Honey Marriage: Mr.Yuan spoils deeply

With slightly intoxicated eyes, he looked around the room. Yuan Tianqing lit the smoke one by one in his hand. The white smoke curled around his red eyes and turned into strange clouds one after another.

The duplex apartment on the upper and lower floors is very simple and generous, without losing its style. Even if I am an orphan, I can still judge that this is not a small sum from the perspective of this mysterious patron over the years.

Three people live in the same community, not far from each other. It can not only make them meet frequently and maintain their former closeness, but also make them have absolute independent space.

Clever mind! This arrangement surprised yuan Tianqing with deeper doubts.

Who on earth can help them selflessly in this way? On the day of the president's funeral, no stranger came.

I want to investigate all this, but now the only connection is broken. As for Xiang Weiguang, I'm afraid he doesn't know anything? Even if you know he'll say it?

gallery? by the way! And the gallery! But now the Dean should have refused? In this way, the mysterious person should not look for another opportunity to ask them about it, right? Now... Now the only connection is broken!

Zishan and Gao Yiwen's paintings were read one by one, talking in a low voice, and the sound came through the glass from time to time.

With a deep breath, he went over: "how's it going? Do we need to sell some paintings first? "

"How to sell?" The son shirt or turn over but still didn't raise head.

With a playful smile, he threw the cigarette in his hand in the garbage can next to him. He held out his hand and patted Gao Yiwen on the shoulder wearing a white sweater: "we still have a rich son here."

"Yes?" He looked at Yuan Tianqing in bewilderment, and at the same time, he looked at Gao Yiwen in an instant

Facing the two men's shining and slightly aggressive eyes, Gao Yiwen grinned: "I said... Can you two look at me differently?"

"You are the only rich man around us!" Yuan Tianqing once again hooked his neck close to himself, this feeling is like to comfort a child, "Yiwen, use the power of your rich circle!"

"Power?" White two like hungry wolf like people, free themselves from his arm, "I also want to, but... But this needs too much money. It costs a lot of money to open a gallery. Now I'm... "It suddenly occurred to me that Gao Yiwen, on the contrary, put the problem off to both of them this time.

"No! The patron of the house has given it to you. Now he's not even concerned about the gallery? "

This situation is reversed, but this sentence also let yuan Tianqing have another idea.

"Yuan Tianqing and I don't want to accept Uncle Chen's kindness any more." Even if some regret, but all this Zishan still want to listen to Yuan Tianqing's arrangement.

"Why?" Looking at the two men in doubt. One just fell into a slight sigh of regret, but the other fell into deep thinking.

After waiting for a long time, Gao Yiwen touched the arm of the people around him: "why? Don't you know who he is? "

After listening to this rhetorical question, Yuan Tianqing was more convinced to put his ideas into action.

Yes! Why not accept it? If you accept it, the connection between them and this mysterious man will not be broken! In this way, I can continue my investigation. Whoever tells them the news will be very close to Uncle Chen.

"Accept?" Yuan Yufei was puzzled, "didn't you say you didn't accept it before?"

Will run a day's body weak and unbearable recline on the sofa, this time tired even smoke do not want to light up: "so tired! I think I'd better accept it! I've accepted so much anyway. "

White he one eye, but still concern to pass a cup of hot water in the past: "but now how to transmit information?"

In the past, it was the dean who made the connection. Now who should I tell?

"I plan to... I want to ask my uncle or..." there was a pause, but yuan Tianqing still said, "Uncle Li."

"The president's husband?" Looking at him in surprise, I don't understand yuan Tianqing now.

Before his attitude was so firm, how could he disturb Uncle Li, who had never met before, for the sake of opening a gallery? Yuan Tianqing's action has to make yuan Yufei suspect.

"Yuan Tianqing, do you have other purposes?" No need to think, no need to hesitate. He has absolute reason to get involved in this matter.

Not only him, but also Zishan.

"What's the purpose?" The action of lighting the smoke seemed to cover up one's mind, and the words fell into the room with the death of the fire.

"You want to investigate Uncle Chen."

