After I fell in love with the double slag Gong, Bai Yueguang came back

The end of December ushered in the much-anticipated Christmas. The streets and alleys are hung with colorful star lights, and the vendors selling small balloons are decorated with cartoons. Cheng Jianyu stopped the car, walked into the hotel lobby, and faced the door in Santa Claus costume. Liang, took a cane biscuit from the tray and gave it to him.

Cheng Jianyu doesn't spend much time in these lively festivals, because he is too poor and has no friends who like to join in the fun, so he has no idea about these festivals. The only time he celebrates festivals is when he was with Jiang Yangang.

It was a snowy day, on the way home, the traffic jam in the urban area made it difficult to move, and when he was bored, Jiang Yan focused on Cheng Jianyu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, and peeled him like an egg without a shell , The air conditioner in the car blows fine and small particles of the skin layer, and they mess around shamelessly in the car.

For too long, Cheng Jianyu only remembers leaning on his back on the leather steering wheel, the Christmas deer pendant hanging on the rearview mirror shaking back and forth, and then because he stained his clothes, he couldn't see anything, so he slipped on Jiang Yan's long black down jacket, Dash back in the snow to take a shower.The next day he caught a cold, coughed for a whole week, and infected Jiang Yan, which delayed the recording schedule of Jiang Yan's new album, so he had to come to Brother Chao to carry a gun and a stick, and taunted him.

Said that he was a stumbling block in Jiang Yan's career, and wished to label him a "demon concubine".

Cheng Jianyu He De He Neng, dare not be.

The banquet hall of the hotel is holding a special charity bazaar dinner, which is led by Xitang Group to raise education funds for poor children. This kind of dinner is usually not attended by big names, but Xitang Group is rich and powerful, and there are more or less people inside and outside the industry Sell ​​Huo Yanqing's thin noodles to support Xiaxitang's charity.

Huo Yanqing was wearing a dark evening gown with her hair in a side bun. She was well-dressed. Even if she was no longer young at her wealth level, she could return to her youth through modern medical methods. She was adjusting the ear-mounted microphone and saw Cheng Jianyu , smiling slightly, beckoning.

"Mr. Huo." Cheng Jianyu greeted politely.

Huo Yanqing patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and tapped the scroll on the table, "Look at this painting I painted, today's auction item."

Cheng Jianyu spread out the scroll and looked it over. It was a traditional Chinese painting with thick ink and landscape. It was a common small bridge restaurant with jagged trees and plum blossoms. He said fifty-fifty: "I don't know Chinese painting, but the artistic conception is very beautiful."

"You are honest." Huo Yanqing picked out a writing brush hanging on the pen stand, dipped it in the ink lightly, "Can you write with a brush?"

Cheng Jianyu nodded, and put his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, "Boss Huo doesn't want me to write an inscription, does he?"

"Why, you don't want to?"

"my pleasure."

Cheng Jianyu wrote a few calligraphy copybooks when he was a child, and the brush calligraphy was lukewarm. Later, he had a lot of homework and couldn't think of cultivating his sentiments. It was abandoned for many years. He wrote a few words on the side draft to familiarize himself with the brushwork. He glanced at Huo Yanqing, It's okay to indicate.

Huo Yanqing recited an ancient poem about plums in high spirits. Cheng Jianyu's characters were Shenqian and rigid, and he just swiped the pen. After Huo Yanqing finished reading the last word, he raised the pen and put the brush on the pen holder casually, flexing his wrist muscles.

"Mr. Huo, didn't you insult your painting?"

Huo Yanqing stared at his writing for a while, then turned to look at him, as if about to cry, but also about to laugh, with two eyebrows furrowed, "That's right."

Cheng Jianyu smiled faintly, said goodbye in a low voice, turned to the cold food area, and picked up a glass of champagne. Huo Yanqing was both beautiful and capable, and she was a kind of woman he admired very much, but it always felt strange to him, as if she was cautious, subtle and tactful. He is close.

This feeling made him uncomfortable.

