Dear, Let's Remarry

Opening the door, an Ruchu stepped aside and asked Xie Ziwen to carry the box into the living room. An Ruchu looked at it for a while and couldn't see anything. He asked, "what's this?"

"Miss an, open it and have a look. Don't you know?" Xie Ziwen said.

An Ruchu frowned. She went to the box and tried to open it, but it was a little heavy. She didn't open it at once. Xie Ziwen came to help, "I'll do these heavy tasks!"

"Well, thank you." Ann stood aside and watched Xie Ziwen easily open the lid of the box, but it was covered with layers of silk, which looked very mysterious and precious.

An Ruchu walked up to him and smelled a faint smell of oil and ink. He was slightly stunned. Then he quickly lifted the silk wrapped outside layer by layer and slowly opened it.

Until the last layer was opened and saw the Yellow scrolls inside, an Ruchu suddenly froze in place. His sight seemed to be stuck by glue and stuck to those Scrolls for a moment.

"How's miss an..." Xie Ziwen looked shocked at her and leaned over. When he saw the picture inside, he was stunned and muttered, "this... This is the painting of the old Mr. Antai! How... How else... "

An Ruchu was also completely shocked. Antai's paintings can hardly be found in the market, and there is no news, but now there are a box here, at least dozens! How did Mo Chen do it!

She was really completely surprised. She couldn't figure out how Mo Chen got these paintings, and there were still so many!

Did he know Aetna before? Or what's the connection? Where else could he find so many paintings?!

Besides, why did he give it to her at this time? What the hell does he mean?

Questions flooded into my mind. An Ruchu frowned deeply. It seemed that there was a lot of wool in her heart. She couldn't figure it out.

After Xie Ziwen was surprised, he calmed down. He stared at an Ruchu deeply and thought deeply on his face.

In this way, an Ruchu looked at the box and thought. Xie Ziwen looked at an Ruchu and thought for a long time.

Until the door was suddenly opened, a small figure came in and gave a childish question, "eh? Mommy, what are you doing? What is that? "

The voice of Mo Mo suddenly rang. An Ruchu suddenly returned to her mind. She turned her head and pulled up a smile, "Mo Mo is back! Why don't you sleep at school this noon? "

"It's a holiday this afternoon!" Mo Mo took down his schoolbag and put it on the sofa. A pair of big black eyes stared at Xie Ziwen with an alert look on his face.

An Ruchu thought that there was another person here, so he explained to Mo: "this is the special help of President Mo, who specially sent things."

"Oh, oh." Mo Mo's small eyebrows just stretched out. His attitude was much better. He said crisply: "Hello, uncle Xie!"

Xie Ziwen saw Mo Leng for a moment and looked at an Ruchu. Then he understood, nodded slightly and said, "Hello!"

Mo Mo smiled and came to see the things in the box. He glanced at it. He didn't know what it was. He glanced. "So many paintings are for Qingqing?"

"You can say so!" An Ruchu smiled and said that Mo Chen sent the painting to Qingqing so that Qingqing could learn it quickly, but in the end, the painting was given to her.

Although she didn't know where Mo Chen got the painting, she was very happy to find it back.

Xie Ziwen looked at the time and said, "the painting has been delivered. I should go, too."

"OK, hard work." An Ruchu sent him out of the door, but when Xie Ziwen was about to go out, he suddenly turned around and looked at her deeply. There was a trace of hesitation in the bottom of his eyes. It seemed that he had something to say and hesitated.

An Ruchu coagulated her eyebrows, "what else?"

Sipping his lips, Xie Ziwen hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head, "it's okay, I'll go first."

When he finished, he turned and left, his meticulously pressed suit as straight as bamboo.

An Ruchu stood at the door and watched his figure gradually go away. A trace of reflection flashed across his face. This man seemed a little strange. Did he know himself?

"Mommy?" Mo Mo pulled the corner of her clothes behind and gently called, "Mommy?"

An Ruchu looked back, pinched his face and said with a smile, "it's all right. I just think this person is a little strange."

"Oh." Mo Mo skimmed his mouth and pointed to the paintings. "This painting seems to have been a long time. Do you want Qingqing to learn it? She's so stupid, can she learn? "

An Ruchu smiled and her eyes at the box became very gentle and precious. After a long time, she said, "even the most powerful people can no longer draw such works. It's unparalleled."

