I am super sweet when I get the certificate [Transmigration Book]

His mind was blank, Mr. Shen, who was always calm, seemed to be strangled by the throat.

Fortunately, in the next second, Jiao Tang dispelled the idea by himself: "I'll just say it casually, and it doesn't seem appropriate after thinking about it." He was too full and a little sleepy, so he didn't immediately notice the strangeness of the people around him, "Lei Ze Group Outsiders should not be allowed to roam around in the building."

Unconsciously relieved, Shen Cifeng was still worried, just in case, he pretended to ask casually: "When will you come tomorrow?"

"Afternoon." Jiao Tang hugged the pillow in the back seat of the car, raised his eyes and asked, "By the way, which department of Lei Ze are you in?"

"President's office." Shen Cifeng was thinking about tomorrow's "arrangements", and accidentally slipped the word, adding in haste, "...the technical department next door to the assistant department."

"Oh, you shouldn't bother." Jiao Tang suddenly became interested: "It's so close, have you really met President Lei Ze?

"Yeah." Shen Cifeng nodded absent-mindedly, still calm on the surface, but unconsciously tightened his five fingers on the armrest, and asked tentatively, "Have you ever thought that I am the president of Lei Ze?"

Jiao Tangding looked at him, rolled his eyes, and suddenly put on a straight face: "Why didn't you say before receiving the certificate that you are a fraudulent marriage."

There was silence in the car.

"Huhu..." Facing Shen Cifeng's shocked gaze, Jiao Tang couldn't help laughing out loud, "You're joking, why are you so nervous."

It turned out that Shen Cifeng, who always had a dull face, would also have this expression. Jiao Tang sat up, and naughtyly tapped his chin with his fingertips: "Could it be that you are really President Lei Ze?"

Perhaps Jiao Tang didn't realize that in the current posture of the two of them, he flung himself in Shen Cifeng's arms, like a cat with its head raised and coquettish.In the closed back seat of the car, the tips of their noses almost touched, Shen Cifeng could clearly see the delicate fluff on his face, and his moist, rose-colored lips.In the closed back seat of the car, the elegant fragrance of iris and the bitter fragrance of pine are entangled with each other. Shen Cifeng's sanity is on the verge of collapse. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "I'm home, go home and sleep again."

"Hoo hoo..." Jiao Tang regretted not being able to tease him for a while, took his hand and stepped off the car, but unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the house, the world suddenly turned around.

Jiao Tang:? !

"Taking a shower before going to sleep." Shen Cifeng hugged Jiao Tang who was struggling in vain, and took the trickster directly to the bathroom. After that, Jiao Tang did not bring up the topic of President Lei Ze again.

The wish to visit the Lei Ze Group failed to come true. The next day, as soon as Jiao Tang arrived at the studio, he received a call from Lei Ze, politely saying that the assistant to the president of the group would come to pick up the embroidery paintings in person.

At noon of the same day, Lei Ze Group's social media posted an update: "The heart of poetry enters the embroidery of painting, and the skillful hand surpasses nature" - thanks to @罗糖果奇多 for creating a boutique for our company.

The embroidered picture that accompanies the picture shows a young general standing proudly on the Great Wall holding hands and holding a red tasseled gun. His silver armor is stained with loess, his hands are wrapped in bandages, and the red tassels on the top of his iron helmet flutter in the wind. His eyes are as firm as iron, and his expression is high-spirited. Calm, one person is like a thousand troops.

This embroidery painting quickly hit the headlines of major media, praising the superb embroidery technique of this painting:

"The combination of Gu embroidery and Guangdong embroidery, 'Famous Embroidery and Real Painting', is a rare masterpiece in recent years."

"There is a saying in "Embroidery Book": 'Embroidery is close to writing, which can be judged by the quality of writing; embroidery is close to painting, which can be judged by the depth of painting theory.' It can be seen that art and embroidery skills are indispensable."

