Sweetheart on Fire: Stop it, Husband

In order to avoid a long night's dream, Huo Qihang decided to take the initiative to ask Du Huan to get the exact location of her illegal cargo. Considering this, he immediately dialed Su Wei's phone: "help me get two tickets for the painting exhibition, recent."

Su Wei hung up the phone and sighed helplessly. He looked for himself for everything. It's really hard to be a secretary. After this, he had to ask for a long holiday or a salary increase, otherwise he would be too bad.

After complaining, Su Wei immediately searched the Internet and soon found a famous French painting exhibition. The date was the day after tomorrow. After buying it, he sent the time and place to his boss.

Huo Qihang looked at the information sent by Su Wei. The corners of his mouth rose and his eyes were full of cunning. He casually dialed Du Huan.

Du Huan is losing his temper in the office at this time. Recently, there are too many things. On the one hand, Cai Rufeng's disappearance, on the other hand, boss Wu's warning, and on the other hand, Li Yu's awakening. In addition, she has recently tried to deal with Tong Nian. All things are concentrated together at one time, which makes her upset and confused.

The familiar mobile phone ring rings, and the phone is connected without looking. The tone is very unhappy: "what's the matter? Say it! "

"What's the matter? Which unintelligible person made you angry? " Huo Qihang's magnetic voice came gently.

Du Huan reacted and immediately changed his tone, "set sail. No one bothered me, but the project invested recently is too busy and a little tired."

Oh, Huo Qihang laughed at the other end of the phone, but said gently, "I was busy before. Well, there will be an art exhibition tomorrow. I'll take you around to relax, so as to save you from staying in the office every day."

Du Huan was very happy. Is Huo Qihang inviting her to a date?

"Good!"

"OK, I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Du Huan hung up the phone and was filled with joy. Tong Nian, Tong Nian, Huo Qihang was mine after all. She suddenly felt that it didn't matter whether there was Tong Nian or not.

The next day, Du Huan went to the beauty salon early and made herself a beautiful hairstyle. A professional makeup artist painted her a delicate makeup, a water blue one shoulder tight skirt, revealing her white and slender legs. A pair of famous brand Gauguin shoes were 12 cm long.

Huo Qihang is not bad. This time he didn't choose to wear a suit, but a white shirt, which set off his straight and thick chest and a pair of black seven point jeans, which made him look very young and have the style of a little boy who has just graduated from college.

Du Huan gracefully came to the car. Huo Qihang didn't take the driver, but drove himself. He opened the co pilot's door for Du Huan very gentlemanly and didn't forget to fasten her seat belt carefully.

The car played Du Huan's favorite music, chatting about something from time to time, and unconsciously came to the place of the painting exhibition.

Du Huan took Huo Qihang's arm and came to the exhibition hall intimately. What he saw was a painting more than two meters high. Standing at the entrance, he could immediately feel a burst of artistic breath.

When they were abroad, they also saw the art exhibition together. Du Huan felt that they seemed to be back in the past.

"Do you like this painting?" Huo Qihang's voice pulled her back from memory to reality. It turned out that she had been staring at the picture in front of her for too long.

"Fortunately, I always think this picture looks familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"Yes, we've seen this man's works abroad before. At that time, the painter seemed to be unknown. I didn't expect that he would become a great painter after a few years."

Huo Qihang carefully looked at the words in front of him and said faintly. His tone was full of loss, so that Du Huan mistakenly thought he was also nostalgic for their past.

At this time, a waiter came up and asked, "this picture is very beautiful. It is said that the painter painted it when he was nostalgic for his first love. The color matching reflects the hazy period of love."

Huo Qihang interrupted him, "I want this painting." Then he took out a business card and asked him to call the person above. Don't guess, the person on the business card must be Suwei.

As soon as the waiter's glasses lit up, he quickly took the card and asked someone to carefully carry the picture away.

"This painting is for you. It's fate. It's getting late. I'll take you to dinner." Huo Qihang left the exhibition with Du Huan in his arms.

The high-end western restaurant was reserved by Huo Qihang. There were only two of them in the huge hall. Two British candles were placed on the long table to illuminate them. There was only darkness in other places. Such an environment was very strange, but it was full of mysterious romance.

Huo Qihang picked up the goblet and shook it gently in his hand, so that the unique aroma of red wine could be released quickly.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers."

Two people gently touched the wine glass, and then drank it.

Huo Qihang thought it was a good opportunity. Before Du Huan completely trusted himself, he had to talk quickly, so he took Du Huan to drink cup by cup, each cup with a love word, and Du Huan naturally drank it all happily.

A bottle of wine had bottomed out, and Du Huan's cheeks began to ruddy. She was still happy to clink a glass with Huo Qihang.

"Du Huan?" Huo Qihang tentatively pushed Du Huan's shoulder.

Immediately attracted Du Huan's dissatisfaction and said vaguely, "let's continue to drink."

However, his arm had begun to soften, and regardless of whether Huo Qihang drank it or not, he drank it himself.

Seeing Du Huan like this, Huo Qihang felt almost ready, so he pulled a chair next to Du Huan and gently asked, "Du Huan, what have you been doing lately? And don't come to me. "

"It's not that batch of new goods. It hasn't been sold yet. Boss Wu is suspicious every day." Du Huan had a headache when he thought of the goods and said dissatisfied.

"Where are the goods? What the hell is in there? " Seeing Du Huan getting more and more confused, Huo Qihang was a little anxious.

"In the south of the city... Old wharf, wooden box... Wooden box..."

Sure enough, before he finished, Du Huan fell asleep on the table. No matter how Huo Qihang pushed, he just didn't respond.

Huo Qihang was a little angry. He knew he wouldn't give her so much. He called Suwei and asked him to pick up the drunken Du Huan.

Huo Qihang came to the police station alone. A young policeman like a film policeman received him. "Sir, what happened at night?"

"I have an important matter to report. I hope you can make every effort to investigate."

The little policeman looked at Huo Qihang. He didn't think he was joking, so he asked suspiciously, "what's up?"

"As far as I know, in the old wharf in the south of the city, there are a batch of goods from unknown sources. I don't know exactly what's in it, but I'm sure it's illegal. I hope you can watch the movement of goods in the old wharf these two days. As long as it is sealed with wooden boxes, you'd better open it and check it carefully."

The little Comrade quickly put the key sentence in Huo Qihang's words on the paper, "we will send someone to check it. Thank you for your report. Please leave your identity."