As soon as Xie Ziwen returned to the company, he immediately went to Mo Chen to report. Mo Chen just finished the meeting. Seeing Xie Ziwen waiting at the door, he casually asked, "have you sent it?"

"Yes!" Xie Ziwen nodded and said, "just now it has been sent. Miss an is very happy."

Mo Chen took a deep look at him, um, and went directly to the office. Xie Ziwen hesitated and followed him in.

"What else?" Mo Chen sat down with his legs folded on the table and looked at Xie Ziwen from bottom to top.

Xie Ziwen bowed his head slightly, bit his teeth, hesitated for a while and asked, "how did President Mo get Mr. an's painting? It may be rude of me to ask, but I have always admired Mr. ANN, so I really want to know. "

Mo Chen smiled, "that's the problem?" He smiled. "It's just a coincidence. When Mr. an was jailed and his family was copied, I bought all the paintings left over from his family. It's so simple."

"Is that really all?" Xie Ziwen opened his eyes and looked forward, "is there anything else? Or do you know the whereabouts of the child adopted by Mr. Ann? "

Mo Chen's eyes coagulated and suddenly looked at him, "how can I know? I had nothing to do with Mr. an. I just thought his paintings were good and my father liked them, so I wanted to buy them for him, but later I kept them. "

After a pause, he gave a short smile, "as for the child you said, I haven't heard of it. How can I know where she has gone? Xie Ziwen, do you think I'm such a nosy person? Huh? "

Xie Ziwen's eyes darkened, and a touch of loss flashed across his face. He lowered his head, and his voice was heavy and stuffy, "sorry! I'm abrupt! "

Mo Chen sighed and said, "I know you've been working hard for Mr. an's case, but there's really nothing I can do."

At the beginning, he used a painting of Aetna to dig Xie Ziwen from his father calmly. Let's think that his father was also fascinated by Aetna's painting before he was willing to let people go.

If it hadn't been for this relationship, my father would not have taken Xie Ziwen in, just because of Xie Ziwen's loyalty to Aetna.

In his private heart, Mo Chen must praise Xie Ziwen, but he has never been a meddler and naturally won't care too much.

"I understand." Xie Ziwen nodded and went out lonely even if he didn't say anything.

Mo Chen pinched his chin, suddenly thought of something and called Rong Xiang.

Time passed day by day. Qingqing practiced hard for more than half a month and made leaps and bounds. She not only resembled, but also had some charm.

An Ruchu is very satisfied with this. Although she can't say that she can compare with her own painting, it's enough to defeat Dong Zihan.

Now, there are still two days to go before the finals. An Ruchu didn't ask Qingqing to do anything. She just asked her to go home and sleep well, keep her spirit well, and wait for the finals to win in one fell swoop!

Qingqing heard that she could finally rest. She breathed out with a long breath and couldn't help stretching, "ah, finally she can have a good sleep! I'm really tired out recently. I don't think I've tried so hard! "

"Well, it's lucky that you learn fast, otherwise you have to continue!" An Ruchu said with a smile, "hurry back! Have a good rest these two days. Don't run around. It must be a war on the day of the finals. "

Qingqing nodded, "yes, I will! Sister an, I'll go back first. Bye. "

"OK, be careful on the road." An Ruchu sent her out. Qingqing turned back three times in one step and kept waving, "bye! Sister Ann, you're back! Don't be so reluctant. It's not life and death. We'll meet soon! Bye, I'm leaving! "

An Ruchu smiled and watched Qingqing enter the elevator before entering the door and returning to the room.

There was a special space on the ground to hang the specially framed paintings. An Ruchu stretched out his hand and gently brushed them, inch by inch, and his eyes slowly turned red.

Qingqing came out of an Ruchu's house. Thinking that she would stay in the house for two days, she planned to go to the supermarket opposite to buy some food. At this time, there were no cars on the road, and Qingqing didn't care too much. She hummed a song and jumped across the street.

However, just then, a black van came out of nowhere and rushed directly at lightning speed.

When Qingqing heard the sound, she turned around and saw the front of the car rushing directly towards her. She exclaimed and wanted to hide, but her speed was not as fast as getting on the bus. It was too late.

Qingqing listens to the roar of the car engine getting closer and closer. She is almost desperate. There is only one idea in her mind: NIMA! I haven't eaten yet! Even if you want to die, you should be a full ghost! Not as hard as it is now!

The roar of the car approached, and Qingqing seemed to hear the call of death. At that moment, she was desperate.