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"It seems that Lei Ze's president is indeed a good man." In the message sent to Shen Cifeng, Jiao Tang couldn't hide his excitement: "I never thought he would be my tap water."

Shen Cifeng: That's because your embroidery paintings deserve to be seen by more people.

Previously, Lei Ze Group was called an "upstart" by its competitors, and the promotion of Jiaoyu embroidery this time undoubtedly added a lot of cultural flavor to its corporate image besides "wealthy and powerful". Set off a wave of customized embroidery.

For a while, Jiao Tang's small studio became famous. However, he was not in a hurry to receive a large number of orders. Instead, he recommended other low-key and well-known embroiderers to these companies, and at the same time screened customizations that matched his style of painting.

What he didn't expect was that the beer belly who broke up with him last time contacted him with a face, pretending that he wanted to help him "lighten the burden", and Xiao Taozi sent back on the spot: "Every embroidery made here Both represent the reputation of Mr. Jiao Tang, since your factory is not willing to let us supervise the quality, then there is no need to talk about it."

On the other hand, during the phone call to Shen Cifeng, Shen Zhuo jokingly asked, "Can I come to your office someday to appreciate the paintings of my cousin's sister-in-law?"

Shen Cifeng looked at the embroidered paintings on the wall, and raised the corners of his mouth: "There will be opportunities in the future." He is still planning to give Jiao Tang a "surprise".

"Last time you asked me to check," Shen Zhuo changed the subject, "Du Jiupi is negotiating with Micon Company, planning to sell Chaofeng Embroidery Factory."

Shen Cifeng frowned when he saw the investigation on the operation status of the embroidery factory sent by Shen Zhuo. With such income, it would not be surprising that it would close down tomorrow.

When Bo Yue revealed to him the "evidence" of Jiao Tang's murder of his biological parents, there was a page of chat records between "Jiao Tang" and Zhou Minghui. Shen Cifeng only glanced at it and wrote it all down.

The chat records may not be used as evidence, but Shen Cifeng had someone check them out, and the things mentioned in it basically corresponded to the details before and after Jiao Tang's parents were killed.

Of course, he didn't believe that Jiao Tang would cooperate with Zhou Minghui to kill his parents, so he speculated that the chat records should be mixed, and the purpose was to destroy Jiao Tang.

The person behind the scenes must be someone who is familiar with the Jiao family and who can gain the trust of Jiao Tang. Except for Jiao Tang himself, everyone who can benefit from his parents' death is suspected, especially his uncle Du Jiupi.

After reading the investigation report, Shen Cifeng had already made a plan in his mind, and said in a deep voice, "How do you handle it..."

Focusing on embroidery and painting, Jiao Tang didn't think about other things. Fortunately, Xiao Taozi was quick to learn, which relieved him a lot of burden.He thought that the embroidery craze on the Internet would not last long, but within a few days, another friend came to his studio.

"I heard that your embroidery painting was reported by foreign media, and a museum sent an invitation to Lei Ze Group, hoping to exhibit it abroad." Wen Jiu came to Jiao Tang's studio for the first time, and liked the atmosphere here at first glance, and praised: "Sure enough, talent will not be buried."

"I'm embarrassed by what you said." Asking him to sit down, Jiao Tang asked, "You said this cooperation will last for more than a year?"

Yesterday, he received a call from Wen Jiu, who proposed to have an interview with him, and mentioned that several interdisciplinary professors might participate in this project, and hoped that Jiao Tang could join.

"Yes, I don't know if you have paid attention to it. Next year will be the [-]th anniversary of the successful application of Cantonese Opera as a World Heritage Site." Thanking Xiao Taozi for the tea, Wen Jiu's voice was as warm and pleasant as his own: "I would like to ask the teachers to follow the Repertoire, design and embroider a new set of performance outfits."

Nowadays, costumes embroidered by hand are almost extinct. Because of the time-consuming and costly, a set of costumes requires several embroiderers to embroider for a year. Wen Jiu knows that there is no shortage of orders for Jiao Tang, and he is worried that the other party will refuse, so he personally carries the gift. Come to persuade.