The action of arranging the cigarette box in his hand stopped, but yuan Tianqing still had a faint smile and didn't want to mention it too much: "it's been so many years, what's the use of my investigating him?"

"Really?" Looking at him with disbelief, he put the water cup for yuan Tianqing into his hand and drank it by himself, "how can I feel wrong?"

"There's something wrong with it?"

"Before you refused so much, now how..."

"I didn't recognize the reality, did I?" Yuan Tianqing patted him on the shoulder with his cigarette in his hand. "Now I still think it's better to accept first. Big deal... "I got up from the sofa and went to the white shelf." after big deal, I'll pay him back. What's more, he's so generous all of a sudden. I don't think the money for opening a gallery is anything to him? "

"Really?" Still don't believe him, Yuan Yufei asked again.

"Why do you always doubt me today?" He pretended to be dissatisfied and glared back, "there's something I haven't settled with you yet?"

"What's the matter?"

"What's the matter? It's better to stay together than to look at each other! "

???......???

But in just one month, he became more interested in Uncle Chen's mystery. As he stayed in the room more and more, he could not fall asleep because of guilt, gratitude and confusion.

More than once, I wanted to let Joan warm come to accompany him, but... First, Joan warm won't live there, and I don't know how to explain the more and more hesitating things.

Even though she already knew it, she still couldn't stay in that house with her.

Fortunately, she never asked. I'm very happy about that.

"Brother yuan Tianqing!" To meet him is still a lively and lovely face, there is a quiet sound of joy. My back immediately took on the weight that I haven't taken on for a long time!

Hard to protect the rain to prevent her from falling down, carefully toward the front of the dark red house: "where to hide secretly?"

"I saw it as soon as you came across the intersection."

"Aren't you afraid I can't carry you?" Pretending to be wronged and helpless to ask out.

"No way!"

"Really not afraid?" Slightly turned his head, raised his eyes, on the smart but some godless eyes. I wanted to throw her down, but now I can't bear to make fun of her.

"Is your father at home?" Without waiting for her to answer, she threw out the question.

"At home." Not happy to lengthen the tone to answer his words, "you know you're not looking for me!"

"Quite clever!"

Stepping into the room where he always comes with secrets recently, Yuan Tianqing falls lazily on the sofa. Inside the palm of the hand revolves a mobile phone, with confused eyes, looking around the already familiar living room.

This house used to carry many carefree moments for them, but now... Recently, he always comes here with deep secrets. Temptations, unspeakable suspicions, and... And actions that are about to be used now.

"How many days has Enron been there? How did you come back if you didn't paint well? " Blaming yuan Tianqing for coming back here again, Xiang Weiguang's crutch touching the ground makes yuan feel ashamed.

But no matter how ashamed and sad he was, he still wanted to do it. This time he had to see the mysterious man behind it. Is it difficult for you to forget part of your life and live under the control of others?

My whole life is so obscure?

The death of the president made him more aware of everything.

"I paint every day, and now I have some things I need your help." Sit opposite him and help him sort out the messy paper.

"Help?" Looking at him in doubt, this time his old slightly turbid eyes showed concern.

"Yes." Like embarrassed to open his mouth, Yuan Tianqing didn't open his mouth slowly until he cleaned up the things in his hand.

"I... I refused Uncle Chen's help with Zishan before, but now..." with a long breath, he said his words roundly, "now we want to accept it. Let's open a gallery! Besides, Yuan Yufei doesn't want to draw. I want him to manage it. "

Such an excuse can't be better, the combination is perfect!

Nervously, Yuan Tianqing was afraid that he might not be able to contact Uncle Chen, or even know him. In this moment of waiting, Yuan Tianqing only felt that his heart was mentioned in his dry throat.

"So it is." He murmured, showing little heaviness to Xiang Weiguang.

"Is that ok?" Looking at him carefully, Yuan Tianqing's hands curled up tightly in his black coat.

Xiang Weiguang's white hair was wrinkled and pale, and his face nodded slightly under the white soft light.

Happy to laugh, but has been suppressing this impending excitement: "then we are well prepared to draw things."

"Get ready." Harsh and encouraging words came to him.

"Yes."