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

Zhou Minghui stared at the strange man who came out of the house, and Jiao Tan, who was wearing home clothes, who didn't look sad at all. In addition, he made himself a fool of himself in public yesterday, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became:

The two hadn't seen each other for just a day, and Jiao Tang not only let other men enter the room, but also let him wear his clothes!

"What's none of your business?" The last person Jiao Tang wants to see right now is Zhou Minghui, and he said vigilantly, "This is my house, who asked you to come up here?"

Standing between the two, Shen Cifeng glanced at Jiao Tang calmly. Everyone knew how much this man was infatuated with Zhou Minghui before.Even with yesterday's wedding turmoil, people who know the two agree that they will still "fight at the head of the bed and make peace at the end of the bed".One can observe Jiao Tanggang's expression, not only does he not have the slightest nostalgia for Zhou Minghui, but it can even be called disgust.

"Are you crazy? I'm your husband." Zhou Minghui's knuckles holding the elevator turned white, he gritted his teeth and said, "Apologize immediately and drive him away. I can pretend nothing happened."

If he hadn't received several letters from lawyers one after another, Zhou Minghui wouldn't have wanted to look at Jiao Tan at all. Besides, he was still waiting for Jiao Tan to admit his mistakes and make amends. Who would have thought that he would be informed of the cancellation of the investment!

In the past, Jiao Tang was so obedient to him, how could he suddenly change, now he finally knows the reason, it turned out to be empathy!

Jiao Tang retorted on the spot: "We don't have a certificate, don't try to get involved, I think it's dirty."

Hearing this, Zhou Minghui was furious, pointed at Shen Cifeng and asked with a sneer, "Who are you? How much does he pay you for one night?"

"Say it again." As soon as Shen Cifeng opened his mouth, the air around him seemed to cool down suddenly. Zhou Minghui, who was furious, seemed to be suppressed by his calm and majestic aura. His back felt cold for no reason, and he couldn't hold back a word.

"Zhou, let me tell you clearly now that we have nothing to do with each other. This is my house, my building, and whoever I want to come in is my freedom." In his own territory, Jiao Tang is full of confidence: "Either you Get lost, or do you want me to throw you into the elevator?"

"You..." Instinctively took a step back, the part at the wedding left a big shadow on Zhou Minghui, as soon as he was mentioned, his whole body began to ache, pointed to the camera in the elevator, and threatened: "Don't mess around, It's monitored."

Jiao Tang is not afraid: "It's good to know that there is surveillance. If you step out of the elevator, you are trespassing on the house. I can definitely turn you over to the police station. By the way, you will be held accountable for insulting my friend just now."

A strange color flashed in Shen Cifeng's eyes: friend?

Zhou Minghui was so angry that his heart hurt: "Friend, you let him wear my clothes? Friends will come out of it together early in the morning? Who knows what you did inside!"

Shen Cifeng: Jiao Tang asked him to wear Zhou Minghui's clothes?

"This isn't your clothes. This is a new suit I bought for my boyfriend. The tag hasn't been removed yet. Whoever wants to wear it can wear it." Jiao Tang folded his arms and took a step closer: "As for what we did, it's none of your business." thing."

Zhou Minghui's eyes were about to split open, and he raised his fist: "You..."

The threatening words did not come out, and turned into a heart-piercing cry: "Stop it...it hurts..." Shen Cifeng grabbed his wrist with his backhand one step ahead, almost making him kneel in pain.

Thinking that this person was just a jerk, Zhou Minghui never expected that the other party would dare to do something to him.Especially the man's eyes were cold, as if looking at a corpse, and his expression was expressionless: "This is his house, you can't come in."

Fearing that Zhou Minghui would go crazy in the elevator and hurt Shen Cifeng, who was already injured, Jiao Tang worried, "I'll go down with you."

Unexpectedly, Jiao Tang looked at Shen Cifeng's eyes like a knife stabbing Zhou Minghui's body, and he said with a grinning smile: "Okay, go down, go down and let everyone know that you cheated in marriage and keep a good boy."

"Wait," Jiao Tang heard that something was wrong with his words. He thought that he was "hot" on the Internet yesterday. After calling the property management, he realized that Zhou Minghui was not here alone. He brought a large group of reporters, and the property management was in a state of panic , had to let him in.

