divorce?Think beautifully!

Since Chu Xiaoheng was spanked a few days ago, the other party has been a little inexplicably frightened recently.

That man is really bad. He bit his lip, angrily, and actually spanked his ass. Whoops... Does he want to lose face?

And his hand strength is not weak, these days every time he sits down, he feels his ass is hot, and he always thinks of the scene of being spanked, it's really... shameful!

Blame that stupid dog!If I knew it earlier, I should have dragged it in together.

Standing in front of the fitting mirror, Chu Heng adjusted his collar while grinding his teeth angrily, thinking to himself.

"Third Young Master," a staff member came in from outside, "The art exhibition is about to start, hurry up!"

"Oh," Chu Heng adjusted his red tie, his eyes full of elegance, "I see, come right away."

He was wearing a maroon suit today, his bag was burnt to death, his facial features were handsome, his eyebrows were curved, he walked out with his head held high and his chest held high, shaking hands and talking with all the guests.

Wu Sheng was outside a long time ago, chatting with some big names in the calligraphy and painting circles, with a smile on his face and a gentle manner.

"Professor Wu?"

Chu Heng walked over and greeted him.

"Come here!" Wu Sheng pulled Chu Heng over, looked him up and down, and smiled, "He's really energetic today, and he's well dressed, come here, let me introduce you."

"This is Mr. Wang, Mr. Lu..."

Wu Sheng introduced them one by one, and he is very familiar with these people, "This is my student, and also the third young master of the Chu family, who is in charge of the exhibition this time."

Chu Heng shook hands with them one by one and greeted them with a smile.

The original intention of the art exhibition was to do charity. Chu Heng hung up the paintings collected over the years and the scrolls donated by some old friends, explaining that all the money received would be donated to the Hope Project to build a school in a remote mountainous area.

"Hello."

"Nice to meet you."

"Third Young Master Chu is really young and promising! Wu Laohui has a good eye and has chosen a good apprentice."

"Where is it, Mr. Wang is over the award..."

The design of the gallery is very unique, each studio is unique, and the paintings of different styles are classified into different studios, which is eye-catching.

The design made by Chu Heng himself uses the fusion of colors from the east and the west to completely create a fusion of the two styles, which is very novel.

When Fang Yan arrived, he immediately saw Chu Heng surrounded by the crowd.

The young man was neatly dressed, surrounded by a group of people, smiling all over his face, advancing and retreating properly.

"Mr. Fang, do you want to tell Third Young Master?"

Su Jin looked over and saw Chu Heng, "The man beside Third Young Master is the one who was photographed last time..."

"I know," the man squinted his eyes, his eyes were fixed on Wu Sheng's arm that was on Chu Heng's shoulder, and the air-conditioning whizzed out, "Don't look for him, let him work first, I'll walk around and have a look."

Since it was the art exhibition planned by that guy, of course he had to take a good look at it.

Today's art exhibition is very big. The Chu family invested, and all walks of life gave some face and sent people to attend. The relevant government departments also strongly supported the charity activities of such leading enterprises and sent people to visit.

At the same time, the media greeted each other well, and He Yin also gave a warning overtly and secretly. Everyone who came in today had invitation cards, and their identities were checked one by one, so there should be no more trouble.

Fang Yan withdrew his gaze, opened the promotional picture in his hand, and walked to each branch studio at will.

That little guy usually has a bad reputation. Everyone only knows that he is proficient in eating, drinking, and playing. It's a name for myself.

Fang Yan stopped and walked, looking at Chu Heng's works.

He is not in good health, and he seldom shows up for social gatherings. He arranged for Fang Hao to go. This time, although he kept a low profile all the way, he was caught by someone who cared about him, and made friends with him with a glass of wine.

After finally coping with the group, Fang Yan was about to take a breath when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Long time no see, what a coincidence today, I ran into Mr. Fang here, come, I respect you—"

The young man held a goblet and laughed harmlessly to humans and animals.

Fang Yan raised his eyes, feeling a little impatient in his heart, "Second Young Master Cheng also came to see the art exhibition!"

With such a big incident happening to the Cheng family, everyone is devastated and still wants to go out for a walk. This Cheng Jing is also in a good mood.

Cheng Jing drank the red wine in the glass, shook it, and smiled slightly, "Recently, there are a lot of things and I'm too busy. It's rare to have such an elegant event. It's good to go out and relax."

The man didn't take the wine glass from the waiter, and frowned, with a serious face, "Well, those things should be dealt with properly, don't let others talk about it, and make up for it as soon as possible, the reputation is great."

Cheng Jing took another glass of wine, waved the waiter away, took a step closer, and still smiled: "This time, we mishandled it and made everyone in the industry laugh, Mr. Fang, look—"

The delicate goblet was filled with red wine, rippling slightly, Fang Yan frowned, and raised his hand to block it, "I've been sick recently, so I can't drink, sorry."

Cheng Jing took this opportunity to get close to him, and his voice was so low that only the two of them could hear, "Someone wants to do something to Chu Heng, so be careful."

The man was slightly taken aback.

Taking advantage of this moment, Cheng Jing stuffed the wine glass and smiled slightly, "Don't bother Mr. Fang, I'll go elsewhere first."

The man clenched his wine glass tightly, and slowly lowered his eyes. After recovering, he realized that his back was covered with cold sweat.

Chu Heng.

"Mr. Fang?"

Seeing that he was on the verge of falling, Su Jin hurried forward to support him in fright, "What's wrong with you? Is it burning again?"

In the morning, he had a low-grade fever. The man kept silent and asked the driver to drive over. Su Jin was a little worried, fearing that his fever would be severe and something might go wrong.

"It's okay." Fang Yan's Adam's apple moved, and he responded in a low voice, his eyes fell on the wine glass in his hand, he moved suddenly, raised his hand, and drank it down in one gulp.

Whether Su Jin came to stop him or not, he immediately exhaled, "Boss! What are you doing! Doctor Li specifically told you not to touch alcohol, you—"

"Go and call Chu Heng," Fang Yan interrupted her, clasping Su Jin's arm with clammy palms, with stern eyes, repeating word by word, "Go and call Chu Heng, tell me I'm not feeling well, go to the hospital, go! "

"what?"

Su Jin was also a little flustered, "Why do you want to call Chu Shao, he is hosting the art exhibition today, so I definitely can't leave..."

"Go as soon as I tell you to go," the man pressed his chest, enduring a wave of heart palpitations, "Go!"

Seeing that he was angry, Su Jin quickly nodded in response, turned around quickly, and walked away on stiletto heels.

Fang Yan leaned on the wall, thinking a little messy.

It was rare that he couldn't calm down like this. When Chu Heng was involved, he seemed to lose his composure in an instant, without his usual composure.

Cheng Jing would never talk nonsense.

It's very dangerous here, he's betting, betting on his weight in Chu Heng's heart.