He can't read my heart today

But since Xi Jun has already mentioned the matter of this new series, he has no reason to push it further.

Wen Xiangwu looked at the paintbrush in his hand, with a sad expression on his face, and he didn't seem to be in any mood.

"I have already contacted the person you want me to contact. They will come soon." Gong Chenglan sat behind Wen Xiangwu, watching Wen Xiangwu do these trivial things.

Painting is actually very important to Wen Xiangwu.Wen Xiangwu's hands are also pretty, although they are a little rough due to various paints, but to a boy, it's nothing.These hands are big enough and powerful, with slender, flexible and soft fingers.

Gong Chenglan was lightly lost in thought, and couldn't say anything else after all.

"Why did you suddenly think of asking an accountant to make statistics on the property?"

To be honest, Gong Chenglan didn't understand what Wen Xiangwu wanted to do.

"I've been with you for so long, whether you're a doctor or right-handed, you always just tell me to do things and never tell me the reason." Gong Chenglan looked at Wen Xiangwu's back, with a touch of sadness in his words.

For ten years, it seems to be a tool man.Wen Xiangwu doesn't demand much from himself, and he will try his best to satisfy him, but he never knows what he wants to do.

His brain is fast.

After all, when he was a primary school student, he could subdue a servant in a big courtyard.

Gong Chenglan often thinks this way, if Wen Xiangwu is not the grandson of a housekeeper, but a wealthy family like Xi Jun's family, or a scholarly family, it doesn't matter that he doesn't have this strange disease, maybe he would have died sooner. He has become a leader in status among his peers.

But...that way I wouldn't be able to meet him either.Gong Chenglan thought up to this point, complaining about being selfish, but still rejoicing.

This question left Wen Xiangwu speechless.He was really not willing to take the initiative to tell Gong Chenglan anything.From the time he was assigned to this other courtyard, he became wary of everyone.

He can name every servant in this other courtyard, and he knows how long he has been there, but he has never cultivated a caring and capable servant, even for something as important as buying paint for himself. For things, he rotates people to go.

The reason is simple, he doesn't want to develop a confidant.He made up his mind that he would leave Xi's house.So I am not willing to arrange any nostalgic shadow to make myself hesitate a little when I leave.

Moreover, he was very worried about using the members of the Xi family.

Wen Xiangwu didn't trust the Xi family.In the final analysis, it was an uncomfortable feeling that made him hate the Xi family.

Yes, he hates the Xi family.

But Xi Jun is an exception.

"Of course I have my reasons for asking you to do something. You can choose not to do it. Even if you don't do it, I still have ways to do it." Wen Xiangwu changed his standing and continued to draw.

That's right.Gong Chenglan picked up the teacup, silently took a sip of the black tea, and answered without answering.Act like you didn't hear it.

"Xi Jun seldom comes to the other courtyard recently." Pick a head and change the subject.

very blunt.Wen Xiangwu muttered something in his heart, but he didn't say anything sarcastic. He knew that Gong Chenglan's willingness to change the subject was a great improvement.

To some extent, he stopped being jealous of Xi Jun.

"Ah, yes." Wen Xiangwu mixed the colors on the palette, and wrote again, "Because the Xi family and his wife came back, he stayed in the main courtyard for a long time. Then, the loss caused by the mist before, In the early morning, our company has nothing to do with Misty. He is suffering from the endless harassment of the board of directors all day long."

When Gong Chenglan heard Wen Xiangwu say this, her heart became alert instantly.

But Wen Xiangwu continued to talk, his mood was very calm, as if he didn't care.

"The old antiques on the board of directors are really boring. I want to avoid losses, but I don't dare to do something drastic to solve the predicament. I only know how to trouble this little heir." Wen Xiangwu's emotions were not obvious, but his tone The contempt in her heart made Gong Chenglan feel cold.

"Which one of those old antiques is not a person with a head and a face. Separated by two layers of relatives, or separated by a few contracts, the relationship with Mi Meng is like a sister-in-law."

Gently changed to a clean brush, Wen Xiangwu took advantage of this gap to move his neck and shoulders, and continued to paint.

"Troublesome and disgusting. If you don't handle it well, you have to take responsibility. Both sides refuse to offend, and you still want to get a bonus." Wen Xiangwu's mouth curled up with a trace of contempt, "Businessmen are greedy."

After finishing such a long line, Gong Chenglan put down the cup in her hand and was silent for a moment.

"Who told you all this."

This question was very direct, Wen Xiangwu was shocked by Gong Chenglan's directness, and finally just smiled faintly, turned around to look at him, and gently shook his fingers with a little yellow-green paint. shook.

"As long as I want to know, some people are willing to send information to my face."