Unexpectedly, after listening to his planning and preparation, Jiao Tang readily responded: "I may not know much about Cantonese opera. I only listened to a few passages when I accompanied the old man to watch operas. I will learn more in the future. Thank you Invitation, happy cooperation in the future."

Although this project does not seem to make money from customized embroidery paintings, for Jiaoyu, participating in design and embroidery from scratch is a rare opportunity for improvement, not to mention getting in touch with cross-border experts is far more important than short-term monetary gains.

"Really?" Wen Jiu obviously didn't expect it to go so smoothly, "Thank you very much, the staff has almost been organized, and it will start next month. Please take care of Teacher Jiao."

"What are you talking about?" Jiao Tang was amused by him, and asked curiously, "By the way, the costumes have been embroidered by machine for many years, why do you want to embroider by hand?"

"The flexibility and delicacy of hand embroidery are incomparable to machine embroidery." Wen Jiu said seriously, "The tour will not only be held in China, but will also be held in all cities with Chinese people. Every detail on stage is sincere. The audience presents the best."

When talking about the performance plan, Wen Jiu was in high spirits, with light in his eyes.Jiao Tang is relieved, those who have strong professional beliefs will choose partners who have the same philosophy.

After sending Wen Jiu away, Jiao Tang was about to spare some time to study Cantonese opera-related knowledge, and accidentally found an old piece of news:

When Cantonese opera tried to apply for World Heritage twice, more than a dozen embroiderers led by Mr. Jiao, together with the provincial Cantonese theater, digital cultural studies and art professors, designed and embroidered two sets of costumes, which are currently stored in the old Qin family house.

Shen Cifeng told him earlier that Uncle Yu is now living in the Qin family's old house, and he can go there anytime he wants to see the collection.When Jiao Tang stepped off the car in front of the gate of the Qin family's old house, it was almost unrecognizable that it was that eerie old villa that looked like a ghost house.

Not only is the outer wall of the gate completely new, the glass windows are spotless, and the garden is covered with green grass, but a warm and transparent flower house has also been built.

Could it be that Shen Cifeng plans to move here?But why had the man never mentioned it to him?

"Mr. Xiao Tang." Uncle Yu stood in front of the gate, as if he had been waiting for him a long time ago: "The costumes you want to see have been taken out, and some are prepared, I hope they suit your wishes."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Jiao Tang was a little flattered, seeing Uncle Yu's attitude, he almost didn't regard him as the master of this place.

Just about to enter the old house, there was a commotion behind her. Qin Xueyi's piercing voice seemed to burst her eardrums: "Let me in!"

"I didn't expect that she would come to make trouble today." Uncle Yu rang the alarm bell, comforting Jiao Tang and said, "The security guards will be here soon."

The gate was slowly closed, and when Jiao Tang saw the woman stopped by the security guard, he was startled: How could she become like this?

The last time we met, Jiao Tang remembered that although Qin Xueyi was mentally unstable, at least she still maintained the image of a wealthy wife on the surface; now the woman in front of her has disheveled hair, sunken eye sockets, clothes that seem to be put together randomly, as if she has escaped from somewhere.

Struggling to push away the security guard, Qin Xueyi saw Jiao Tan in the door at a glance. The emerald green necklace worn by the latter made her eyes widen instantly. As if struck by lightning, she screamed hysterically: "Why is he! This is from the Qin family. Stuff! I have a share too!"

Jiao Tang was puzzled: "What is she talking about?"

Uncle Yu persuaded: "Master Xiaotang doesn't know, after the Shen family went bankrupt, she became crazy, don't worry about it, let's go in."

Shaking his head, Jiao Tang and Uncle Yu stepped into the old house, Qin Xueyi's crazy shouting was shut outside the door, and immediately became much cleaner, the censer in the corner quietly burned ambergris to calm the mind.

