cute naive

Song Wenyuan never thought that there would be a day when he would not only coax Jiang Biying, but also Kang Tianzhen. No matter how arrogant and willful Jiang Biying was, she was just a girl who grew up in a greenhouse. Kang Tianzhen, he... well, he grew up in a greenhouse. boy.

After finally convincing this guy that he never had extravagant expectations for Jiang Biying, Song Wenyuan felt half his life was gone.

Kang Tianzhen patted him on the shoulder and said sincerely, "I really didn't misunderstand you. I'm relieved to hear you deny it yourself. I believe you are not the one who will steal brothers and girlfriends."

Song Wenyuan was angry, "Thank you for your trust."

"Then you are not allowed to participate in the shooting later!"

Song Wenyuan raised his hands in surrender, "You've said this eight hundred times, it's your grandson who dares to participate in the auction, okay?"

Kang Tianzhen also felt that she was too self-willed, rubbed her nose, and said a little embarrassedly, "Well... later, I will treat you to a supper."

"No! Use it!" Song Wenyuan absolutely didn't want to listen to him chanting for another two hours, all of which were full of admiration for Jiang Biying.

With Song Wenyuan, the strongest opponent, Kang Tianzhen had a chance to win, so he took a look at the other auction items. All the money raised in this charity auction will be used to build schools in remote areas, thus attracting many philanthropists. , everyone provided a variety of items: Zhu Ashi, the shopkeeper of the stewed building, took out his own recipes, calligrapher Jiang Luanyi provided the "Heart Sutra" carefully copied, and the master sculptor Wen Zhijun presented bamboo carvings carved by himself. Jiang Biying, the only daughter of the Jiang family, has filmed a piece of her own. Whoever wins the first prize will have the honor of enjoying Jiang Biying playing a piece of Guqin that has been treasured for many years.

It can be said that Kang Tianzhen mustered all his strength. As soon as the auction started, he called out a price of 521 million. Suddenly, the audience was silent. Even the well-informed auctioneer couldn't help being stunned.

Jiang Biying's face was livid, and she stepped onto the stage, picked up the microphone, looked at the audience, with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were as cold as a knife, and she said in her nightingale-like voice, "It was just a warm-up, next time please The auctioneer will reiterate the auction rules."

As if waking up from a dream, the auctioneer hurriedly took over the conversation, "The starting price for a piano piece by Ms. Jiang is 8 yuan, with a minimum increase of 5 yuan. Increased price auctions and targeted auctions are adopted. Interested bidders must meet three conditions before they can bid." You can be a bidder..."

There was a commotion in the venue. Amidst the noisy discussions, Song Wenyuan looked up at the big screen in the venue, and couldn't help laughing at just one glance. Very well, first, interested bidders must be Chinese citizens.

As far as he knows, Kang Tianzhen seems to be...American.

I just want to praise Jiang Biying's bad intentions.

"Damn it..." Kang Tianzhen was dumbfounded, he looked at the restriction blankly, and murmured, "What about me?"

Song Wenyuan couldn't help but feel a little distressed by that lost soul, and had an urge to hug him. He stared blankly at Kang Tianzhen, took a deep breath, and looked away.

——This impulse is so inappropriate.

"Am I not good enough for her?" Kang Tianzhen grabbed Song Wenyuan and stared at him, "What else can I do? Why doesn't she like me?"

Song Wenyuan patted him on the head, "Emotional matters cannot be forced."

As soon as these words came out, Kang Tianzhen felt gloomy, as if he had been sentenced to death, and the bright little sun lost all its energy in an instant.

He probably really liked Jiang Biying very much.

Most of the present were well-known people in the antique business, and they all knew Kang Tianzhen's crush on Jiang Biying. At this time, they all looked over. The pity in their eyes made Song Wenyuan feel unbearable, let alone living in the envy of others. Kang Tianzhen.

"Go ahead and play," Kang Tianzhen turned around and said sadly, "I'm leaving."

An indescribable impulse surged into his heart, Song Wenyuan grabbed his wrist, "Where are you going? I'll accompany you."

"No, you stay," Kang Tianzhen broke away from him, looked at the quaint guqin on the booth and Jiang Biying standing beside the guqin, pain flooded his eyes like a tide, he cruelly moved his gaze away, looked at Song Wenyuan and said seriously , "If you stay and participate in the auction, I can reimburse you all the money."

Song Wenyuan frowned, "But... are you willing?"

"So what if I'm not reconciled?" Kang Tianzhen said in a low voice, "I've worked hard for so long, but she still doesn't like me. There must be someone who wins this auction. That person, I'd rather be you, at least, so that she will really happy."

After speaking, Kang Tianzhen walked out of the venue.

Song Wenyuan struggled for a moment, turned back to look at the booth, happened to bump into Jiang Biying's gaze, the two looked at each other, Jiang Biying's beautiful eyes were full of prayers, Song Wenyuan said "I'm sorry" with a blank face, and after finishing speaking, he ignored With sadness in her eyes, she turned and left the venue.

The distance between the two was only a few minutes, and Song Wenyuan couldn't find Kang Tianzhen when he walked out of the venue. He walked around the parking lot and found nothing. He suddenly remembered that he didn't know Kang Tianzhen's car model.

Although the two have shared joys and sorrows, I actually don't know him well.