Gong Chenglan watched Wen Xiangwu pretending to be mysterious, thought for a while, and finally just smiled softly, "Allen told you."

"You can think that way."

When Gong Chenglan heard what he said, she was also surprised, but after thinking about it, she couldn't think of anyone who could understand the situation so well and release the news to Wen Xiangwu.

The servants in the other courtyard were impressed by the temperature, but they had very little contact with the main courtyard, and it was all recruited by the servants under the care of the housekeeper.His status in the Xi family is not much different from these servants.Xi Jun may raise a few words, but probably not in such detail.

"I want to ask you, why do you hire an accountant?"

"Well..." Wen Xiangwu stood up straight, looked at his painting, thought about what color to use, and answered Gong Chenglan's question with his mind, "It's okay to tell you. I want to know if I How much can I sell these designs to Xi Jun and the others? After all, I have lived in the Xi family for so long, so I should give some money."

Wen Xiangwu's design drafts are not many, but they are all very valuable.As far as the series is concerned, there is only burning, but the manuscripts that Xi Jun found out from the waste manuscripts and repaired them have also produced some works sporadically, and the value is continuously rising.

"The sum of those manuscripts is enough for all my expenses from elementary school to graduate school. It is more than enough to buy a house of three or four hundred square meters in the capital."

Wen Xiangwu made the last stroke, with a gratified smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with his work.

Hearing Gong Chenglan's words, he was very aware of this fact.

"It is very helpful for me to find an accountant to calculate my personal worth. Only by knowing my own value can I make better terms."

"The contract between you and Chenchen was signed by Xi Jun. Do you think you can get any benefits?"

Wen Xiangwu poured the paintbrush into the bucket, and the clean water instantly became turbid due to the mixing of various colors. It was black and gray, and the color was indescribable, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Look, if the paintbrush gets into the bucket, it will stain the water in the bucket. If you let it sit for three or four hours, there will be a dirty mark on the wall of the bucket that is difficult to clean." Wen Xiangwu opened his mouth inexplicably, "Help People wash it carefully every time, but marks will still be left, and when the marks are obvious, they will replace it with a new one that is exactly the same, I know it, but I didn’t say anything.”

"Because sometimes, there are some things that people worry about. I don't need to worry about these little things."

This made Gong Chenglan feel at a loss.

A few days later, the electronic draft of [Bai Ye] was sent from Wen Xiangwu's tablet to Xi Jun's computer.

Transparent and black zircons are used as the basis, with different designs, including necklaces, earrings, rings, bracelets and brooches, which is a very complete series.

Wen Xiangwu also sent a painting along with the design draft.

Some unscientific, but wonderfully beautiful pictures.It may be a work that was scanned by a computer and reprocessed by Wen Xiangwu on a tablet.From the top to the middle, it is dark blue to deep purple to light violet, and the connection is orange and yellow, and the bottom is light green. Two birch trees are slightly painted, which should be the appearance of the sky connecting the grass.But the sky is stained with white paint to give the feeling of stars.

Xi Jun can probably guess how this is done. Wen Xiangwu did it in front of his eyes. One paintbrush is dipped in an appropriate amount of white paint, and another paintbrush is used to tap it. It feels like a star.A big sun hangs in the sky, which is very eye-catching in the painting. Where the sky meets the grass is a crescent moon.

Subtle incongruity, subtly unscientific.Beauty and artistry at its utmost.

Wen Xiangwu is a genius, he should have been discovered long ago.Xi Jun sighed in his heart for his talent.

The people in the design department are very relaxed because of the electronic manuscript, and the display of the work is more three-dimensional.The new series is already in the works soon.

After saying this, Xi Jun couldn't help staring at Wen Xiangwu's expressionless face, wondering if he had done something wrong, and worried why Wen Xiangwu didn't speak.

"Father didn't trust you before. Now he can feel at ease." Xi Jun thought about it, and started to raise the topic.

Wen Xiangwu's face was slightly puzzled, "Why don't you believe me?"

This is something both of them know well.He knew about Allen's affairs, so there was no reason not to investigate, but even so, Wen Xiangwu still felt uncomfortable.

It's Xi Jun, and that's what he trusts in himself.

"Ah?" Xi Jun's mind turned quickly, and he quickly reacted, "Hey, what else can it be, my father is afraid that you will not be able to take charge of a large series, and thinks that your career as a designer may be delayed because of this illness .”

"What about you? Do you trust me?"

Wen Xiangwu stared at Xi Jun's face with a solemn expression, and asked this sentence very formally.

"Of course I trust you." Xi Jun looked at Wen Xiangwu with a sincere smile.

"I have always trusted you."

"No matter what happens?"

"No matter what happens."