Is President Gu bankrupt today?

Just after lunch time, the sun is still high in the sky. The apartment Ling Ze lives in now is his private property, not to mention Mr. Ling, even Ling Yao doesn't know, the apartment is located on the top floor, and there is a small sky garden , The design of this room is all from Ling Ze's hand, and the painting in the middle of the living room is also his award-winning work that year.

At this moment, the owner of the apartment was putting on his shoes in a hurry, as if he was about to go out, and Joe was waiting beside him, and after he finished putting on his shoes, he handed the coat in his hand to Ling Ze, "Have you got the car keys? "

After listening to his question, Ling Ze touched his pocket subconsciously, but really forgot.

Seeing Qiao slowly take out the car keys from his pocket, Ling Ze reached out to take them.

Qiao looked at him with a smirk on his face, and put his face in front of Ling Ze, "I can only give you a kiss."

In the end, Ling Ze slapped him for nothing. Of course, this slap was not forceful. It was more like stroking his face, and the other hand snatched the car keys. thing."

In the end, he didn’t get the kiss, and he was squeezed out in vain. Qiao felt bitter, but who would let him be his wife? When facing his wife, he has a set of principles, that is, he is his grandson outside of the bed.” I'll make dinner for you tonight."

Ling Ze hummed, put the key in his pocket, and saw Qiao staring at him with aggrieved eyes. He already had a pair of deep golden eyes, but now they were covered with a layer of mist, making him look even more pitiful. Ling Ze still sighed, "Put your face here."

If there were two faces, he immediately approached him happily, and Ling Ze kissed him on the face, but Qiao turned his eyes and locked him in his arms, only to be satisfied with a passionate kiss.

Joe's treachery succeeded, and even though he suffered another chestnut, his heart exploded. He rubbed his head and stared at the door slammed by his daughter-in-law in a daze.

They have only been married for less than two months, and it is the wedding day that should be full of ups and downs, but Ling Ze is always busy. First, he held art exhibitions everywhere, and finally returned to S City. car accident.

He must make up the honeymoon, Joe secretly decided in his heart.

I can't help but think of the romantic past when we first met. The winter in Moscow is so cold that you almost turn him into a statue. Although he is half Russian, he has never lived here. Where has he experienced such coldness? Under the down jacket is a coat, sweater and ancestral thermal clothing, even so, the nose is still red from the cold.

Under the night on the banks of the Moscow River, street lamps dimly illuminated the surrounding snow. He was sitting by the river, wearing only a thick coat, and a gray scarf around his neck, which was half hung on his shoulders. Holding a palette and a paintbrush in his left hand, he concentrates on painting the scenery in front of him. The frozen Moscow River is frozen on his drawing paper.

But he is so focused that even the snowflakes hanging from the tip of his hair can't bear to disturb him. He is painting, but he doesn't know that he has also become a painting.

And Joe is also so focused on admiring the painting.

The orchestra next to it played the organ and sang the internationally renowned song, as if it was singing his heartbeat.

"How beautiful the night is, so enchanting to me, on this enchanted night..."

At that moment, all his complaints about Moscow were like snowflakes on his fingertips, dissolving into nothingness and disappearing into thin air. He had never been so grateful for this night and this heavy snowfall.

"I want to speak, but I don't know how to say it, how many words to keep in my heart..."

Where is he from?What language should I use to communicate?Is he a professional painter?What should I say in the first sentence of my mouth?

Joe walked up behind him in such a wild way, watching Ling Ze fall down and was about to finish his pen, perhaps because he ended the whole painting, he finally noticed the cold of winter, his whole body shivered, and the snow on his body was covered with snow. After shaking himself up a little, Joe opened his mouth, but still didn't speak.

I heard Ling Ze who was sitting couldn't help complaining, "Fuck, it's so fucking cold."

This sentence made Joe stunned. Joe can speak Chinese, and he has many domestic friends. He feels that Chinese is very good, so he can understand what he is talking about. Qiao looked at him intently and cursed. He is so cute.

Ling Ze put away the painting and got up when he realized that the person next to him had been staring at him. He frowned slightly and asked in Russian, "Is there something wrong?"

Joe was still in a daze, completely unaware that the two of them could communicate in Chinese, and replied in Russian, "Hi, my name is Joe, and I'm here to visit relatives in Moscow. I don't intend to disturb your painting, it's just your painting. The appearance is really touching, and I couldn't bear to look at it for so long."

Ling Ze was dumbfounded. He only knew a few basic Russian words, but he didn't expect Joe to answer him with such a long string of words, and he couldn't understand them at all.

Fortunately, Joe responded immediately and quickly changed to Chinese, "Sorry, I made a mistake, but I can actually speak Chinese. My father and grandfather are both Chinese. My name is Joe. What about you?"

"Ling Ze." Ling Ze put away the painting box and easel and was about to leave.

But Qiao would definitely not let go of such an opportunity. He followed Ling Ze's pace, still chattering, "Just now I saw your painting of the Moskva River. It is really amazing and lifelike. Are you a professional painter?"

"That's it."

"It turns out that's the case, no wonder he's so powerful, so can we make friends?" Joe asked again.

Ling Ze stopped and refused, "No."

Joe didn't expect him to refuse so simply. He probably thought that he was going to plot against him. Although he was a little cautious, it would definitely not be now. Joe still followed Ling Ze closely and explained, "Don't get me wrong, I No other meaning, it’s just that I also like painting very much. Although I can’t compare with you at all, but seeing such a great painting just now, I really want to get to know the author behind it and see more of your works. "

He felt that he had really tried his best. As the proud son of heaven, it was the first time in his life for Qiao to flatter someone like this. If his students and friends knew about it, he might laugh out loud. But now Joe doesn't care about that, if they want to know, just know, if they laugh, just laugh, and he just wants to be a person who is dazzled by love today.

Ling Ze was finally a little moved, the most important thing was Qiao's flattery. At that time, Ling Ze needed encouragement from others the most. Hearing others praise his painting skills so much, even if he was a cold stone, he still had to relax three points .

After that night, Joe's love came. He accompanied Ling Ze to paint all over Moscow, talked with him, watched him paint, traveled with him all over the world, and drove away the Yingying Yanyan around him. The turned serf took singing and became his official boyfriend.

"I hope that from now on, you and I will never forget the night outside Moscow." Joe hummed happily.

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Outside the apartment, the car was hidden behind the shade of the trees, the windows were closed, and the people in the car were always watching the door of the apartment.

After a while, I saw Ling Ze coming out of the gate and driving away, the butler sitting in the co-pilot turned his head and said, "Master, the young master has left."

"Yeah." The old man in the back seat nodded, not in a hurry, and waited for the butler to open the car door himself, then he walked down with a cane, looked at the apartment not far away, and snorted disdainfully, "He Do you really feel like you've covered everything up? The golden house hides the charm?"

The butler took out an exquisite wooden box from the trunk and asked carefully, "Master, do you want to go in now?"

"Come on, let's meet this granddaughter-in-law."