"Take him down," called two security guards temporarily, Jiao Tang glanced at Shen Cifeng next to him, and said, "This is my friend, don't talk nonsense."

The security guard who took money to do things nodded repeatedly, but what he thought in his heart was: the circle of rich people is really chaotic.

After the security guard and Zhou Minghui disappeared in the elevator, and the corridor returned to calm, Jiao Tang turned around and said, "I'm sorry."

Shen Cifeng leaned against the wall, and said casually: "It's okay." Seeing that Jiao Tang opened the door and invited him to enter the house again, he didn't evade, and asked, "Reporter, what are you going to do?"

Thinking that he was leaving in a hurry, Jiao Tang comforted him: "When he goes down first, the reporters are almost gone. If you get off the elevator to the parking lot, you shouldn't bump into anyone."

Shen Cifeng actually wanted to ask him how he planned to deal with the rumors and slanders on the Internet. Seeing that Jiao Tang hadn't mentioned it, he silently turned his head and saw the painting on the embroidery frame.

The young man in the painting has curved eyebrows, golden-brown broken hair blowing up in the wind, peacock feathers made into a rain of petals, reflecting faint blue light in the sun, like a dream.

I have seen many famous paintings by famous Chinese and Western artists since I was a child. Shen Cifeng also has a collection, but this is the first time he has seen this kind of expression technique. The collision of tradition and modernity has a unique charm.

"It looks good, I embroidered it." Seeing Shen Cifeng staring at the painting, as if fascinated, Jiao Tang felt amused, sat down at the dining table, and waved to him: "Come here."

He yelled several times before he came back to Shen Cifeng:?

Putting on two sets of dishes and chopsticks, Jiao Tang explained: "You haven't eaten since yesterday, I'm afraid you'll faint from hunger, and you really need to call an ambulance then."

At this time, Shen Cifeng noticed that the sumptuous meal on the table was obviously not for one person.

Was it prepared for him?This thought flashed through Shen Cifeng's mind, and he subconsciously wanted to deny it: Impossible, the two had never met before, so why did Jiao Tang care about whether he ate or not.

Glancing at him, Jiao Tang said dissatisfiedly: "Are you coming? If not, I'll finish eating by myself?"

Rationally, Shen Cifeng wanted to refuse, but his body said "You think beautifully", took a deep breath, and walked to the table: "Thank you."

"First of all, you don't owe me any favors. I'm not short of a few meals." From yesterday to today, Jiao Tang felt Shen Cifeng's character: "Don't worry."

Shen Cifeng: ...

The two looked at each other speechlessly, after finishing the feast, Jiao Tang looked down from the balcony and said pleasantly, "The reporters are gone."

Shen Cifeng stood up, took a last look at the painting by the window, and said goodbye seriously: "Thank you for the hospitality."

After sending Shen Cifeng away, Jiao Tang sat down on the sofa and began to look through the phone records of the original owner and Zhou Minghui:

"You have such a bad complexion recently, is it because you are embroidering those worthless embroidery paintings? I really feel sorry for you. You are still trying to force yourself with such ugly embroidery."

"I told you that your embroidery is ugly. Are you unhappy? Well, it's really hard to hear. I'm afraid that you will spend your whole life here, so I told you."

"Don't be unhappy, even if you have been doing nothing all the time, I will not give up on you. It is your luck to meet me."

……

Zhou Minghui is really cunning, all the messages always vaguely reveal a kind of "it's all your fault that makes us unhappy", and the original owner's style review is the kind of brainless rich second generation, even if it is publicly recorded, maybe there is not much people stood him.

Last night, Jiao Tang searched the Internet for relevant knowledge of this world, and found that most of them were similar to the place where he lived. Similarly, he also saw his name being sent to the trending searches.

The investigation entrusted to the law firm has not yet yielded results. Jiao Tang could not find any evidence to directly attack Zhou Minghui and that Bai Yueguang, but found that the trending search was inexplicably removed and replaced with "Ten Second Sons of the Shen Family, Shen Qian, who lived abroad." illegitimate child".

That being the case, Jiao Tang had an idea: what happened at the wedding was at best a personal conflict between him and Zhou Minghui, and now he just needs to cut off Zhou Minghui's source of funds, and then attack the people behind him who fish in troubled waters.

