No divorce! Mr. Lu knelt down and coaxed him every night.

Meng Yan moved into a large flat floor with a total area of ​​300 square meters.

Zhang Ma was full of praise.

Zhang Ma's bedroom was an independent suite with a bathroom. The entire suite totaled 40 square meters... Zhang Ma was so flattered that she didn't dare to enjoy it at all.

Meng Yan told her to live in peace.

She told Zhang's mother that she bought the apartment herself. In addition to the money she saved, her brother Meng Yanhui also transferred 20 billion to her account as her private property.

"20 what? Madam, please say it again!"

Meng Yan said it again with a smile.

Zhang's mother couldn't help but said: "Don't say 20 billion, even if I have 2000 million, I will completely rest on this old bone. No matter who asks me to work, it will not work! But, I still We want our young master Jinfan and Miss He Huan to be brought up!"

Zhang Ma smiled.

Meng Yan looked around——

Brand new furniture, newly placed flowers, and the light fragrance are the freedom she yearns for.

She hired two preschoolers to come during the day.

She and Zhang's mother took care of the children at night.

As the New Year approaches, she is still busy with the gallery, preparing to hold the opening ceremony on Valentine's Day after the new year. Mrs. Huang has also promised that their cooperation will not be affected by Qiao Shiyan.

Everything went smoothly and beautifully.

In the evening, twilight falls.

Meng Yan sent away the decoration workers and worked overtime to calculate the accounts. Unknowingly, most of the coffee in hand had gone cold.

The newly recruited intern brought something over and she said to Meng Yan: "I just received a courier from the same city. I don't know who sent it. Miss Meng... do you want to open it now?"

Meng Yan didn't take it seriously and asked him to let it go first.

She's done.

I just thought of this, so I took a utility knife to cut open the package, peeled off the paper and was slightly stunned when I saw it——

It's a painting, Monet's Water Lilies.

Worth hundreds of millions.

She didn't need to guess to know that it was from Qiao Shiyan, and sure enough, a piece of incense was scattered on the ground.

Above are the words written by Qiao Shiyan himself.

Meng Yan didn't look at it.

She threw it into the trash can. The intern was stunned: "It's Monet's water lily! Miss Meng, don't you like it?"

Meng Yan smiled lightly: "I like it! But the person who sent the painting is trash."

The intern thought to himself: Rich trash!

At this time, a young girl came in from the door. She walked up to Meng Yan and asked politely: "Are you Meng Yan?"

Meng Yan looked at her without saying anything.

The intern on the side couldn't help scolding: "Be polite! Miss Meng is the owner of this store."

He Yao sneered,

She picked up the cup of coffee and poured it over the end of Meng's cigarette.

An arm caught her hand.

The gentle man's face was full of resentment: "He Yao, do you know what you are doing?"

He Yao shook off Lin Ruo's arm, pointed at Meng Yan and sneered: "Why don't you ask her? She seduced my cousin He Mo before and killed him! Now she seduces you again, causing your career to stagnate! She It's caused us such misery...can't I just vent my anger?"

He Yao was spoiled at home.

I don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is.

She had been following this woman for a few days and knew that she had moved out of Mr. Qiao's villa and that the couple had separated... In other words, Mr. Qiao would not say anything when she dealt with this woman.

Lin Ruo was much more awake than her.

He dragged her out, put her in the car, and locked her.

He Yao slapped the car window hard and cursed loudly: "Lin Ruo, you are still helping her! Do you know how mean she is? If it weren't for her, how could my brother and sister-in-law die violently? Lin Ruo, do you think she looks good? Did you have any undue thoughts about her?"

She scolded her harshly, and Lin Ruo frowned.

As he walked back into the gallery, the cup of coffee had been thrown into the trash can. Meng Yan was still immersed in her work, as if what happened just now did not affect her at all.

"Mrs. Joe."

Lin Ruo apologized to her: "He Yao is ignorant, I will make amends to Mrs. Qiao on her behalf."

Meng Yan was stunned.

After a long while, she asked softly: "She is He Mo's sister? Then you should know who I am last time we met..."

Lin Ruo thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Qiao is willing to be generous. I have to thank Mrs. Qiao for her help."

Meng Yan looked at the young man in front of her.

She was no longer a simple little girl, she recognized the curiosity and admiration in her eyes.

She didn't want to get involved with him, so she said quietly: "This is his decision and has nothing to do with me! Mr. Lin, I have no intention of meddling in other people's affairs. In addition, I want to tell Mr. Lin something. Don't Be curious about married women, or it will kill you.”

Lin Ruo's mind was revealed.

For a moment, he felt a little embarrassed and ashamed, but he did not deny it. He even blurted out: "Aren't you going to get a divorce?"

Meng Yan raised her eyes to look at him.

After a while, Meng Yan said in a cool tone: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Lin Ruo was frozen.

He comes from a good family and has always been successful in the entertainment industry. It can be said that he has achieved success at a young age. He had never been so ignored and indifferent by any woman, and for a moment he didn't know how to deal with it.

He was stunned for a long time.

The intern came to chase people away.

After all, Lin Ruo wanted to lose face, so he couldn't stay any longer. After walking a few steps, Meng Yan's gentle voice came from behind him: "Mr. Lin, if you want to live a stable life, don't provoke Qiao Shiyan."

Lin Ruo turned around and looked at her quietly for a long time.

……

This turmoil is always unpleasant.

At night, Meng Yan walked out of the gallery carrying the painting.

She walked straight across the street.

Opposite, a black Land Rover was parked. Sitting in the driver's seat was Qiao Shiyan, with the window half-opened and a snow-white cigarette between his slender fingers, smoking lazily.

He raised his eyes and looked at her in the night.

His eyes were a bit lingering...

And he seems to have lost a little weight...

Meng Yan didn't care about him.

She walked behind the car, opened the trunk, and threw the hundreds of millions of water lilies in...

She was about to leave,

Qiao Shiyan had already opened the car door and jumped out of the car.

He grabbed her thin wrist and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Yan, I'm trying to please you! Don't you want to do the same?"