you are deep in the stars

Although the two diners did not seem to be in a very happy mood, the violinist came to the table and played a piece of music dutifully for them with a smile on his face, which was so romantic.

Bai Xi began to regret from the bottom of her heart why she didn't stay in the company and eat delicious and cheap curry pork chop rice with Liu Chunchun.

"Be happy," Han Zhuo thoughtfully poured water for him, "at least the food tastes good, doesn't it?"

"I don't think so." Bai Xi put down the fork, "This meal doesn't count, if you round it up, you still owe me a meal."

"Of course no problem." Han Zhuo readily agreed, and looked at his plate again, "But you didn't eat much today, why don't we change to another restaurant?"

"Forget it, let's go back to the company." Bai Xi called the waiter and asked the opposite Mr. Han to pay the bill, "I want to know the progress of the gallery more than eating."

Han Zhuo nodded, and dialed the phone to Wang Yuanchen in the car.

"Everything is going well." The voice from the receiver was very arrogant, "The contract has been signed, the art exhibition is scheduled for one month later, and the 500 million will arrive within a week. The only thing that Mr. Zhang Chunchun needs to do now is to get ready. Fifty paintings, and a less stupid-sounding name for himself."

Han Zhuo reminded with a smile: "Your employer's surname is Liu."

"It doesn't matter." Wang Yuanchen replied disdainfully, "I'm going to the bar for a drink. At five o'clock, I'll pick him up."

"I didn't expect that." Bai Xi tutted, "This Mr. Wang is quite reliable in his work."

"Don't worry now? I said earlier that there will be no problem with this matter." Han Zhuo said, "Now you can discuss with Chunchun which name you want to debut with."

Of course Xiao Daqian can’t do it, and Xiao Baishi sounds like he deserves a beating, but when Liu Chunchun was hesitating, his bank account already had an extra 500 million balance. Looking at the text message that had entered the account, Liu Chunchun trembled He said to Mr. Wang in a low voice, "Am I dreaming?"

Wang Yuanchen put out the cigarette in his hand, wrapped in a shiny bathrobe, and hooked his fingers lazily at him.

Liu Chunchun hurriedly leaned his head over.

"Snapped!"

A crisp and loud slap.

It hurts to death.

Not dreaming.

Liu Chunchun wept with joy.

Yu Jiong and Wang Xiaosen finally got their wish to eat the 1888 per capita lobster set meal. Of course, there were Bai Xi and Mr. Han who came to eat with him. , which is also the university dormitory number for four people.As for the issue of 215 not sounding like a human name, anyway, most of the art circles are mavericks, so it doesn't matter at all.

"Okay!" Liu Chunchun laughed silly, "My name is 215!"

Half a month later, the news that Mr. 215, an up-and-coming painter, was about to hold an art exhibition made headlines in all major media.Regardless of the conspiracy behind it, the influence of Moses Gallery in the professional field is still top-notch. Wang Yuanchen's cell phone vibrates almost all the time, and all of them are media who want to make appointments for interviews. Of course, no one gets through.One is because Han Zhuo said that the more mysterious the better, and the other is because Mr. Wang is too lazy to answer.

Liu Chunchun temporarily stopped job hunting and was busy preparing new paintings instead.At ten o'clock in the evening, Wang Yuanchen was holding a glass of red wine, standing in the living room full of paint smell, his face was very, very, ugly.

"...I, I, I, I went to the balcony to draw." Liu Chunchun felt guilty and picked up the easel.

"You know that in a sense, this art exhibition has nothing to do with you." Wang Yuanchen shook the scarlet liquid in the cup and said casually, "Even if you hand over fifty blank sheets of paper, Moses Gallery will not object .”

"But there will still be real audiences coming to the exhibition," Liu Chunchun tidied up the paint tray, "They came voluntarily to see my works, not the kind that Brother Bai paid for."

Wang Yuanchen sneered: "So you know it too." He paced forward and picked up a painting with his fingertips, "What is this?"

Liu Chunchun glanced at it: "I haven't finished painting "The Vendor of Fried Dough Tiao" yet."

Wang Yuanchen frowned: "No drawing!"

Liu Chunchun was puzzled: "Why?"

Wang Yuanchen replied: "Because I don't like fried dough sticks."

Liu Chunchun: "..."

"Your paintings are really boring, no wonder you have to be famous." Wang Yuanchen put down his wine glass and pulled off the belt of his bathrobe, "But I'm in a good mood today, so I can let you see what real art is."

Five minutes later, Liu Chunchun hid in the bathroom and called Bai Xi. His voice was trembling and weak. There was a perverted sex maniac who insisted on drawing his naked body.

Bai Xi was very sympathetic, he said, "Hahahahahahaha."

Liu Chunchun was desperate.

"What's the matter, so happy?" Han Zhuo knocked on the door and came in.

"It's Chunchun." Bai Xi hung up the phone, "By the way, I just happened to need you."

"Yeah." Han Zhuo sat opposite him.

"Just now on the balcony, who are you calling?" Bai Xi propped his head with one hand, while spinning his pen with the other hand.

Han Zhuo laughed: "This... seems to be my privacy?"

