Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Cui Sanning returned home and took a shower. When she came out, she saw a missed call from her brother and dialed it back while wiping her hair.

After the connection, the brother and sister chatted casually. Finally, Su Mubai warned: "Sang Sang, Fourth Brother Duan, Xie Jiu, and Third Uncle are all my brother's good friends. If I encounter trouble in the future, if I am not here You can find them.”

Cui Sanning smiled and said: "What kind of trouble can I get into?"

Su Mubai was noncommittal. He didn't want something like that to happen again six years ago. She didn't want others to know about her relationship with the Su family, so she naturally avoided several family friends of the Su family.

Then just be Su Mubai's sister, and the third uncle and the others will take care of her.

He said: "Be obedient and don't let me worry."

Cui Sanning walked to the sofa and sat down: "Okay, I understand."

"By the way, brother. I have something to tell you."

After hanging up the phone, Cui Sanning curled up on the sofa and looked through his WeChat messages.

I selected the work-related ones and responded to them one by one, and finally clicked on Xie Jiuan's friend application.

As soon as I passed it, a few mean emoticons were posted over there.

ID, you pressed down on my leg hair: sister, sister! What are you busy with?

ID Xiangse Sanning: Just got home.

You pressed down on my leg hair: Hey, I'm living on the street!

Xiangse Sangning:? ?

You pressed down on my leg hair: I was kicked out of the car by my old man.

Xie Jiu'an was walking on the side of the road. Vehicles were coming and going, and the cool autumn night breeze was blowing. He was sniffing and typing.

I was driving against the old man's car. On the way, he asked why he didn't drive his own car. He hesitated for a long time and said that the car was gone, so he was thrown on the side of the road.

Xiangse Sangning: Then you go back?

You're crushing my leg hair: Wait until the old man's anger subsides before you go back, and now go join Fourth Brother.

Xiangse Sangning: Come on!

With a happy face on his face, Cui Sanning shook his head in amusement.

In Kowloon Mansion, Quan Yu was sitting in the study room wearing black pajamas, reading reports, when his cell phone suddenly rang.

When I brought it over, I saw it was Mu Bai. After the call was connected, the other person spoke first: "Uncle Three."

"Sorry to bother you so late."

"What's wrong?" Quan Yu typed on the computer with one hand and answered the phone with the other.

"Sangsang just told me today that she misunderstood you in Munich. I apologize to you on her behalf."

After hanging up the phone, Quan Yu's eyes still fell on the computer, but his thoughts drifted away.

Is it because of this that you behave yourself in front of him?

At that time, he was a little unhappy, let alone angry. As a veteran, there was no way he could argue with a girl who had just graduated from high school. He forgot about it in the blink of an eye. Unexpectedly, she remembered it for six years. .

After a while, he recovered his thoughts, closed the computer, got up and returned to the bedroom.

A few days later, Shengquan Group headquarters.

Assistant Liu stood opposite Quan Yu and reported the work. After finishing the work, he reminded: "Mr. Quan, the painting "The Drunkard's Intent" that you are going to give to Mr. Quan has been restored. The studio wants us to pick it up today. .”

Quan Yu looked away from the information and thought for a few seconds: "Go get it back and bring it directly to the company. I will bring it to him when I return to my old house in the evening."

Assistant Liu retreated.

At three or four in the afternoon, Assistant Liu knocked on Quan Yu's office and placed the box on Quan Yu's desk.

"Mr. Quan, I went to pick up the painting today and found out that Miss Cui helped us restore it."

Quan Yu paused for a moment with the pen he was signing. He quickly recovered and finished signing. He capped the pen and put it aside before slowly raising his head.

Assistant Liu continued: "It's the studio that Mr. Quan mentioned before, called Xiangse, and Miss Cui is the boss."

"When I sent it for restoration, the studio staff told me that the painting was very precious, and their boss decided to restore it himself. I happened to meet her when I was picking up the painting today."

Quan Yu looked at the box on the table: "Did she say anything?"

Assistant Liu thought for a while: "No, but she was quite surprised."

"She seemed to be on a business trip and was in a hurry to catch the plane, so she didn't talk much."

The mobile phone alert sounded. Assistant Liu took a look and said in surprise: "Xiangse Studio returned the money."

Quan Yu's eyes were unclear. After a while, he closed the documents on the table, left the table free and said, "Open it and take a look."

When you open the box, the first thing you see is a vermilion greeting card sprinkled with gold.

There are handwritten calligraphy on it, in elegant small regular script, which is graceful and beautiful yet powerful.

"Chinese civilization has more than 5,000 years, and every word and every painting represents the infinite yearning for beauty. Time flies, and time flies, but it has become an indispensable shortcoming for us. You and Hunan are destined to regain prosperity."

——Xiangse

He gently twisted the greeting card with his fingertips, with a faint smile in his eyes.

Assistant Liu untied the tie and laid the scroll flat on the table.

He repeatedly praised: "Good craftsmanship!"

Quan Yu looked at the restored painting that was clear and undamaged, the corners of his mouth raised, and his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

It is said that the Su family is born with a pair of skillful hands.

He had seen Mu Bai's skillful craftsmanship in carving jade, and now he had seen her skills in restoring cultural relics. It was indeed equally astonishing.

For a moment, he looked cheerful and said, "Put it away."

Assistant Liu put the scroll back into the box and said, "I'll put it in the office first and let you take it with me in the evening?"

The corners of Quan Yu's mouth rose: "I won't send it away, just keep it."

Assistant Liu was at a loss. The old man asked for this painting by name. If he didn't give it away... how could he explain it?

Quan Yu didn't take it seriously: "I'll find another one for him another day."

In the evening, Quan Yu returned to his old house. As soon as he entered the door, the old man of the Quan family looked left and right: "Where are my paintings?"

Quan Yu handed the windbreaker to his aunt and said seriously: "I didn't take the photo."

Mr. Quan didn’t believe it: “How is that possible!!”

Quan Yu continued to lie: "I can't take away someone's love if someone takes the lead, right?"

"I'll give you another one another day."

Assistant Liu was speechless. The "unphotographed painting" was now hanging in the study room of Jiulong Mansion Villa.

The so-called being beaten first probably refers to the son stealing my father's hand.

The old man returned to sit on the sofa unhappily. Quan Yu walked in and said hello to Quan Ye, who had been sitting on the sofa silently: "Brother."

Quan Ye looked calm, and a trace of disgust quietly slipped through his eyes: "Yeah."

Quan Yu has long been used to it. This brother didn't like him since he was a child. He wanted to please him when he was a child, but he didn't care anymore when he grew up.

It's just a show in front of my parents.

After dinner, Quan Yu asked his mother, who was sitting and watching TV: "Mom, where is the box I put in the study before?"

The old lady thought for a moment: "I packed it up some time ago and I put it in the cabinet in your bedroom."

Quan Yu turned around and went upstairs into the bedroom. He came back down with a scroll in his hand.

The old man's eyes suddenly lit up: "What's in your hand?"

Quan Yu raised his head and said, "I painted it in college."

The light in his eyes dimmed, and the old man let out a disgusted sound.

Quan Yu shook his head helplessly. As I get older, why do I become more and more childlike in nature?