I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

The waiter was taken aback, and couldn't help but take a half step back. The man with the silhouette of mixed race had cold eyes. The people who could attend this banquet were either rich or expensive, and he couldn't afford to provoke them.

The waiter felt sorry secretly, and quickly left with the red wine.

Cheng Yan withdrew his gaze, gripped the phone tightly, the cold and hard contours on his face softened instantly, and continued, "Qian Huan, why don't you talk?"

Gu Qianhuan was in a daze.

He pursed his lips tightly, obviously he had already made a choice, to completely give up everything here, the accidents always come suddenly and unexpectedly.

"How did you get my phone number?"

Hearing his distorted and cute voice, Cheng Yan chuckled lightly: "Qian Huan, I beg the teacher."

From the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word about the madness and collapse after he found out that he disappeared, leaving only a note. He thought they would go on like this forever, maybe one day, just like a certain sentence in country Z described That way, their relationship will come naturally.

It was only later that Cheng Yan realized that he had taken everything for granted.

In order to get news about him, he begged his teacher and knelt in front of Lu Xueping to get Gu Qianhuan's current mobile phone number and his country Z name.

Gu Qianhuan, he even changed his surname.

With your surname, call me by my name—this kind of romance is tantamount to stabbing his heart with a knife.

Cheng Yan suddenly felt out of breath, and his gaze fell on the sparkling sea. For the first time, he didn't know what to say, so he squirmed his lips and uttered two syllables: "Qian Huan..."

Gu Qianhuan looked out of the window, and the chirping birdsong actually reached the nineteenth floor, he sighed: "I see, I don't blame Uncle Lu, I just..." Gu Qianhuan lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes trembling Trembling, voice muffled: "I just don't know how to face you."

Back then when he begged Uncle Lu to give up everything in his hands, after he left, he never thought that there would be a day when he would look back, let alone that Cheng Yan would call.

No matter how Cheng Yan tried to hide it, he heard the noise behind him, glanced at the screen, and it was automatically converted to country M time: "Are you attending a banquet?"

Before Cheng Yan became his agent, he was the owner of the internationally renowned Anta Gallery. He sold and bought countless paintings through him. Being an agent was only his hobby, and he had seen many such banquets.

Gu Qianhuan touched the tip of her nose: "I won't bother you anymore."

Cheng Yan smiled bitterly: "It's not important, Qian Huan. Can you give me a little more time? The teacher told me everything. He made you an exchange student to study in country Z. I think—" Cheng Yan The tone of the voice changed, and you in the back changed your words abruptly: "I want to see you."

Gu Qianhuan: "Can I refuse?"

Cheng Yan couldn't maintain his expression at all, the calm sea in front of him suddenly broke into waves, the magnificent waves beat against the rocks and the coast, and the roaring roar pierced into the eardrums along the wind.

Cheng Yan's breath stagnates: "Why, why Qian Huan, you want to abandon me? I sent you so many letters, Qian Huan, you haven't read even one—" too.

Before the last word was written, the mobile phone clearly heard a beeping tone and was hung up.

Cheng Yan suddenly turned around, the softness before was gone, and his body was filled with low air pressure. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, he rushed out of the banquet and called his assistant: "I want a plane ticket to country Z, right now. "

An old voice came from the other end of the phone: "Not for now, my child."

The young red-haired girl Alice, who was also Cheng Yan's assistant, looked at the man who was over half a century old but still in good spirits with admiration, and blushes crept up her round face quietly: "Dear Teacher Lu, are you all right?"

The man gestured to her that everything was fine, and shook his head. He is Cheng Yan's teacher, Lu Xueping, who occupies a place in the international painting circle: "Trust me, Cheng Yan will be back soon."

With a determined and confident attitude, after Lu Xueping finished speaking, he began to appreciate the paintings in the room calmly.

Across the ocean.

Gu Qianhuan was silent for a moment, swiping open the screen, already had a vague premonition that the e-mail that he hadn't opened for a long time was full of 99+ reminders, and the top one was Cheng Yan's e-mail that he had pinned before.

His eyes paused slightly, there was an unfamiliar email address under Cheng Yan, Qingongju, after scanning it, Gu Qianhuan clicked on the latest letter from Cheng Yan.

After a while, he closed his sour eyes.

Someone knocked on the door of the room, breaking the frozen atmosphere in the room. Zhang Lin pushed the door open with hesitation in his eyes: "Good morning, Young Master Gu, would you like something to eat?"

Gu Qianhuan clenched her palms tightly, opened her lips, and the short hand of the wall clock on the wall pointed to the number 8. Outside the window, the sun was hanging on the clear blue sky, emitting light and heat without hesitation, and it was already eight o'clock.

His gaze crossed Zhang Lin and stretched back, there was only an empty corridor. His throat rolled and he said a word: "Mr. Gu didn't come?"

Zhang Lin didn't speak, not daring to look at him.

And silence is the best answer.

Not coming tomorrow.

Gu Qianhuan opened his arms stiffly and maintained the same position for too long. With a sudden movement, bones creaked and creaked from his shoulders. He said hoarsely, "I want to eat some salty porridge, thank you."

Zhang Lin shook his head and looked at him suspiciously: "Do you want some buns? Is a bowl of porridge too little?"

Gu Qianhuan lowered her eyes to cover her emotions: "It's okay."

After Zhang Lin left, the phone on hold vibrated again, and the note was Teacher Li Yun.

He is a lecturer in the Department of Oil Painting.

