The contract is set: Mr. Su will be captured obediently

The shooting in the afternoon was also very smooth. Qiao Ai Ruo was still in a daze after the shooting. She just heard Zhang Gang's continuous praise, but she really didn't feel that she was acting. She just followed Zhang Gang's instructions and sat in the yard. Read a book, and then fight with Ji Zhiyi who came to the courtyard, and then the two sat at the stone table to discuss state affairs.

On the contrary, she saw the scene between Shen Yiqian and the heroine, which was very good. Although she didn't like Shen Yiqian, she had to say that Shen Yiqian's acting skills were really good. No wonder so many fans liked her.

In the evening, Zhang Gang called several leading actors over to have dinner together, which was regarded as a thank-you banquet for Qiao Aieruo. After the meal, the group planned to sing, but Qiao Aieruo had other arrangements tomorrow morning, so she declined.

After saying goodbye to everyone, I went back to the room.

Zheng Yanhui reported: "Mr. Qiao, Mr. Xia Daoyuan is at nine in the morning, and the address has been sent to us. Do we need to prepare some gifts?"

Qiao Eiruo smiled, with a little playfulness on her face: "I'm ready."

"Mr. Qiao sincerely wants to see Mr. Xia this time." Zheng Yan couldn't help laughing after seeing such a cute expression on Qiao Airuo's face.

"Okay, go to rest quickly, you have to catch the morning flight back to City A tomorrow." Qiao Ai Ruo said with a smile.

She had already arranged for Zheng Yan to go back and help her with things. Recently, she did go out a lot, and Zheng Yan was too busy. When she goes back this time, she must give Zheng Yan a good vacation.

"Okay Mr. Qiao, I'll go back first." Zheng Yan handed the bag back to Qiao Airuo.

Qiao Airuo took it, and said with a smile: "Well, it's hard work, be careful tomorrow morning."

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"Miss Qiao, please come this way." The old butler with a white beard smiled very kindly, and led Qiao Ai Ruo the way.

"Thank you." Qiao Ai Ruo smiled back.

Walking through a corridor, you can see a very ancient garden style garden, with high rockery, exquisite small bridge, and continuous flowing water under the bridge, and you can even see naughty five-color koi in it. He swayed his body to his heart's content.

The flowers in the flower bed next to it are all light-colored flowers, but with the bamboo forest next to it, it will not look monotonous at all, but it will make people feel elegant and beautiful. few.

Qiao Ai Ruo just felt as if he had suddenly traveled to the courtyard of literati and poets thousands of years ago, as if he could see the people back then, drinking tea and writing poems here.

And when she walked a little further, what caught her eyes was an old man in a loose silver-gray gown, chatting with a young man in casual clothes.

The old man had a gray beard and thinning hair, but he looked extremely energetic. He sat upright, as if nothing could overwhelm him, with a gentle smile on his face, which only made people feel extremely gentle. Holding a teacup and talking to the young man opposite.

For some reason, Qiao Ai Ruo suddenly felt sore eyes, and an inexplicable feeling welled up in her heart. The butler next to her reminded: "Miss Qiao, the master is over there."

Qiao Eiruo nodded with a smile, and politely responded to the butler: "Please trouble the butler."

"Miss Qiao is polite." The housekeeper had a good impression of this polite young business woman.

The voices of the two of them talking caught the attention of the two talking not far away, and they all turned their heads.

The butler hurriedly stepped forward: "Master, this is Miss Qiao who is here to visit."

Qiao Airuo bowed slightly in Xia Daoyuan's direction: "Hello Mr. Xia, I'm Qiao Airuo."

Xia Daoyuan looked at Qiao Airuo's eyebrows and eyes, his expression was a little dull, and the emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated.And the young man next to him also stared blankly at Qiao Eruo, isn't this the actress who was at the port that day?
Seeing the housekeeper, he hurriedly reminded: "Master?"

Only then did Xia Daoyuan come to his senses, smiled kindly, and motioned for Qiao Airuo to sit down: "Miss Qiao, please sit down."

Qiao Airuo didn't miss the reaction of the two just now, and with a smile on his face, he sat down on the west side of the teahouse.

"You look familiar." Xia Daoyuan said directly.

"It's no wonder that Mr. Xia looked at me a little strangely just now. I don't know which old friend of Mr. Xia is lucky enough to look like me?" Qiao Ai Ruo didn't think it was strange at all. Xia Daoyuan's eyes just now explained everything. She looks familiar, the number one literary scholar in China, how could she lose her composure in front of a strange young woman like her?

Xia Daoyuan twirled his snow-white beard, looked at her, and finally shook his head: "I don't remember, maybe I remembered it wrong."

Qiao Airuo didn't ask, obviously Xia Daoyuan didn't want to talk about it, otherwise how could there be someone who doesn't remember?
"Let me introduce. This is my student, Zhong Qingfeng." Xia Daoyuan introduced the young man sitting next to her.

