The little genius doctor: the beautiful CEO of divorce at the beginning

Chapter 62
Qin Yuan felt very helpless, what kind of marriage partners did he encounter?
Is this one more difficult than the other? !

If it goes on like this, wouldn't he be entangled to death by these people?

Seeing Qin Yuan's unbelievable expression, Zhao Yunyun stuck out her tongue, and immediately revealed a naughty look.

"Okay, now that I've made it clear, do you want to find a chance to talk to Professor Yang, or just go back?"

To be honest, Zhao Yunyun's question made Qin Yuan feel uneasy. After all, he still didn't want to participate in this matter.

But you can't just look at the things in your own country and be outsourced by criminals, right?

Hesitating, Qin Yuan finally said something against his will: "I still have something to do, so I won't participate. If you can explain it to Professor Yang, you can go."

"Cut, Qin Yuan, I really didn't expect you to be such a person. I still have to think about our engagement."

Shock.

be surprised.

surprise.

I didn't expect that if I went against my will, it would have such an effect.

Not to mention, maybe we can cancel this engagement.

"I, I'm actually half-baked. I don't really understand those antique calligraphy and paintings. What I said before was a little casual. Don't take it to heart."

Qin Yuan said haha ​​and said indifferently.

But Zhao Yunyun's expression was very serious, she didn't believe what Qin Yuan said now at all.

It seemed that if he didn't leave, he might not know what would happen in a while.

"Zhao Yunyun, I still have something to do, so I'll go first, see you later."

After finishing speaking, Qin Yuan turned around mercilessly and walked towards the school gate.

Zhao Yunyun froze in place by herself, unable to calm down for a long time, she couldn't believe that the person she was married to had such a personality.

"Zhao Yunyun!"

At this time, Professor Yang shouted behind him.

With a dignified expression and sharp eyes, he walked over quickly.

After reacting, Zhao Yunyun looked surprised and asked, "Professor Yang, what's wrong?!"

"Where did the boy who was with you just now go? I have something to ask him."

Professor Yang's tone was anxious.

"He's gone."

"What? Gone? Oh, really."

Seeing Professor Yang's anxiety, Zhao Yunyun knew in her heart that it must be because of that painting.

"By the way, what's your relationship with this young man? Can you let him come back immediately."

Professor Yang's eyes were full of anticipation.

"This"

Zhao Yunyun seemed very embarrassed, but Professor Yang couldn't bear to refuse because of his anticipation.

He could only agree: "I'm not sure, try it."

"Okay, hurry up, this matter is urgent."

Professor Yang was on the sidelines, hoping that Zhao Yunyun would let Qin Yuan come back immediately.

But when Zhao Yunyun dialed the phone, no one answered.

This shouldn't be, how could he not answer the phone just after leaving here?

Zhao Yunyun tried hard to dial again.

"Hey!"

"Oh, you can answer the phone."

The excited Professor Yang grabbed the phone and said, "Young man, hello, I am a professor of history at Ningcheng University. My surname is Yang. Do you have time now? Can we meet?"

Zhao Yunyun was completely taken aback by the normally prudent Professor Yang.

Qin Yuan on the other side of the phone, after listening to it, hesitated in his heart. There is indeed a problem with this painting, but it is not good for him to intervene in this matter. After all, this thing is a cultural relic.

"Young man, this matter is urgent, and I, Mr. Yang, will trouble you."

It was the first time for Professor Yang to show such humility in front of a student.

"Okay, okay, we'll see you later."

Professor Yang's nervous expression at this moment eased a lot in an instant.

Watching the phone hang up, Zhao Yunyun asked in surprise, "Professor Yang, what is this?"

"Zhao Yunyun, your friend is right. There is indeed something wrong with that painting, but I'm not sure yet, so I have to identify it with him."

"what?"

Zhao Yunyun once again showed a shocked expression.

This Qin Yuan actually hit the mark. Could it be that the painting was really dropped?

Are all the fakes hanging in this exhibition hall?

"Well, Professor Yang, where are you going?"

Seeing Professor Yang turn around and leave, Zhao Yunyun hurriedly asked.

But there was no answer, and Zhao Yunyun was even more puzzled.

Why is this so mysterious.

On the other side, Liang Tianhu was enjoying the cozy afternoon tea in his own villa.

Watching the news reports on TV, I am very interested in the "Pavilion Map" exhibited by Ningcheng University.

"Hey, I heard that our Ningcheng has an unattainable painting?!"

The man on the phone hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "Why? Mr. Liang is interested in this painting?"

"Hahaha."

Liang Tianhu didn't care what the other party meant, he just agreed casually.

"Since Mr. Liang is interested, do you want to appreciate it in person?!"

The man's tone was very seductive.

Liang Tianhu sat up straight immediately, then took a puff of the cigar in his hand, and watched the report on TV suspiciously.

Cautiously said: "If there is a chance, I will be very happy."

"Hahaha, sure enough, Mr. Liang is also a scholar of literature, wait for my news."

"By the way, what happened to the person I asked you to check for me!"

"Mr. Liang, this person is very strange. He has no background. It's very blank. There is no information at all."

"This way, that's fine."

After Liang Tianhu hung up the phone, his expression was a little unnatural.

It seems that I should be more careful about this Qin Yuan, the more blank the person, the more mysterious and terrifying, there are actually people in Ningcheng who I can't find.

This is simply unbelievable.

Picking up the whiskey on the table, he took a sip.

Several paintings from this exhibition were still reported in the news, but none of them were as attractive as the "Pavilion Picture".

At this time, Qin Yuan had already returned to Ningcheng University at the invitation of Professor Yang.

When I came to a very spacious office, the decoration here was ancient and old-fashioned, and it was obvious when I entered.

Professor Yang bowed his head, holding a high-definition magnifying glass of an ancient painting, scanning it bit by bit.

"Dong dong dong."

Qin Yuan knocked on the door politely.

When Professor Yang heard the sound, he raised his head directly. Although he only met once, but Qin Yuan's handsome face can still make Professor Yang quickly confirm.

This is the person I just met on the phone.

"Young man, you are here, come in quickly."

Professor Yang warmly invited.

"Professor Yang, I don't know why you came to me in such a hurry."

Although Qin Yuan knew it in his heart, he still pretended to be confused.

(End of this chapter)