Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

Jiang Yazhu glanced at Bo Jingzhou, who was obviously in a bad mood: "Even if I heard something, does it have anything to do with you? Just answer whatever I ask you. If you don't know, just call and ask, mother-in-law."

This was not the first time since his marriage that Bo Jingzhou was disliked by his mother. He pinched his eyebrows helplessly and said, "We are not divorced yet, and do you think the Nie family will allow Yucheng to marry a divorced woman? "

"Why not allow it? If they think Wan Ci is not worthy of their family, then they are blind."

Having said that, Jiang Yazhu knew that this matter was indeed somewhat difficult.

The Nie family is not a small family. There is a long line of young ladies in the circle who want to marry Yucheng. Even though Wan Ci has her support, she has had a relationship with Jing Zhou after all...

It seemed that she had to find an opportunity to test the Nie family's tone. If it really didn't work, she would try to persuade Wan Ci, or at worst, change her.

But this matter will have to wait until Rongxuan comes back from Yancheng branch. She and Mrs. Nie have different personalities and are not very familiar with each other.

Bo Jingzhou didn't know what she was thinking, but seeing Jiang Yazhu not entangled in this matter anymore, he thought she had finally figured it out: "Mom, why did you suddenly think of bringing Shen Wanci and Yucheng together?"

"The two of us are already shopping happily together, why do we need me to help them get married?"

After Jiang Yazhu finished speaking angrily, she gave him a look that said, "Why are you such a waste, you can't even keep a wife?" Then she packed her bag and left.

Five minutes later, Bo Jingzhou told Chen Xu, who came in to get the documents: "Go and find out where Shen Wanci is now."

When Chen Xu heard Shen Wanci's name, his whole body tensed up on reflex. Fortunately, he had been prepared and had just sent someone to check. "The young lady is in the small building, having dinner with Mr. Xu from Jingyuan." .”

Otherwise, the subordinates always act based on the boss's face. Before, Bo Jingzhou didn't want to see Shen Wanci. Although Chen Xu was quite respectful to her, he always called her "Miss Shen, Assistant Shen". Recently, he noticed that Bo Jingzhou Her attitude changed, and her title immediately changed to 'Young Madam'.

The small building is a Chinese restaurant, decorated in an antique style, with pavilions, cornices, cliffs, green tiles and red columns.

Shen Wanci arrived ten minutes early and was led into the reserved private room by the waiter, only to find that Mr. Xu had already arrived and was drinking tea, "Mr. Xu, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Mr. Xu waved his hand: "I arrived early. I love their tea, so I came here in advance to let them make a cup for me."

Shen Wanci presented the gift he had brought: "Mr. Xu, I have troubled you a lot during this time in Jingyuan. A little care is disrespectful."

Mr. Xu did not refuse: "I would like to worry about it, but you are too worry-free. I can't even bother to worry about it. If Li Bai can worry about half as much as you do, I will be satisfied."

Shen Wanci said a few polite words.

After the greetings, Mr. Xu got down to the topic with a serious face, "I called you several times before to invite you to come back to Jingyuan, but you refused, so I came in person today."

Shen Wanci: "Mr. Xu..."

Mr. Xu raised his hand to stop her: "Listen to me first. I know Jingyuan's handling this time has chilled you, but I'm not here for Jingyuan, but for the thousands of people who want to Cultural relics have been brought back to light. Only by restoring them can history be made more vivid and people can understand the past more intuitively. As you know, talents in our field are already scarce. Many cultural relics have been excavated because no one has restored them. It can be stored in a warehouse for many years.”

His eyes fell on Shen Wanci, but he seemed to look through her at another person: "Speaking of it, you are a bit similar to Ru Xuan, who was once famous in the circle. The technique is similar, and even the appearance is somewhat similar."

Hearing his mother's stage name from Mr. Xu again, Shen Wanci still couldn't take it calmly, "Mr. Xu, do you... know Ruxuan?"

She wanted to ask this question last time, but held back.

The cause of her mother's death was suspicious. She and her grandfather had been conducting private investigations over the years, but they only found out that it might have been done by someone in the circle. As for the reason, it seemed to be because of a painting she was restoring.

It is said that the painting is ominous and that anyone who comes in contact with it will die violently.

But Shen Wanci didn't believe it. Could the painting become a spirit and harm people?

In addition to her own hobbies, part of the reason why she entered this circle was because she wanted to find out who knew the hidden secrets of the past.

Mr. Xu: "Ru Xuan also worked in Jingyuan before. She was my teacher's special disciple. She and I were still brothers and sisters. At that time, a group of us in our forties were suddenly crushed by a twenty-year-old girl. She was so suppressed that not even a scum was left, she was completely disgraced, but she later quit the circle for a man."

He gritted his teeth and said: "What a pity for such a good seedling. If I knew who that man was, I would have to break his legs. But if it's good for her, then forget it."

Shen Wanci lowered his head and said in a low voice: "So are you still in contact with her now?"

"We lost contact ten years ago."

Her mother died ten years ago...

"Did she say anything to you before we cut off contact?"

Mr. Xu noticed something was wrong with her: "Do you know Ru Xuan?"

Shen Wanci opened her mouth and wanted to tell everything for a moment. Compared to herself, Mrs. Xu had wider connections in the circle. She and her mother were both colleagues and senior brothers and sisters. He must know more about her relationship with her grandfather. He knew something, but in the end he held it back, "No, I'm just curious about the senior who can be so praised by you."

What happened back then was confusing, and she was not sure whether Mr. Xu really had anything to do with her mother's death. She couldn't say yet.

"Mr. Xu, I promise you to return to Jingyuan."

After coming out of the small building, Shen Wanci realized that it was raining outside.

The continuous drizzle turned the sky and the earth into a hazy patch, and the cold wind carrying moisture poured in from the collar, cuffs, and trouser legs, making people feel cold all over.

She came here in Nie Yucheng's car and now she has to take a taxi back.

Mr. Xu held up the umbrella he borrowed from the restaurant: "Buanwan, are you driving? If not, I will give you a ride."

Shen Wanci shook his head and refused: "No, I..."

She pointed her hand towards the street, wanting to say that she could just take a taxi back, but before she could finish her words, her outstretched hand was held by someone.

Judging from the size of his hand, it was a man. The other person held her hand, and his hot palm pressed against her cold skin.

Then, a big black umbrella covered her head, blocking the fine raindrops, "Mr. Xu, I won't bother you."

When he was speaking, Shen Wanci turned around and saw his face.

Bo Jingzhou found a pair of glasses from somewhere and wore them. The lenses blocked the sharp cold light in his eyes and softened the sharp lines of his facial features. Even the smile on the corners of his lips was particularly gentle and gentle, pretending to be gentle. Failure is similar.

It is the gentle and gentle temperament that the elders like most.

Shen Wanci gritted his teeth and said to him silently: "Bo Jingzhou, what do you want to do?"