Cheng Jianyu, who used to be little-known, gained a sense of presence by being on variety shows with Jiang Yan. It is well known that Jiang Yan is an open dating partner. It is well known in the circle that he loves Jiang Yan to death. There is no lower limit. Who would have thought that in just half a year , The turned serf sang, not only did he publicly dump Jiang Yan, but he also produced a box office miracle.

"Please Kill Me Gentlely" was a big success. Liang Qiu and Guang Yixian, two leading figures in the director circle, praised Cheng Jianyu full of praise. Cheng Jianyu became a hot screenwriter in the circle from the young daughter-in-law of Jiang Yan's family. Everyone came forward to say hello to him one after another, getting close and familiar.

Jiang Yan leaned on the chair of the guest seat, followed Cheng Jianyu with his eyes, and observed him for a long time, not only him, but everyone at the dinner party, regardless of gender, more or less watched Cheng Jianyu.

As an indoor worker, Cheng Jianyubai is too much, from the forehead to the collarbone hidden in the neckline, there is no flaw at all, wearing a simple white shirt, the suit is pulled in the crook of the arm, the hem of the clothes is very fashionable, half tied, hanging down casually, in a state of Relaxed and natural, like in his own home, when someone greets him, the corners of his mouth will be slightly curved, and his eyes will be indifferently watching others.

When talking with people, he doesn't seem to have a sense of distance. At most, he is a little lukewarm and not talkative. This kind of temperament is normal for an artist.

But once he sat down quietly with a comfortable posture, it became a pool of stagnant water, silent, and the noisy and lively environment was like a stone thrown into the pool, unable to stir up any disturbances.

The surroundings are like a copper wall and an iron wall. He is like a king, sitting on the palace of the king, and no one can cross the wall and get close to him.

Jiang Yan found a friend in psychology and consulted Wen Yueming on what Wen Yueming called "love is incompetent". Cheng Jianyu met almost every regulation. Since he knew Cheng Jianyu, Cheng Jianyu was a person. There are no hobbies, nothing he likes, and nothing he hates.

The whole figure is like a verdant duckweed, which seems to be a piece of land. When he stepped on it, he found that the bottom was empty, and nothing could sustain his life.

Jiang Yan didn't sleep well for several days. Thinking of Cheng Jianyu's psychological problems, he was impatient and sad. He thought about tying Cheng Jianyu up and taking him to a place where there were only the two of them, and looking for the best psychiatrist. Cheng sees Yula back.

But he can't do this, Cheng Jianyu hasn't realized that he is "sick", and forcibly tearing down the wall of his heart will definitely push Cheng Jianyu further.

This feeling is so uncomfortable.

The auction officially kicked off on the stage. Cheng Jianyu sat next to Lin Zhao, separated from Huo Yanqing, which was enough to show the importance Xitang Group attached to him.

There is nothing valuable at the charity auction party. Everyone, you submit the pieces, and I submit the pieces, such as Huo Yanqing's traditional Chinese paintings, which are worth 5 yuan on the market. Here, everyone sells Huo Yanqing's face, or wants to go to the Western Tang Dynasty This big boat can be sold for 50 yuan tenfold, and the meaning of the item is greater than the value of the item itself.

Cheng Jianyu lowered his head and flipped through a few pages of the flower album, but he was not interested. He could consider donating a sum of money silently after the dinner, which would not be considered a waste of time.

"I want to buy my mother's paintings." Lin Zhao lowered his voice and poked his elbow, "She has been painting for three months, very precious."

Cheng Jianyu closed the booklet, put his hands on his knees, "If you want to buy it, buy it."

"Can you get 50 yuan?" Lin Zhao turned on his phone and looked at Yu'e Bao, feeling sorry for him.

Cheng Jianyu nodded his jaw, the price was about the same as his estimated price, and there was no collection higher than this price tonight.

Soon, the exquisite host in a cheongsam presented the picture scroll, unfolded it slowly, and said in a cheerful voice: "This pair of "Spring Plum Blossoms" was drawn by Mr. Huo himself, and the screenwriter Cheng Jianyu wrote an inscription. The starting price is [-] yuan, and the price will be increased The magnitude is [-] times."