Zhong Qingfeng, who was named, kept looking at Qiao Airuo, and then suddenly realized that Ruya's face was slightly hot, and he stretched out his hand: "Hello, I'm Zhong Qingfeng."

Qiao Airuo looked at the hand with sharp joints in front of her, and it was like his master, it was a gentleman, she smiled and shook it: "Hi, I'm Qiao Airuo."

Only then did Qiao Airuo remember to hand the gift beside her to Xia Daoyuan: "This is my little thought, a Jiangnan tea set, I hope Mr. Xia can accept it."

Xia Daoyuan took it with a smile: "Since it's Miss Qiao's wish, my old man will accept it." He opened the gift, picked up the purple sand teapot placed in the golden brocade cloth, and savored it carefully.

The old housekeeper next to him almost dropped his jaw in shock. Mr. Xia has always been very cold and refined, and he doesn't like to accept gifts from others, especially from strangers, because people who come to see him with gifts are basically Ask for something.

This is the first time he has accepted a gift from a woman he met for the first time.

"Thank you Miss Qiao." Xia Daoyuan carefully put the teapot back into the brocade box.

Qiao Airuo smiled brightly: "It's good that Mr. Xia likes it. You can call me by my name. I feel weird if you call me Miss Qiao."

"Hahaha, okay, then my old man will use your age to call you Ai Ruo?" Xia Daoyuan admired Qiao Ai Ruo's character very much.

Zhong Qingfeng put his gaze on her body openly, although he knew that he shouldn't stare at a woman like this, but he still couldn't take his gaze back.

"By the way, as far as I know, you are always abroad, Ai Ruo. I don't know why you suddenly came to see me, old man?" Xia Daoyuan was still a little strange. People, how could they know him and make a special trip to visit him?

Qiao Airuo took out her mobile phone, opened the photo album, and handed it to Xia Daoyuan: "Mr. Xia, I was lucky to buy a pair of your paintings, and I bought a famous inkstone from your student before, and I feel that I have a good relationship with you." Yes, I happened to have something to do when I came to Hong Kong City this time, so I tried to contact you, and thank you for willing to see me."

Xia Daoyuan took the phone, and followed Qiao Ai Ruo's gesture with a smile. It seemed that when he saw the photo on it, his expression suddenly froze, and the hand holding the phone even trembled slightly.

The whole yard was suddenly quiet, and Qiao Airuo felt the strangeness of the old man immediately, and asked, "What's wrong with you, Mr. Xia?"

"Where did you buy this painting?" Xia Daoyuan looked at her excitedly, his eyes were already a little red.

"At...a business partner's place." Qiao Airuo was taken aback by his reaction, and almost stuttered: "Mr. Xia, is there... any problem with this painting?"

Her first reaction was, isn't this painting circulated in the market illegally?
Zhong Qingfeng on the side was also quite surprised. He had been Xia Daoyuan's student since he was 15 years old, and it was the first time he saw such an expression on his teacher's face. Only the old housekeeper standing behind Xia Daoyuan had a slightly sad expression, obviously remembering something sad.

Xia Daoyuan withdrew his gaze from her, looked back at the painting on the screen, his wrinkled eyes were full of sadness: "The person in this painting is my daughter, Xia Yi, she was very young when she was 12 years old. I am good at tea ceremony. Once I was making tea in the yard, I happened to see it, so I made this painting.

"At that time, she saw this painting and liked it very much. She asked a craftsman to frame it and hang it in her room. However, before it was framed, she went out to play and disappeared. She has never been found." Xia Daoyuan At this point, tears were streaming down his face. He caressed the position of the woman's face in the painting, with a miserable expression that he had never seen before.

Looking at Xia Daoyuan's appearance, the butler behind him had already shed tears, but he took advantage of the moment the tears fell, and immediately wiped them away. He knew that he couldn't cry along with him, the old man was already very sad.

As the youngest mayor of Hong Kong City, Zhong Qingfeng has always been praised for having a strategizing mind, no matter what situation he faces, he can react very quickly, but at this moment, he is in a very complicated mood, looking at Xia Daoyuan sadly It looks like I don't know what to say.

Qiao Airuo looked at the old man's wrinkled face with tears streaming down her face, feeling an unspeakable sadness in her heart. She took out her handkerchief and handed it to Xia Daoyuan with both hands: "Old Xia, don't be sad, I believe that Aunt Xia She must be doing well."

Xia Daoyuan looked up at her, she had a distressed and comforting smile on her face, and on her slender white hand, the square handkerchief was clean and tidy.

It was as if an old friend had returned, this was Xia Daoyuan's first feeling, he took the handkerchief, wiped away the tears on his face, smiled bitterly: "Xiaoyi used to be like this, always when I was practicing calligraphy or exercising with a big head When you sweat, pass me a handkerchief like this."

Zhong Qingfeng refilled his cup of tea to calm him down.Xia Daoyuan smiled gently at him, and then took a sip.

Seeing that his mood had recovered a bit, Qiao Ai Ruo asked the doubt in his heart: "Then why did you sell this painting back then?"