He also lost interest in continuing to participate in the charity auction, and walked out resentfully. The hotel was not close to his residence, but he planned to walk back on foot.

In April in the world, cherry blossoms are blooming, let the cool night wind blow your swollen brain, and blow away some inappropriate thoughts.

After walking for some time, Song Wenyuan felt that his legs were numb, but his mind became more and more confused. Faces changed in his mind: parents, Hong Yang, grandpa, Zhao Liang, Huang Xingyun, Jiang Biying, Kang Tianzhen...

He shook his head, trying to drive Kang Tianzhen out of his mind: he is the sun hanging high in the sky, not someone he can easily pick.

Suddenly the phone rang, Song Wenyuan glanced at the screen and was stunned: Kang Tianzhen?I really want to come here...

"Hello? Kang Tianzhen, what's the matter?"

"Hey "hiss--" please "hiss--" Song Wen "hiss--"? "A strange voice came from over there, and the voice was intermittent amidst the loud music.

Song Wenyuan frowned slightly, "I'm Song Wenyuan, what's going on, where's Kang Tianzhen?"

"It's like a hiss, Kang "hiss" is drunk, crying to "hiss..."

The noisy environment made Song Wenyuan want to drop his phone. It took him a long time to realize that Kang Tianzhen was drunk in the bar and was crying to find... himself?

why? !

Before he could figure out why, Song Wenyuan's body was faster than his mind, and he sat in a taxi to the bar.Why did Kang Tianzhen look for herself when she was drunk?In his opinion, he is so trustworthy?

No, the two have not known each other for a long time. Although they saved him in Hubei, it was just a small effort, and it would not make him unique in his heart.

Thinking of this, Song Wenyuan couldn't help but smile wryly: the only thing he could remember when he was drunk was the so-called revenge of taking his wife, Jiang Biying really did it.

Sure enough, when we arrived at the bar, Kang Tianzhen rushed forward with all his teeth and claws, "I want to fight you! If you lose, leave Biying!"

The strong smell of alcohol came over his face, Song Wenyuan helplessly supported him, "Stop making trouble."

Kang Tianzhen was as excited as if he had drunk marijuana. He was so excited that he was almost insane. Like a mad dog, he grabbed Song Wenyuan and scolded and beat him. He heard a snort, and the buttons poured down like broken jade. Strong and beautiful muscles can be seen at a glance.

"Aww..." There was a burst of screaming from around.

Song Wenyuan took a deep breath, exhausted his patience, put his palm on Kang Tianzhen's shoulder, and pulled it up and down neatly, and with a crisp click, he took off his arm.

In an instant, Kang Tianzhen howled loudly.

Song Wenyuan moved his fingers, clicked, and put back his misplaced joint. Kang Tianzhen was confused and didn't know what happened, but he was so stimulated by this moment of pain that he lost any energy, and hugged his arms and moaned.

Finally, the mad dog was no longer aggressive. Song Wenyuan heaved a sigh of relief. With his fingers, he pulled all his hair back, exposing his sweaty forehead. He turned to look at the bar staff, took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and pressed At the bar, he whispered, "Add some ingredients to make him quiet."

The bartender was taken aback. He was just about to declare that he was a moral bartender when his eyes met Song Wenyuan's calm and sharp eyes and his firm muscles glowing with water. If he refused, he would suddenly swallow it with moral integrity. back into the stomach.

After a while, a glass of bright fortified spirits was delivered to the bar.

Song Wenyuan picked up the wine glass, calmly downed the bewildered Kang Tianzhen, turned around and put the empty glass back on the bar, and smiled gently at the bartender, "Thank you."

"...You're welcome," the bartender replied blankly.

The medicine took effect very quickly, Kang Tianzhen yawned, and fell asleep on Song Wenyuan's shoulder.

Song Wenyuan helped them up and was about to leave when the person in charge of the bar stopped them, wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, "That...Mr. Song, Young Master Kang smashed a stool in the bar when he was drunk. This compensation..."

"A stool? How much does it cost?"

"No, no, it's not a stool." The person in charge looked at him cautiously, always thinking that this man with a gentle face would suddenly turn into a beast, and while observing his expression, said hesitantly, " It's three high pedals, two coffee tables, five bottles of red wine, eight glasses, ten..."

Song Wenyuan: "..."

When Kang Tianzhen opened his eyes again, it was already high in the sun, and his head was in pain from the inside to the outside. He rubbed his eyes, stared at the pale ceiling for a moment, and found that his mind was in chaos. The chaos, the clamor of alcohol...

But I can't remember how I got back.

His stomach was growling with hunger, Kang Tianzhen frowned and looked at this strange place, it looked like someone's bedroom, a narrow single bed, next to a desk, on the table were neatly placed a few antique appreciation books Next to the illustration book is an old-fashioned wardrobe that looks at least 20 years old, and nothing else.

——What is going on with this poor bedroom that seems to have traveled from the 80s?

As if hearing his voice, the door opened with a creak, and Song Wenyuan walked in with a glass of orange juice.

"...You brought me back?" Kang Tianzhen asked in surprise, holding back the hangover headache and sitting up, "Ah... why does my arm hurt so much?"

The severe pain in his shoulder made him fall back on the bed, subconsciously looked at his shoulder, and then his whole face froze in an instant, and after a while, a scream pierced the silence, "Damn it! Why am I not wearing any clothes? ??"