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When Wen Yu returned to China, it happened that Zhan Yifei had left Shanghai. She was thinking about her in-laws whom she hadn't seen for a long time, so she went home to visit her parents-in-law after she got settled in the hotel.

When I married Zhan Yiwen at the beginning, I thought that the man's parents would strongly oppose it, but I didn't expect to marry into a wealthy family easily in the end.After getting married, her father-in-law, Zhan Bo, always regarded her as his daughter, which made Wen Yu, who was at most only from a scholarly family, very grateful.The three-and-a-half-year-old girl was running around in the room, and her flip-flops knocked the floor with a crisp sound. Wen Yu thought the girl was annoying, so she smiled and gave her a nod.

Zhan Rong is also there, and the family shares a family bond.

"You are too cruel, just take Xiao Jin and leave us alone, don't leave when you come back this time." Ma Huili sighed, after the death of her son, her granddaughter was the only thing she cared about, and she hadn't seen her for so long, it was all to blame Cruel mother.

"I'm sorry, Mom and Dad." Wen Yu smiled, because she had dealt with all her overseas assets in cash and gave them to Zhan Yifei. She was indeed going home, "I don't intend to leave this time when I come back, and let Xiao Jin Stay with you more."

"It's great to be back." Ma Huili sighed again, "Your dad and I are getting old, and things in the group have not gone well recently. The only one who can accompany us and let us spend our old age peacefully is Xiao Jin."

"It's not the only one, right? You still have Ah Fei." Wen Yu has always known that the relationship between the Zhan family father and son is not good, and she has another wish this time when she comes back to bridge the relationship between the father and son.She turned her face to Zhan Bo, smiled and said, "That kid is quite thoughtful, really. He does a lot better than his brother in many areas."

"What's so good? They're all unreliable ideas. They want to build a 'China's fashion empire'? The aesthetics of Chinese people can't reach that level. When Yiwen wanted to set up a cosmetics company, I was also against it." Referring to Yingnian Zhan Bo, the son who died young, also shook his head and sighed, "You get close to Yifei, let him get married early, and Minister Qiu's daughter is still waiting for him."

I'm afraid I can't get married.Wen Yu pretended to agree to persuade, and took advantage of Zhan Bo's face to relax, and said, "Actually, Ah Fei also knows that the family has a lot of troubles recently. He didn't ask the family for money, but he wanted to lighten the burden on Rong Xing. He came here when I was abroad. I've seen me and talked a lot, this kid is too thin-skinned, I'm afraid you won't respond if I want to call you 'Daddy'."

"Can you answer? Isn't there no blood relationship at all?!" Zhan Bo scolded his son from the air, but his face looked more tired and gentle.He didn't dare to be too kind to this inexplicable son all these years, most likely because he was afraid that his wife's natal family would have opinions.Now that the father-in-law is dead, things in the business field are becoming more and more difficult. After his back became rickety and his hair became grayer, he gradually remembered that he still had a son.I want my son to get married. On the one hand, it is for business, and on the other hand, I want to repair the rift that has been broken for many years.Putting a chopstick of vegetables into the bowl, Zhan Bo pretended to be expressionless, but actually softened his tone, "You can persuade him to go home, it's hard work outside alone, no matter what, Banyan Xing is also his backing."

Zhan Rong, who had been silent for a long time, smiled slightly. He knew best that the barriers that time can overcome are not barriers, and the problems that time can solve are not problems. It's just that the father and son have a stubborn temper, and neither of them is willing to lower this first. head.

He suddenly opened his mouth and asked Wen Yu: "Xiaoyu, what are your plans for coming back this time?"

"I always think, I'm still young, and I can't just live my whole life like this. I'm a law student, but I feel a lot lost after not engaging in this profession for so many years. I'm thinking whether to go to Go to school and pick up a major in this field."

"It's good to study, and it's always good to want to learn something. What people fear the most is that they don't want to make progress and don't work hard." Zhan Rong smiled even more, expressing that he would support the other party's decision no matter what, stopped, and asked, "What do you want?" Never thought about going to Mi Ya for help?"

Wen Yu was surprised: "Mi Ya?"

Zhan Rong said again: "Yifei is a soft-eared kid, and he is easy to listen and believe, but things in the business world must not be so hasty. Mi Ya happens to be short of a legal counselor right now. You can remind him while reading. , help him."

