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The next morning Shu Qingmo woke up very early, when he came out of the guest bedroom, the servant was still cleaning the house.

He looked at the time, but at 06:30, when he was hesitating whether to say hello to the servant and leave first, a servant came to him and said to him: "Master Shu, wait a moment, I'm going to wake up Mr.

Shu Qingmo was startled, and quickly waved her hands: "No, no, I'm leaving now."

The servant said: "Mr. told you to call him when you wake up."

Shu Qingmo remembered what happened last night. He passed out in the sauna room. Fortunately, he fainted in front of Yan Zonglang. It was so embarrassing, so he didn't want to face Yan Zonglang at all now.

However, not long after, Yan Zonglang, who was wearing home clothes, came out from the direction of the back room, and said to him in a lazy and low voice, "Did you sleep well?"

Shu Qingmo nodded honestly: "Yes."

"Don't do this again next time." Yan Zonglang came to sit diagonally opposite Shu Qingmo, clasped his fingers, resting his elbows on the armrest of the sofa, and said in a not-so-gentle tone, "You have to be brave."

Shu Qingmo was rarely taught a lesson by his elders, because he was excellent in his studies, no matter whether it was Wu Yunmo or the school teachers, they couldn't fault him.

On the contrary, Yan Zonglang's teaching was so natural that Shu Qingmo couldn't help being a little dazed, as if he always showed his lame side in front of Yan Zonglang.

He didn't say a word, his shoulders drooped, and his expression was slightly lost.

Yan Zonglang didn't say anything more, he took out a paper bag from behind the armrest of the sofa, handed it to Shu Qingmo and said, "The materials you want."

Shu Qingmo was slightly taken aback, took a look at the paper bag, and found that there were more than a dozen scrolls inside.He looked at Yan Zonglang and asked, "Is it a silk painting from the late Qing Dynasty?"

"Yeah." Yan Zonglang said, "I asked the secretary to buy it before Boss Wu closed."

These paintings are all paintings by unknown artists, most of them are not properly preserved, and several of them are so damaged that even the contents cannot be seen clearly.

In fact, if I have to say it, the painting "Lonely Pine in the Setting Sun" in Shu Qingmo's hand is about the same level, and it is only because it is the work of Dean Li's great-grandfather that it has special value.

"Master doesn't think it's strange?" Shu Qingmo asked, "Buying so many worthless paintings."

Yan Zonglang said: "I bought your painting before, even if he finds it strange, he won't chase you away."

Shu Qingmo's picture of the Four Heavenly Kings was found by Yan Zonglang in Mozhai, so to Wu Yunmo, Yan Zonglang's secretary was no stranger.

"Thank you." Shu Qingmo accepted the painting, but still felt something was wrong.

Last night, Yan Zonglang let him go and do it, and he somewhat relieved the burden in his heart, but Wu Yunmo still had a lump in his heart.

From childhood to adulthood, apart from his mother, Wu Yunmo has treated him the best. The word "master" is heavier than "teacher" and "coach", let alone Wu Yunmo's kindness to him.

"What are you thinking?" Yan Zonglang asked Shu Qingmo, looking at him in a daze.

"It's okay." Shu Qingmo came back to his senses and deliberately changed the subject, "By the way, Mr. Yan, when I fainted yesterday, I was wearing swimming trunks..."

The meaning of Shu Qingmo's words was very clear. He woke up this morning and found himself fully dressed, and he didn't know who had changed his clothes.

"Well, what's the matter?" Yan Zonglang asked casually.

Shu Qingmo obviously felt that Yan Zonglang's attitude was perfunctory, so he had to ask bluntly, "Did Auntie change my swimming trunks?"

The aunts he was talking about were nothing more than two servants in Yan Zonglang's family.Although they all looked about 50 to [-] years old, Shu Qingmo still felt a little ashamed.

"Young Master," Yan Zonglang said earnestly, "Should I remind you that Auntie is a woman."

Shu Qingmo was stunned for a moment before turning the corner.

Auntie is female and he is an adult male. Auntie has no reason to change swimming trunks for him.

After understanding the meaning of Yan Zonglang's words, Shu Qingmo's expression cracked instantly.He stammered, "Then, did you change it for me?"

Yan Zonglang was amused by Shu Qingmo's appearance, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he said deliberately obliquely: "There are no other men in the family."

Shu Qingmo only felt a thunder strike on his head, fortunately he deliberately covered that embarrassing part with his hands after he came out of the swimming pool yesterday, but he didn't expect that Yan Zonglang would see him naked.

Wait, Shu Qingmo calmed down quickly, what if Yan Zonglang is a gentleman, and he closed his eyes to change it for him?

A little hope was ignited in his heart, he looked at Yan Zonglang with piercing eyes and asked, "Well, you, you probably didn't see it, did you?"

"What are you looking at? Is your butt?" Yan Zonglang raised the corners of his mouth amusedly, "It's white and round, and it feels good to the touch."

Shu Qingmo looked at Yan Zonglang in bewilderment, and couldn't believe that Yan Zonglang could still say such rascally words.

"I won't tease you." Yan Zonglang smiled, "I called the family doctor last night, and the doctor changed it for you."

Aftermath...

This idiom suddenly appeared in Shu Qingmo's mind.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and when he recovered, he looked at Yan Zonglang with a bit of complaint again.

Yan Zonglang had long been accustomed to Shu Qingmo's petty emotions, so he changed the subject and said, "I've given you the materials, how can you repay me?"

Hearing this, Shu Qingmo's aura suddenly shrank like a leaking balloon.He said without confidence: "I don't seem to have anything to repay you."