"Student Gu, are you free this morning? The school's registration competition is about to start. The teacher has something to talk to you about."

A flash of surprise flashed in Gu Qianhuan's eyes, she thought for a moment and said, "Teacher, my painting is still in school, I have to go back and get it."

Li Yun looked back at the few people in his small studio and said that it was a small studio with the size of a small classroom. Give him maximum support.

Through the glass window of the small studio, you can see the Jingda artificial lake behind the laboratory building. The drainage channel water is crystal clear, pigeons flutter across the lake, black swans take their families with them, and the mirror-like lake surface is full of layers. ripple.

Li Yun had a smile in his eyes: "That's a coincidence, I'm at the school right now, teaching students, laboratory building B2, 407."

Gu Qianhuan: "I came to see you?"

"Ruzi can be taught."

When the call came to an end, Gu Qianhuan held the phone, suddenly blessed, his eyes were filled with emotion, and he changed into casual clothes.Zhang Lin left, and the morning was the busiest time in the hospital, so after Gu Qianhuan left for a long time, no one noticed.

It was Zhang Lin who came back with the meal and was shocked when he saw the windows of the empty room wide open. He adjusted the surveillance and found out that Gu Qianhuan had sneaked out of the hospital by himself.

God knows how frightened he was when he came back and saw the wide open window, and he thought...

It's fine if people are fine, it's fine if they're fine.

However, Zhang Lin had no choice but to tell Gu Fengyao: "Boss, Young Master Gu..." He hesitated to choose his words: "Young Master Gu was secretly discharged from the hospital."

Gu Fengyao was eating, when he heard this, he put down his chopsticks and raised his brows lightly: "Sneaked?"

Zhang Lin didn't dare to answer, this was beyond his ability to say.

"Okay, you go back and rest." Gu Fengyao didn't plan to make things difficult for him, he knew Zhang Lin's character best, and most of the problem was with Gu Qianhuan. Looking at the breakfast on the table, he lost most of his appetite in an instant.

How should I describe this kind of emotion? Probably a well-behaved little pet at home suddenly scratched its owner, but there was no blood but an ugly little wound.

What should I do?

But Gu Fengyao felt tired even from training.

Can't bring up any emotion.

This is not normal.

He didn't let himself go for a long time, he suppressed the indifference in his eyes, the sequelae of just now remained on his face, without any emotional fluctuations.

Gu Fengyao had already pushed back other people before, and no one saw him. At this moment, he has a kind of coldness that rejects people for thousands of miles. The accumulated light climbs up his cheeks along the outline. He is like the most outstanding sculpture in the hands of an artist. Everything is perfect, and everything is false. .

The screen of the mobile phone lights up.

Nutcracker: [Mr. Gu, I was discharged from the hospital X﹏X, the teacher notified me temporarily that I have something to do, I am on my way back to school, I didn’t intend to leave, I will go home early after finishing. ]

Behind it is still an emoji package, the kitten is lying on the small fish dry pillow, its watery eyes seem to be looking at itself through the screen.

Gu Fengyao frowned and looked at it, coquettish.

Press and hold the finger, the fingertip was going to click to delete, but by accident, I chose to save the expression.

His eyes fell on the vase, the white flowers hadn't withered yet, but after a long night, they looked a little wilted.

Mr. Gu: [Well, the flowers at home are wilting. ]

It's time to come back and exchange flowers.

He felt that the gardener was very comfortable with it.

Gu Qianhuan looked at the words on the screen, and squeezed the corners of her bright red lips. What does it mean? Mr. Gu suddenly mentioned the flowers and withered, as if suddenly remembering something, Gu Qianhuan's eyes widened. Those were the flowers he sent.

A bright smile appeared in his eyes, he put away his phone, is Mr. Gu waiting for him to go home?

Stepping faster, the place where the painting materials are stored is not far from the laboratory building, but it can't be called close. After summer, the temperature in Jingcheng is getting higher day by day, and the sun in the sky is like a big fireball. Gu Qianhuan brushes up some broken hair, Showing a smooth forehead.

He is different from others when he gets hot, his skin doesn't turn red, but gets paler as he gets sunburned, like a vampire in an old movie, sick and glamorous.

It was late, the weather was hot, and the sun could tan people several degrees. There were people in twos and threes under the shade of trees on both sides of Jingda Road.

Jiang Anhe was a little irritable. He didn't know if it was the hot weather or the people around him were too noisy.

The boy next to him has a handsome face, and the topic he racked his brains for was not answered, and it instantly turned into talking to himself.

He was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to deal with himself: "Brother An He?"

Jiang Anhe didn't notice it, and his excited eyes fell on the boy in white trousers in front of him: "Stop arguing, it hurts my brain."

The boy was flushed with shame as if his throat was being choked, Jiang Anhe didn't even look at it, stretched his neck and looked forward, the more he looked, the more he looked, the unconcealed interest on his face was like a hungry wolf staring at the coveted tender Meat.

Jiang Anhe quickly walked a few steps to follow, turned his gaze from one side, saw the young man's beautiful side face, and finally confirmed that it was really him——Gu Qianhuan.

The adrenaline surged rapidly, and Gu Qianhuan was the only prey he missed since he became enlightened.

Why is he here alone? Isn't he tired of looking at that little pale-faced man with a picture frame?Where's Mr. Gu?Thinking of Gu Fengyao, Jiang Anhe's out-of-control hormones finally suppressed a little, but when he saw Gu Qianhuan's pale face and the desolate situation alone, he became uncontrollably excited again.

Could it be that he was abandoned? !