Zhan Bo also agreed: "You will have to adapt to everything soon after you return to China. It would be great if you can start your new life in an environment you are familiar with."

Even her father-in-law agreed, and Wen Yu felt that it was inconvenient to refuse. She nodded at Zhan Rong and smiled: "Second Uncle, everything is up to your arrangement."

"Okay." Zhan Rong also smiled, and when he lowered his head, that little guy ran right in front of him, so he reached out and lovingly stroked her hair, and said, "Yifei went out to do errands these two days, when did he come back?" It's accurate. Tell me when you have a rest, and I will arrange for you to join the company."

Zhan Yifei really went out to do errands these two days, because Fang Funong told him to find a Chinese painter comparable to Jeff Alberts, and he let him go without paying attention.

It wasn't until she was coaxed all the way onto the tourist bus to Mount Jiuhua that she realized that she had been fooled by his mother.

In fact, he wanted to bring him here after the beauty expo was over last time, but the two of them got into a big fight later, so he forgot about it.Fang Funong was half joking and half serious, saying that Zhan Yifei was too hostile.

Not long after getting into the car, Zhan Yifei developed symptoms of motion sickness. The winding mountain road was a bit steep, and after a few turns, the uncomfortable feeling became worse immediately.Lao Xia has never driven so unsteadily, and this tourist bus is not the same as his famous car that only drinks 98 gasoline.There was a mixed smell of sandalwood and diesel in the car, which was unpleasant and weird.

Headache, tinnitus, and nausea, Zhan Yifei turned his face out of the window, some voices came intermittently in his ears, a pair of old women with white temples like snow were talking about shrouds and urns. It is red sandalwood.

The bus passed through the ruins of a barren ridge, and the fog made the world outside the window look extraordinarily far-reaching.

Having deeply experienced the discomfort that a woman can only feel when she is pregnant for ten months, Zhan Yifei wanted to close his eyes and rest his mind, but suddenly heard a crisp voice: "Look at your appearance, you must be from Shanghai, right?"

"I heard that men in Shanghai are very sissy, but you are fine."

"I've also heard that men in Shanghai are strict with their wives and bloodless. When fighting, they only use their mouths but not hands, and they even stick their fingers when they curse!"

"..."

A series of tinkling laughter rang out, and Zhan Yifei glanced at the seat beside him, and saw several girls in the front row and back row gathered around Fang Funong, laughing and laughing.

Feel free to look at the head, four.Zhan Yifei can't remember the looks of these girls, and he doesn't bother to remember them. He vaguely remembers a full head curtain, a shoe sole face, a smile with two big rabbit teeth, and apricot eyes and peach cheeks, red lips and white teeth... Let's just say Even if she is the most beautiful among the four.

The most beautiful one looked at him unpreparedly, blushed suddenly, and hurriedly moved his eyes away.

The four girls had just finished their college entrance examinations, so they were not counted as pilgrims, but just came to play together.Because the two men were dressed in casual clothes, they looked like college students, even handsome college students, so they couldn't help but strike up a conversation.

The girls hurriedly handed over water, bread, and snacks, and Fang Funong took them all, and sometimes gave them a charming smile. It was like a star.

"You look like a star..." The sole face looked at Fang Funong, then raised his finger and pointed to the full head curtain next to him, and said seemingly disdainfully, "Well, she likes that star the most. She bought a bunch of everything, she was so stupid..."

"What's wrong with me being an outsourcer? Tang E is really handsome, you have the ability to find someone who is more handsome than him..." Qi Toulian also tried to jump over Fang Funong and strike up a conversation with Zhan Yifei who was seated inside, she said, "What university are you from? Both of them have been admitted to Shanghai, maybe they can become your junior girls!"

Girls at this age are the most idiotic and noisy, just like their own sister.Zhan Yifei turned a blind eye to the girl's approach, and just gave Fang Funong a cold look.He took off the baseball cap he was wearing, covered his face with the hat, and leaned back on the chair with his arms crossed, to show that he was going to sleep and no one would disturb him.

The girl who was rejected by the door looked resentful, but Fang Funong smiled with power, "He is too shy."