"Then owe it first." Yan Zonglang said, "Don't forget that you still owe me a painting."

After breakfast at Yan Zonglang's house, Shu Qingmo came to Ink Studio with a paper bag.

At this time, there were still ten minutes before the Mozhai opened. Shu Qingmo bought Wu Yunmo's favorite soy milk fritters at a nearby breakfast shop, and then waited at the door. When Wu Yunmo opened the shutter door, he handed the breakfast to Wu Yunmo , said flatteringly: "Master, good morning."

Wu Yunmo was taken aback. Seeing that it was Shu Qingmo, he turned back to the counter without a good face.

"Master." Shu Qingmo followed Mo Yunmo into the store, and put the breakfast on the counter, "Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Wu Yunmo pushed the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and asked angrily, "What are you doing here?"

Having said that, he took a sip of the soy milk in his pocket.

Wu Yunmo's temper has always been good, and Shu Qingmo knew that he would not be angry for long.

"Master, I was wrong, I shouldn't have made you angry." Shu Qingmo said with a good attitude, "I shouldn't have anything to do with the Shu family to fight for the inheritance."

"It's good that you know." Wu Yunmo put down the soybean milk and said.

"But..." Shu Qingmo said hesitantly, "I have already accepted the painting given by Fang Wanrou. No matter what the result is, I still don't want to give up halfway."

Giving up at this time, outsiders will only think that he retreated after seeing "The Picture of Lonely Pine in the Setting Sun", thinking that he was running away.

He is clearly capable of restoring the painting, but if he gives up before starting, other people will feel unwilling.

"Hey, let me tell you what's good about you." Wu Yunmo sighed helplessly, "I don't give you materials, and it's not like you don't know what the final frame will be. What's the point of working so hard?"

"I have materials." Shu Qingmo said, carrying the paper bag in his hand to the counter, "The customer who bought my picture of the Four Heavenly Kings before was Yan Zonglang. He heard that I was in trouble, and helped me get more than a dozen old paintings. .”

Wu Yunmo immediately recognized that the paper bag in Shu Qingmo's hand was something he sold last night, and he asked in surprise, "Is the person who came to my shop last night Yan Zonglang?"

Shu Qingmo shook her head and said, "No, it's his secretary."

"I wonder why that person bought so many old paintings..." Wu Yunmo muttered, then pushed his glasses that kept sliding down, looked at Shu Qing and said, "Why are you getting involved with Yan Zonglang again?" ? The Yan family is harder to mess with than the Shu family."

"It's a coincidence." Shu Qingmo didn't know how to explain it, so he simply said, "Based on the current contact, Mr. Yan doesn't look like a bad person."

"Whether it's bad or not, I don't know, but I heard that the Yan family has never done business at a loss." Wu Yunmo reminded, "People like them will not treat you well for no reason, and will definitely try to get you back."

Shu Qingmo knew that there was no good thing in the sky, but after Wu Yunmo mentioned it, he suddenly realized that he had already owed Yan Zonglang a lot of things without knowing it, such as one painting, ten sets of paints, and one favor.

It was like boiling a frog in warm water, making Shu Qingmo terrified after thinking about it.

He was sure that Yan Zonglang was definitely not idle to help him, because Yan Zonglang mentioned the word "repay" more than once.

"Master," Shu Qingmo put away his thoughts, and pushed the bag in his hand to Wu Yunmo, "I know you don't agree with me using the ancient calligraphy and paintings of Mozhai, so I came here today to ask you if you mind if I use them These are sold. If you don't agree, I won't use them. But I thought about it just now, and I still think it's better not to use them."

Shu Qingmo didn't have too much thought, he just felt that Wu Yunmo shouldn't do these tricks behind his back, so even though Yan Zonglang had helped him get the old painting, he honestly brought the painting to Ink Studio.

Of course Wu Yunmo understood that Shu Qingmo did this out of respect for him. If it were any other clever kid, he would definitely not send the painting back.

He shook his head and sighed, and said to Shu Qingmo: "I will refund the money to the customer from yesterday, and you can use these paintings as if they were given to you by the master."

Shu Qingmo was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Wu Yunmo to change his mind, he asked: "Master, do you agree with me to frame the painting of Shu's family?"

"I agree, but I don't agree." Wu Yunmo said seriously, "After you show off your skills, you will encounter many troubles. If you can't solve them by yourself, remember to come to Master."

Shu Qingmo finally let go of the burden in his heart. He pursed his lips, looked at Wu Yunmo and said, "Thank you, Master."

In the president's office on the 88th floor of the Huangjin Building, Secretary Chen approached Yan Zonglang who was reviewing documents with his mobile phone.

He opened the WeChat interface and handed it to Yan Zonglang, and asked, "Boss Yan, Boss Wu returned the money for buying the painting yesterday, should I accept it?"

Yan Zonglang put down the pen and was about to take the mobile phone from Secretary Chen when the mobile phone in his suit jacket pocket suddenly vibrated.

"Mr. Yan, hello." Shu Qingmo's voice sounded from the other end of the phone, "Thank you for the painting... It's just that I have solved the materials by myself now, so I have to trouble you to collect the money for the painting. "

"Why, isn't your master against you?" Yan Zonglang pointed at Secretary Chen a few times, signaling him to take the money and go out.

"I talked to him today, and he changed his mind." Shu Qingmo said.

"Why don't you just use the painting I gave you?" Yan Zonglang said.

Shu Qingmo was silent for a moment, and replied honestly, "I don't want to owe you favors."

Yan Zonglang chuckled lightly when he heard the words: "You still have a temper."