minister under clothes

"Your gallery hasn't opened yet, so don't go out for a run every day, it's dangerous to drive outside." Yan Tou saw Lu Qingyi changing clothes before going to work, and couldn't help frowning to persuade him.

Recently, the heavy snow in Beijing has become thicker and thicker, and it has even been reported on the news.

Lu Qingyi replied casually: "I have to accompany Bai Sheng to pick out painting tools today, there is no way."

"There's no way there is so much. If he bothers you again, I'll make him evaporate." Yan Tou threatened viciously, but he didn't stop what he wanted to do, but complained: "I don't know what to do." I'm not willing to make you do this or that, that bastard."

Standing in front of the closet, Lu Qingyi heard the sound of the door closing, lowered his eyes sadly, and couldn't help but suppress a suppressed smile.

The houses in the suburbs do not have heating, and it is extremely cold in this severe winter.

The air seemed to be frozen.

Lonely and cruel.

All the way to the door, Lu Qingyi was a little tired, but when he entered the room and saw the person who was pinned to the ground, he immediately let the anger welling up in his heart take over all his mind, strode closer, and kicked hard: "You still Dare to say that my grandfather's death has nothing to do with you!"

The well-dressed Doctor Zhang was stopped here on his way to work, and he was already trembling with fright: "You, what do you want to do?!"

"What are you doing?" Lu Qingyi punched him in the face: "I want you to tell the truth, otherwise you won't even think about leaving!"

"I don't understand!" Dr. Zhang yelled hoarsely, obviously trying to embolden himself.

Lu Qingyi sneered: "If you don't understand, think about it slowly, and then tell me when you understand."

Then he stood up straight and ordered: "Take care of him, don't be polite to him, you trash who caress about human life!"

Dr. Zhang was stuffed with cloth by the burly man, and let out a muffled whimper of excitement.

Lu Qingyi no longer wanted to hear it, and turned back to the desolate small courtyard to take a few breaths of bitter air, forcing his mind to calm down.

There was nothing else he could do, he needed answers.

Whatever the answer is, it's much better than living a life of self-deception.

The ancestors have long said that paper cannot contain fire.

Even though Yan Tou didn't monitor Lu Qingyi's every move, even though Lu Qingyi had been very cautious long ago, he told too many lies and it would always be exposed.

This day happened to be the trial opening of Arlene's first counter in Beijing, so Yan Tou naturally had to be on-site to supervise.

After the event was successfully completed, he didn't bother to celebrate anything, so he wandered casually in the luxurious shopping mall, planning to buy a gift for Lu Qingyi.

As a result, after walking a few steps, he saw a figure he didn't want to see, and hesitatingly stopped slowly.

Bai Sheng was walking towards him.

He also brought a very handsome young man with him. The two of them were probably arguing about something, and their expressions were not happy.

Yan Tou was once forced by Lu Qingyi to introduce him to this cutting-edge painter, but he was dissatisfied with his usual behavior, so he didn't even want to say hello.

Bai Sheng raised his eyes to see him, and naturally vented his anger through his unfriendly nostrils.

But after a few seconds, Yan Tou suddenly frowned and asked, "Where's Tsing Yi?"

Bai Sheng stopped: "How would I know?"

Yan Tou said, "He didn't take you shopping today?"

Bai Sheng shook his head, his eyes showed a look of bewilderment.

Yan Tou was silent.

Bai Sheng reflected it, and smiled viciously: "Could it be that he used me as a shield and went on a date with someone else? I think you are the second Noah..."

Yan Tou really didn't have the energy to argue with the psycho, he was afraid that he couldn't help punching him in the face, and immediately walked away.

When I came home in the evening, there was rarely a ready-made dinner on the table.

But Yan Tou, who already had something on his mind, couldn't be happy at all, so he went straight into the kitchen and said, "It's so early to be back."

Lu Qingyi was frying steak for him, and he gave him a nod without raising his head.

Yan Tou frowned: "What did you buy for Bai Sheng?"

"Some paints and new oil pastels are made in France. I didn't expect them to be much more expensive in Beijing." Lu Qingyi said calmly.

I don't know how many lies he told in order to develop such a calm ability.

Yan Tou's heart felt cold for a while, and he didn't say anything more.

Lu Qingyi noticed the strange silence around him, turned off the fire and turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Tou didn't want to cause a deep misunderstanding between the two, and immediately wanted to confront each other, but who knew that the phone in his pocket rang, so he could only pick it up impatiently and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

In addition to taking care of his work, Rui Dan was also responsible for helping him watch out for all those who were unfavorable to Lu Qingyi. The tone of the report was loyal: "Mr. Yan, that Wang Zijin is flying to Beijing tomorrow."

Yan Tou immediately left the kitchen and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

"He just got rid of Mr. Lu's accusation against him. It seems that he is here to invest in a movie this time." Rui Dan replied.

"If I don't see the coffin, I won't cry. I will ask him to invest and pay for it!" Yan Tou was afraid that Lu Qingyi would hear it, so he cursed and said, "Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow, I have to eat."

"I wish you a pleasant meal." Rui Dan hung up the phone.

Yan Tou turned around while holding the phone in thought, and looked into Lu Qingyi's eyes that were close at hand, and couldn't help being a little panicked.

"What's wrong, it's weird when I go home." Lu Qingyi was puzzled.

Yan Tou, one head and two older, lost the mood to ask him why he lied, so he could only say: "It's not going well in the company today."

Lu Qingyi smiled: "Since you're off work, don't think too much about it, go change your clothes and wash your hands."

Yan Tou nodded absently.

Lu Qingyi watched him enter the bedroom, and then looked at the text message Bai Sheng sent to him: "I met someone named Yan today, and he thought I was with you, so maybe something happened. I wish you peace."

——Why don't you force me to ask, just as persevering as before?

Even Lu Qingyi, who had already thought about the explanation, was a little puzzled, but seeing that Yan Tou was not angry, he could only swallow his words.

A moment later, there was a crisp ringing of the doorbell.

He hurriedly took off his apron, walked over and asked, "Who is it?"

The domineering answer was taken for granted: "Me."

Lu Qingyi was slightly startled, seeing Yan Tou's arrogant mother on the monitor by the door, hesitated and didn't know how to react.