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Kang Tianzhen can't believe that Wang Sanxiao, who is cruel by nature, lives like a goblin in Mr. Wei's mobile phone. Although the Buddha said that Yunning would demolish ten temples without ruining a marriage, he still has an attitude of being responsible for both of them. , Kang Tianzhen pointed to the photo, and asked Wei Cong cautiously, "I said, you like Wang Sanxiao like this?"

"I only have this one."

Kang Tianzhen saw the business opportunity keenly, and approached him with a toothache, "I have a lot of pictures of Xiaoxiao here, do you want one? It costs 1 yuan a piece."

"how many?"

"From small to large, dozens or hundreds of photos," Kang Tianzhen swayed his legs, "If you are sincere enough, we can also cooperate for a long time, front face, back view, pornographic photos, nude photos, bed photos... as long as I want Do it, you can do anything."

Wei Cong's face darkened instantly.

Song Wenyuan smiled and pulled Kang Tianzhen aside, "Stop making trouble, Mr. Wei, we won't help you make an appointment with Wang Sanxiao. Since he doesn't want to see you, there must be his reasons. We respect his choice."

There was a sudden commotion outside the door, Wei Cong dashed to the door vigorously, just as someone outside broke in, Wang Sanxiao barged in, "What happened?"

"We should be asking you this question," Kang Tianzhen poked his head out from behind Song Wenyuan, and when he saw him, he immediately yelled, "Why did you kick the door open to our room? The hotel will ask us to pay for it. "

Wang Sanxiao's fierce eyes softened the moment he saw him, "I saw two strange bodyguards guarding the door, and thought you were being bullied..." He turned his head and saw Wei Cong behind the door, The voice stopped abruptly, and the eyes turned around among them a few times, and landed on the safe on the table, "Is this the painting?"

"Yes," Kang Tianzhen fiddled with the combination lock in vain, "Old Wei is not willing to sell paintings, but he is willing to lend them to us to tide over the crisis, so although Grandpa Wei looks a little scary, he is still a good grandpa. Well."

"Open me and see."

Wei Cong came over, opened the safe without saying a word, took out the real painting, and unfolded it on the tea table, Wang Sanxiao took the magnifying glass, leaned over to look at it inch by inch, "It's really not ordinary, it's normal for Wei Lao to be reluctant to sell it. "

"We can understand him," Song Wenyuan said, "It is the best result for him to lend a helping hand this time."

While looking at the painting, Kang Tianzhen sized up Wang Sanxiao out of the corner of his eye, wondering wretchedly what kind of situation this guy was on the bed.

In his heart, Wang Sanxiao is like a male god. He is omnipotent, majestic, full of tongue, smelly and shameless... Such a person is willing to be inferior to others?

Wait... Could it be forced by the domineering president?Impossible, there is no one in this world who can force Wang San to smile.

"What are you looking at with these two silly tricks?" Wang San smiled and twisted his cheeks, and said with a smile, "Go back to Nanjing tomorrow?"

"Going back tomorrow morning, there are still many things to deal with," Kang Tianzhen said, "Smile, will you go with us?"

Wei Cong's eyes suddenly darkened.

Wang San smiled and threw a pistachio into his mouth, chewing it loudly, "No, I'm going to go for a walk in the northwest."

"Stay in Beijing," Wei Cong whispered.

Wang San glanced at him with a smile, "At the feet of the Son of Heaven, there are too many bosses like you, and I, an ordinary commoner, can't use my fists."

Wei Cong frowned, "Someone bullied you?"

"Your father," Wang San said with a half-smile, "Your father is the one who disrespects me the most in Beijing. Is Mr. Wei going to make the decision for me?"

Wei Cong paused.

"Just kidding," Wang San smiled at him and turned to Song Wenyuan, "Since your matter has been settled, I don't need to talk too much. I'll send someone to pick you up at the airport tomorrow morning."

Wang Sanxiao appeared on the stage like a thunderbolt, and then left like a gust of wind. The sad Wei Cong only had time to say nine words in total, so the domineering president who was naturally unhappy became even more depressed.

Kang Tianzhen didn't care about his mood, so he squeezed the handle of the safe, "Dude, since you saw Xiaoxiao, can we take this painting away?"

Wei Cong looked at him with unfriendly eyes.

Song Wenyuan smiled gently, and stretched out his hand, "It seems that President Wei and Wang Sanxiao are indeed friends, and we can let go of our guard against each other in the future."

Wei Cong shook hands with him indifferently, and said in a low voice, "Next time I come to Beijing, I hope to meet again." After speaking, he left the hotel with his bodyguards.

Finally there was only the young couple left in the room, Song Wenyuan went to lock the door, turned around, saw Kang Tianzhen sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding the safe in his arms, raised his head, looked at him, his dark eyes were full of confusion, " Song Wenyuan, in fact, what we did was wrong, right?"

"Ok?"

"Shouldn't we admit our mistakes when we did something wrong?" Kang Tianzhen said in a low voice, "We drilled the eyes because our eyesight is not enough and we shouldn't cover it up."

Song Wenyuan smiled wryly, "There is no other way. It is right to admit mistakes, but not now."

The two carefully tidied up the famous painting, returned to the bed after taking a shower, Kang Tianzhen rolled into Song Wenyuan's arms, and put his pillow on his arm, "Say, Xiaoxiao really has an affair with Mr. Wei, right? "

Song Wenyuan was physically and mentally exhausted after the day, and forced himself to gossip with him, "It doesn't look like it."

"That's right," Kang Tianzhen nodded, "Boss Wei seems to be hot with a shaved head, and smiled and ignored him. Oh, I suddenly remembered that when we came to Beijing last time, we met at Wei's head office. Smile, do you remember?"

