Xuan began to instigate, Zeng Ruoshui gave her a blank look, "You think everyone is as ignorant as you, isn't it a butterfly, it's just a coincidence .”

But how could there be such a coincidence in this world?

Man Sheng fell into a hasty contemplation, this picture is too similar, could it be...

Impossible, it can't be him...

But if it was really that strange man, what did he want to do?Even if it was a one-in-a-million possibility, she didn't want her face to appear in this advertisement.

Man Sheng lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the number attached to this missing person notice.

……

The top floor of Haitian Building——

On the floor with wide floor-to-ceiling windows, there is no extra color in the black and white house. It is extremely exaggerated that the whole house has been evacuated, only the messy paint easels are placed in it, and the male assistant is waiting beside him, waiting The superior's orders at any time.

The man in the front is wearing a white shirt and black trousers, holding a palette in one hand and a paintbrush in the other. He is painting leisurely while standing with his back facing the blue sky and white clouds.Quiet and silent, he was motionless, as if he was already a medieval sculpture.

The female assistant knocked on the door and stopped to report, "Young Master Rong, a lady called just now, and she answered the two questions you listed correctly. I have already asked that lady to meet you at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

The male assistant waiting by the side asked aloud, "How many calls is this?"

"The 4000th two hundred and 82nd pass."

"Is there anything wrong?"

"Should?" The female assistant hesitated.

The paintbrush dipped the ink on the silk to create a deeper color, and suddenly the man opened his mouth, and there were only two words, "It's her."

……

Mansheng originally looked at the advertisement as a coincidence, but he did not expect to inform her of the time and place of the appointment after the contact person asked two questions.

In fact, the question is very simple. The first one is: what is the name of the gentleman who is looking for you.

The second is: In which city did you meet.

Mansheng replied: Surnamed Wei, Beicheng.

Immediately afterwards, Man Sheng was invited for a while.

Mansheng set off on time the next afternoon, and the place where Mr. Wei met this time was also at the coffee shop, directly at the Haitian Building.

"Miss, how many people?" A waiter came to ask, Man Sheng replied, "I have an appointment."

Man Sheng searched the surroundings, and she arrived on time on purpose, just not wanting to wait in advance in embarrassment.I just don't know, is he here?

Suddenly, when his gaze swept across the crowd, he almost fixed on one spot at a glance.

A single man sat there quietly, and there were young women who kept peeking at him, but they were ignored.There was an inexplicably empty circle of tables and chairs around him, and no one else was sitting there, as if he was afraid of being disturbed, or as if he didn't dare to be next to each other at all, forcibly enclosing that piece of land into an insurmountable restricted area, which made him particularly lonely.

He looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows peacefully, his shirt was neat and straight, glowing with white light, his drooping long eyelashes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, isolating all the furnishings and past around him, as if the turmoil and noise of the outside world had nothing to do with him.Even breathing is almost breathless, silent like a thousand-year-old painting engraved for a long time.

After half a month, this scene was exactly the same as when she first saw him.

It's him, that's right, it's Mr. Wei whom she mistook!

But this time, as if he felt her attention, he suddenly turned his head and looked straight at her.

Man Sheng froze immediately, and felt numb under his direct gaze.

(End of this chapter)