"It's clearly related to me." Bai Xi knocked on the table, "In this matter, I refuse to allow you to have privacy, tell me!"

Han Zhuo was a little puzzled at first, but quickly reacted, and said helplessly, "Did Aunt Li tell you?"

"En." Bai Xi raised her eyebrows triumphantly, "So don't try to get away with it."

Mr. Han was a little dumbfounded.

"Hurry up." Bai Xi urged.

"Okay, I surrender." Han Zhuo pulled out the email in his phone and handed it to him, "It's for this matter."

"Zhao Xiaojuan...Huang Jingyuan's wife?" Bai Xi asked in surprise as she browsed through the pictures one by one, "A will?"

"Just looking at this will, you will feel that she has a strong tendency to be world-weary and depressed." Han Zhuo said, "She also specifically stated that if one day she leaves this world, all property will belong to her beloved husband, Huang Jingyuan."

"...Are you deeply in love?" Bai Xi returned the phone to him, "But you said before that their relationship is not good."

"No, so this is actually a very deliberate will." Han Zhuo replied.

Deliberately showing depression, deliberately showing love, if misfortune really happens in the future, then in the eyes of those who don't know, Huang Jingyuan must be a caring man who takes care of his family, and maybe he will be full of sympathy for him.

Bai Xi shook her head: "I don't understand."

"You can understand." Han Zhuo said, "This afternoon, Zhao Xiaojuan went to Huang Jingyuan with this will, obviously to please him. This is already a humble gesture that ordinary people cannot understand, so Huang Jingyuan must have some A handle that can destroy the person she cares about the most."

"Her parents?" Bai Xi guessed.

Han Zhuo nodded: "As well as the tunnel car accident before, I checked the surveillance cameras at many intersections and confirmed that there were two vague men in the back row, not just Zhao Yuejin and his wife."

Bai Xi was a little scared. It was really hard for him to figure out what the other party's purpose was to kidnap him so deliberately.

Han Zhuo shook his hand in front of him: "Are you scared?"

"Why can't we call the police?" Bai Xi asked.

Mr. Han smiled gently, and pushed the question with an innocent face: "I have to ask President Bai and Mrs. Bai, and I don't know the reason."

"I don't believe it," Bai Xi leaned back in the chair, "You are obviously in the same group as them."

"I'm not." Han Zhuo stood behind him, reaching out to help him pinch his shoulders, "Really."

"I don't even have a dime of credibility." Bai Xi pouted and turned on the computer, refusing to talk to this old fritter again.

"Do you want to make your suspenseful little form again?" Han Zhuo leaned slightly, and leaned over to look at the screen together.

Bai Xi typed in a crackling manner, the initial font had a luminous background, added the color of bloody stings, and added a line on the top——

A cunning, ambiguous, unknown, pretending to be crazy, dishonest, short and frustrated bodyguard and driver.

……

Mr. Han asked suspiciously, "Am I short?"

"As expected, you only denied the last one." Bai Xi's eyes were dark.

Mr. Han: "..."

Why is it still like this.

Half an hour later, Bai Xi yawned and went back to the bedroom to rest.Han Zhuo called Daisy in the garden, not only had to endure the cold wind, but also beware of Aunt Li, the magical eyeliner who was elusive.

"What a lovely little thing." Daisy soaked in the rose petal-filled tub, "so when are you going to tell him the whole thing?"

"I have no such plan." Han Zhuo replied, "I have always believed that he is just an ordinary human being, not the mutated baby in the hospital."

"If you don't have enough confidence, the people in the underground warehouse won't spend a lot of time trying to catch him back for experiments. They must have found something." Daisy closed her eyes, "You actually know it, but you just don't want to admit it. "

"I called to ask for help on how to appease him." Han Zhuo glanced at the empty terrace on the second floor, "Instead of discussing the underground warehouse in the middle of the night."

"I only know how to coax my lover, but as for how to coax my employer," Daisy yawned, "I'm sorry, I don't know at all."

Han Zhuo: "..."

"Good night, handsome boy." Daisy giggled. "Good luck."

Listening to the busy voice coming from the phone, Mr. Han was very distressed.

But fortunately, Bai Xi didn't resent him to the point of ignoring him. The two of them went to work together as usual, and they could chat a few words on the way, but it was limited to a few words - no longer being asked about the kidnapping case, and also No more joking, joking and gags, everything seemed extraordinarily unfamiliar and business-like, Han Zhuo felt that he was not very comfortable with this atmosphere, nor did he want to.

Even Wang Xiaosen saw the clue, and asked cautiously: "Did you make Brother Bai angry?"

Mr. Han nodded honestly.

"Then you're done." Wang Xiaosen patted him on the shoulder, "Brother Bai doesn't get angry easily, but when he gets angry, the sun and the moon will go dark, and the sand will fly away."

Han Zhuo: "..."

"Excuse me, Mr. Han." The secretary came knocking on the door and asked anxiously, "Have you seen Boss Bai? He is not in the office and his phone is turned off, but the client has already arrived. The meeting will start in five minutes."

As soon as the voice fell, Han Zhuo had already rushed out of the door.