"Well, there is such a thing."

"Your senior brother was there at the time. Seeing how he and the company secretary looked like, it's not the first time Xiaoxiao has appeared. Could it be that he really had an affair?" Kang Tianzhen yawned and said wearily, "I also saw There is a hickey on Xiaoxiao's neck, my God, the more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes..."

Song Wenyuan raised his hand to turn off the light, and looked down at the person in his arms. This guy was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes and was gossiping stubbornly. He couldn't help laughing, "Wang Sanxiao has also reached the marriageable age. If they are really together , we should bless."

"He doesn't need our blessing," Kang Tianzhen snorted, paused for two seconds, and couldn't help but say again, "But that Mr. Wei doesn't look like a fuel-efficient lamp, he is a domineering president, and there is an overlord at home." , Xiaoxiao won’t be bullied, right?”

Song Wenyuan laughed, Wang Sanxiao is the one who will be bullied?Smiling and kissing him, "Stop thinking about it, go to sleep."

"Well," Kang Tianzhen kissed his chest for a few minutes, and finally fell asleep tiredly.

Early the next morning, Wang Sanxiao came to take the two of them to the airport, wearing sunglasses and sitting in an antique Ferrari, holding a thick, long and shiny sesame oil fruit, and asked while chewing, "When will it open?"

"September [-]th," Kang Tianzhen leaned forward and took a bite of the bottom of his fried dough stick, "give me some."

"Good day." Wang Sanxiao took out a plastic bag, fried dough sticks, finger cakes, soy milk, which can be called the standard breakfast.

Kang Tianzhen pulled Song Wenyuan into the car and started to eat, "Smile, I thought about it all night last night, and I didn't sleep well during the beauty sleep. What's the matter with you and Mr. Wei?"

"Uncle is so charming, he can be both male and female, he is just another suitor who falls under uncle's suit pants," Wang Sanxiao said coldly, biting a sesame oil fruit.

"Then..." There was also a driver in the car, Kang Tianzhen thought about it, and leaned over cautiously, and whispered in his ear, "Is Wei always the man who left a hickey on your neck?"

Wang San smiled and glanced at him lightly, "Uncle has too much experience, he has long forgotten."

"!!!" Kang Tianzhen muttered as if struck by lightning, "Last time you said you were a virgin, it's only been a few months..."

"Time flies by like a white horse..."

Kang Tianzhen had a dark face, "Hi!"

Wang San laughed loudly, "Don't worry about eating radish too salty, that half-mute surnamed Wei won't kidnap your Uncle Wang, don't worry."

"That's good," Kang Tianzhen stroked his chest in fear, and said, "I'm really afraid that you will marry into a rich family if you lose your mind. You are far away in Beijing, and you won't have a son. If you are abused by your parents-in-law, there is nothing we can do about it." The first time I went to rescue you, that Grandpa Wei didn't look too easy to mess with."

"...You really broke your heart."

After sending it to the airport, Kang Tianzhen went to change the boarding pass. Wang San smiled and glanced at Song Wenyuan, "Is there something you want to talk to me alone? Isn't Young Master Song also concerned about my relationship progress?"

"It's enough for you to care about Tianzhen alone," Song Wenyuan laughed, "I want to ask you to help investigate something."

"what's up?"

"Old Wei has a woman beside her, named Gu Yan..."

Wang Sanxiao immediately understood what he meant, "In name, she is Mr. Wei's life assistant and art investment consultant. She is currently the most effective by Mr. Wei's side. Wen Yuan, do you think she is your mother?"

Song Wenyuan said indifferently, "She doesn't want to recognize me."

"Then what do you want to investigate? The reason why she doesn't want to admit you?"

Song Wenyuan paused and shook his head, "Forget it, let's not investigate..."

Kang Tianzhen changed the boarding pass, ran back and took Song Wenyuan's hand, "Hey, what are you talking about, so serious?"

"It's nothing," Song Wenyuan looked at him with a smile, "Let's go."

This year, Nanjing’s autumn tigers are as strong as ever. In September, the temperature rises again. On September 04th, it is almost too hot. On Sunday, the Antique Street opens at 30:[-]. .

At [-] o'clock in the morning, the sound of gun salute pierced the sky, and the ten princes and Song Wenyuan, who lived in seclusion, pulled down the red silk hand in hand. The three Han officials in Huaixinlou were vigorous and powerful, marking the re-opening of the first library in the south of the Yangtze River.

The shop is furnished in a simple and elegant way, with Ming-style furniture in the middle, rare books and ancient books displayed in the glass cabinets on both sides, and official porcelain and jade wares displayed in the Duobaoge behind it.

The treasure of the town store - the authentic work "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" by Jing Hao, a painter of the Tang Dynasty, lies quietly in the glass safe without unfolding.

Although he was expelled from the teacher's school, he was Huang Xingyun's closed disciple after all, and he was also a direct descendant of the great book collector Song Shiqi at that time, so many local collectors in Nanjing came to join him.

"Song Wenyuan," Kang Tianzhen walked in. He was wearing a light blue shirt and suit pants, and he had a somewhat mature sense of social elite.

Song Wenyuan was laughing and admiring ancient jade with a collector, when he heard the sound, he raised his head and saw him, "What's wrong?"

Kang Tianzhen's eyes flashed with a sly gleam, and she whispered in his ear, "Old Monster Huang is here."

"..." Song Wenyuan looked at the door, and sure enough, he saw Huang Xingyun and two old men in double-breasted gowns walking in talking and laughing. , smiled, "Teacher."

Huang Xingyun stood with his hands behind his back, refused his handshake, and said arrogantly, "You are no longer my apprentice, so don't call me teacher anymore, I am dull and inflexible, and I can't teach you such a flexible apprentice."