Zhan Yifei has never been to Jiuhua, and he has only been to Mount Putuo, the Four Great Buddha Mountains, and only once.Buddhist holy places are similar, hotels and restaurants are all cheap and not good, that is to say, generally remodeled houses, every household sells mountain delicacies and offers incense, and depends on Foshan to eat Foshan.After Zhan Yifei entered the hotel, Fang Funong disappeared.It should be with those four girls.

It was still uncomfortable, the waist was bent all night and bumped for nearly six hours, and the buttocks that were already sore seemed to be pierced with steel nails.The cold air in the mountains will make a sound when it knocks on the doors and windows, like the annoying ringback tone.He lay down on the big bed and closed his eyes.

There is some depression in my heart, like a solitary in the water, undetectable.

The same temples and pavilions awakened his memory, and he remembered that his second uncle had taken him to Mount Putuo, and invited an eminent monk to perform a ritual for his mother.

Rich people believe this.Zhan Bo didn't show up from the beginning to the end, but paid the money for the monk to chant sutras.He clearly showed an attitude: he was indifferent to the woman surnamed Qi, and he also hated this son who appeared out of nowhere.

When Fang Funong came back, he found that the boy had already fallen asleep, hunched over like a fetus in a mother's womb, and curled up on the side of the bed.

This kid's eyelashes are too long and too dense, and when he closes his eyes, there is a stroke of thick ink from the corner of the eye to the end of the eye, and it has been dragging into the temple.At this moment, the eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if teardrops were hanging down.Fang Funong stepped forward to touch his forehead, it was still a little hot.

Before he could move his hand away, he was grabbed by the opponent.

The skin on the palm was thinly callused, and it was very comfortable to rub against the face.

Fang Funong smiled, "Are you awake?"

Opening his eyes suddenly, the eye sockets were indeed slightly red. Zhan Yifei sat up from the bed, and glanced at the other party in a lukewarm way: "Embracing left and right, you are a blessing to everyone, you are willing to come back."

"They want to see the money tree here, and I happened to be here, and I have a good memory." Fang Funong took out a can of mints in his pocket, and threw it to the other party.

Putting the candy into his mouth, the familiar sweet taste relieved the discomfort of motion sickness a lot, Zhan Yifei hooked the corner of his mouth, "I think one of the four looks good, you might as well leave her a number, wait She has come to Shanghai, you have many 'sisters' to take care of her, and she has many 'brothers' to take care of her."

"I think so too, but what they want is your number." Just now, the pretty girl caught their eye and asked a few times, Fang Funong just pretended not to understand, Did not let the other party get what they wanted.He reached out and pinched the chin of the man in front of him, and leaned on his face, "Why do girls like this kind of handsome boy now?"

"I don't like handsome ones, I like ugly ones." Opening the opponent's hand, he squeezed the opponent's chin again, "Just like you, it suits me best." The two faces were already close, Zhan Yifei She simply hugged Fang Funong's neck and bit his lips.

After the kiss, Zhan Yifei's face darkened: "I don't like temples, I want to go back—who are we looking for here?"

"A painter who returned from Japan, Qiu Cenge." Fang Funong paused, "Qiu Cenge's artistic achievements may not be comparable to Alberts, but his influence in China is no less than that of any celebrity. As a painter, his identity is extraordinary, let alone a handsome man."

"Qiu Cenge? I have an impression of this name." Zhan Yifei doesn't know much about the art circle, but he has heard of Qiu Cenge's name. He studied under the Japanese art master Ryo Kitamura and is known as "China's most beautiful male painter." ", such a title is vulgar, but one of his paintings is worth thousands of gold.After reminiscing, he continued, "But how can I remember, he is not young."

"It's almost forty, but painters are generally immortal and don't look old." Fang Funon smiled, "I just met Jeff and Xia Weiming recently, and Xia Weiming said that Qiu Cenge seemed to be sick. I recently practiced and recuperated in a temple here."

"When did you see that old Pope again?"

"Although I almost got into a fight with that old guy, he said that if Miya's new product is released, he is still willing to cooperate for free."

"Why do you want to do it?"

"Because he brought a sculpture work to Japan for exhibition...it's really...unsightly..." Fang Fu Nong glanced at Zhan Yifei, and sighed softly in his heart: If you know that your face is hung on a On the weird thing full of phallic decorations, it will definitely smash the exhibition hall on the spot.