Everyone chased after them and raised their cards. After a few rounds, the price was raised to 45. Lin Zhao raised his cards at the right time. Everyone here knew that he and Huo Yanqing were mother and son. According to filial piety.

At this moment, the host looked over the crowd and looked back, as if seeing something extraordinary, his eyes widened, and everyone followed her surprised gaze and looked back.

Jiang Yan sat in the back row of seats, his dark suit was well-tailored, and his handsome eyebrows stared at the picture scroll on the stage for a moment, while the assistant A Sheng next to him raised his hand high.

The surroundings were quiet for a few seconds. No one expected that Jiang Yan would participate in the charity auction dinner, let alone that he would take a picture of Huo Yanqing's calligraphy, two people who are irrelevant.

"55 times!" The supporter came back to his senses, held up a hammer and knocked down hard.

Lin Zhao cursed in a low voice, and hurriedly raised a sign to increase the price. Cheng Jianyu frowned, passed through the crowd, and glanced at Jiang Yan. Jiang Yan blinked slowly at him a few times, and smiled meaningfully.

Jiang Yan was determined to win this painting, no matter how much Lin Zhao added, he would add [-] to the original basis, and continue to bid, like a ferocious lion, biting Lin Zhao's tail tightly, looking very It is impossible to make Lin Zhao bleed profusely.

Huo Yanqing sized up the two people with thought-provoking eyes, then moved to Cheng Jianyu's face, and smiled helplessly.

The copy of a painting with a market value of 200 yuan soared to [-] million under the joint efforts of the two people. Everyone present was stunned.

The meaning of drunkenness is not in wine, the modern version of "buy the box and return the pearl".

Lin Zhao gritted his teeth, and Jiang Yan was so irritated that he murmured, "At worst, I'll sell the car, and I don't believe he can raise the price."

The moment he raised the card, Cheng Jianyu held his arm tightly, sighed in his heart, and said softly: "You can't compete with him."

200 million is a lot of money for Jiang Yan, but Lin Zhao had just debuted not long ago, and his pockets were so shy that Jiang Yan forced him to tremble.

The host made the final decision quickly and presented the highest-priced collection auctioned tonight.The people around looked at each other in blank dismay, and smiled tacitly, this trip was worth it, and it's free to watch Mr. Jiang chasing his wife live.

Lin Zhao looked lost, blinked his eyes, and sucked his nose sorely, "What's wrong with him?"

"Indeed." Cheng Jianyu seconded in a low voice, the phone in his trousers pocket vibrated slightly, and he took it out to open the screen.

A text message from Jiang Yan.

[I like the words you... ]

Cheng Jianyu quickly tapped the screen with one hand, deleted the information, and turned his head to look at Jiang Yan, cold and fierce, reminding Jiang Yan not to push his feet.

Jiang Yan supported the front seat with both hands, and smiled casually. He wished that he could be more aggressive, and the expression on this face could be more, so that he would not be as lifeless as before. He looked at his heart and scratched his liver.

The dinner ended very early. Cheng Jianyu drank a few glasses of champagne and ordered a substitute driver. Fortunately, Jiang Yan was very knowledgeable today and did not follow.

The alcohol was slightly on his head, his heart beat faster, he leaned his head against the glass window of the rear seat, and slowly adjusted his breathing. The city lights, like auspicious light, quickly brushed across his cheeks and danced on his thin eyelids.

Cheng Jianyu rubbed his chest with one hand, raised his head and took a deep breath, his Adam's apple was throbbing, in the quiet space, there was only the sound of his gradually calm breathing.

After the car radio reported the actual road conditions, it switched to the international news, and the anchor broadcast without rush, "Received the latest news, at [-] o'clock this afternoon, a serious stampede occurred in Addis Ababa, the capital of Ethiopia, and thousands of people demonstrated on the streets □□, protesting violent law enforcement, the situation continues to be tense, Ethiopia declared a state of emergency..."

Cheng Jianyu's hand on his chest was stiff, and his calm chest suddenly beat again, like drums with frequent rhythms, and he could almost hear his own heartbeat.