The dusty interior of the house was now as clean as new. Elegant and dignified antique furniture was placed by the wall, as if a place in the middle was deliberately reserved, making the living room look extremely empty.

On the wall is a group photo of Shen Cifeng's grandparents. Jiao Tang stopped suddenly. In a photo of an elderly couple, the hostess was wearing an emerald pendant exactly like him.

"Uncle Yu, is there a story about this necklace?" Jiao Tang thought of Qin Xueyi's reaction just now, could this piece of emerald jade be the Qin family's precious collection?

After being a housekeeper for so many years, Uncle Yu observed Jiao Tang's reaction and guessed that he didn't know that this emerald pendant was not only a family heirloom of several generations of the Qin family, but also a wedding gift from Master Qin to Mrs. Qin.With a plan in mind, Uncle Yu said sadly: "I don't know very well, maybe people are old and have a bad memory, so it's really useless."

"That's not what I mean," Jiao Tang actually wanted to ask, but he didn't want to make the old man sad, so he said quickly, "Just asking casually, Uncle Yu, don't take it to heart."

"Master Xiaotang is so kind." Seeing his anxious look, Uncle Yu softened his heart, and said kindly: "The collection of costumes is in the side hall, come here."

After returning home from the Qin family's old house, it was almost time for dinner. After Jiao Tang changed his clothes, Shen Cifeng asked, "Tomorrow is a long holiday. Do you have any arrangements? Let's go outside to relax together?"

"Okay." Jiao Tang responded, and walked out of the living room from the cloakroom, "By the way, the necklace you gave me..."

He gasped subconsciously. In the living room, Shen Cifeng was staring at the documents spread out on the table: it was the medical records he went to the hospital to check the causes of insomnia on it. He opened it casually in the morning and forgot to put it away.

Looking up, Shen Cifeng's eyes were deep, and he couldn't guess his thoughts: "What is this? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Didn't I suffer from insomnia and nightmares before, and I want to know the reason." Unfortunately, the examination for a long time still failed, Jiao Tang accidentally slipped his tongue, "After our contract expires, I have to move out, I can't sleep with you... "

The huge living room was filled with disturbing silence.

After closing his eyes for a moment, Shen Cifeng asked calmly, "As soon as the contract expires, do you have to move out?"

Pursing his lips, Jiao Tang reminded him in a low voice: "When we signed, you asked for that."

Shen Cifeng: ...

Not only was he "strongly" requesting it, but he also said at the time, "It is absolutely impossible to become a real husband and wife with you, please pay attention to the boundaries", who would have thought that the "boundaries" would be eaten by himself, so delicious.jpg

"Actually, as long as you're willing to live here, there's no need to move around." Shen Cifeng ignored his painful face and brought the topic back: "You slept with me because of insomnia?"

The scenes of the two from meeting to getting along flashed before the eyes. Jiao Tang's actions were not because he couldn't do without him, nor because he wanted to forget Zhou Minghui, but simply because sleeping with him would prevent insomnia?

"No," Jiao Tang shook his head instinctively, and suddenly thought, that doesn't mean he was talking, but he just wanted to sleep with Shen Cifeng?

So he immediately waved his hand to deny: "Yes," it seems wrong, so why don't you admit that you use Shen Cifeng as a sleeping tool?

"No..." Jiao Tang said incoherently: what should I say? !

In Shen Cifeng's eyes, his eyes were watery, and the corners of his pink lips were drawn down. He looked pitiful, and if he was pressed, he might cry.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Cifeng clenched and loosened his hands: "What did the hospital say?"

"I can't find out the reason, and the only thing I've confirmed is that I won't have nightmares when I sleep with you." Jiao Tang bit her lip and said after a while: "Just... don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that..."

How should I put it: Is he neither wanting to sleep Shen Cifeng nor wanting to sleep? !

The author has something to say: Jiao Tang: Asking is Schrödinger's drowsiness

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