He posted an update on his social account: "Thank you for your concern about my private life, getting rid of a vampire emotionally and financially, and someone helping me become famous like never before. I am very happy. Here are fifty rumor-mongering netizens randomly selected, Send a court meeting gift, and promote my new work and embroidery live broadcast address by the way."

The accompanying picture is an embroidery painting he completed for the original owner, and he specially added the words: "This new work is not for sale, it is just hanging out for play."

On the other side, in the top private hospital in the city, Shen Cifeng's assistant asked: "Boss, Mr. Jiao claims that the painting is not for sale, do you need to contact him privately to make an offer?"

Shen Cifeng thought for a moment: "Yes, but..."

After dealing with the matter on the Internet, Jiao Tang received a call at the right time. The caller was "Grandpa", and the tone did not sound pleasant: "Lan Tang, come back for dinner tonight, and bring the embroidery painting you made public."

Do you want to ask the teacher to blame?Jiao Tang guessed that even though the wedding scandal was covered by the Shen family's headlines today, he knew in his heart that it was necessary to explain it to the original owner's family.

The Jiao family's old house is in the middle of the mountain on the outskirts of the city. When the car arrived at the gate of the mansion, Jiao Tang saw Mr. Jiao sitting in a wheelchair, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting for him.After stepping off the car, he tidied up his clothes, walked up to him with an embroidery painting and said obediently, "Grandpa."

Seeing his grandson, Mr. Jiao heaved a long sigh, and patted the armrest of the wheelchair with one hand: "Langtan, what on earth are you thinking?"

"Zhou Minghui has a problem with his character." After telling the truth about Zhou Minghui cheating him into selling a house and investing in it, Jiao Tang took advantage of the situation and handed him the embroidery painting, saying frankly: "I don't want to get married, I want to do embroidery painting well."

"Your marriage with Minghui, put it on hold for now. I will have someone investigate the company's affairs." Mr. Jiao looked at his embroidery painting carefully in the sun, with a subtle expression on his face: "This embroidery painting is skillful and vivid. There's only one question, did you really embroider this?"

Jiao Tang's heart trembled: he couldn't see that his grandson had changed, right?

"I taught you how to embroider, and I know your weight." Seeing that he didn't make a sound, Mr. Jiao thought he guessed it right, and said sadly, "I'm about to die, your parents' inheritance, sooner or later... You, why use these heresies."

Two years ago, Jiao Tang's parents passed away, and Mr. Jiao made a condition that once he embroidered a masterpiece, he would give it all to him.After all, I just hope that Jiao Tang can keep his feet on the ground and inherit this skill seriously.

Knocking on the mounted glass frame with his knuckles, Mr. Jiao couldn't help shaking his head: "A person's talent is destined, and I never counted on you, but I didn't expect that you would take other people's paintings as your own and ruin them." door wind."

Slow as a burnt man, he finally heard the meaning of the accusation, and defended: "This is my own work."

"Still quibbling!" Mr. Jiao pointed his finger into the room: "Go back to the room and reflect."

Jiao Tang: Inexplicable!

"Okay, I'll draw a draft here tonight, and then I'll use it to design embroidery paintings." After being splashed with dirty water, Wu Wu's temper also came up: "When I prove that this is my painting, please don't let me, grandpa." Point fingers at me again!"

Mr. Jiao was so angry that he almost stood up from his wheelchair: "You!"

Under the persuasion of the housekeeper, Jiao Tang took back the embroidered painting and went back to the room. After a quick scan, he found that there were also many comments on the Internet that questioned his work, but a private letter caught his attention:

Hello, Mr. Jiao, I am the assistant to the general manager of Leizer Group. Our boss hopes to have one of your works. The theme is not limited. The only requirement is that the creation process needs to be made public on the Internet. The following is my contact information: ***

Could it be a liar?

After tentatively sending a message to the other party, when he heard the quotation, Jiao Tang was still determined to be fishing, until the assistant directly transferred the deposit to his account, saying: "This is the sincerity of our boss, I hope Mr. Jiao will take this time seriously. cooperate."

Seeing several "0"s on the balance, Jiao Tang's unhappiness disappeared immediately, and he replied, "Okay, I can start writing today."

When Jiao Tang hung up the phone, the assistant reported to Shen Cifeng: "Boss, he agreed. However, if the painting is really not embroidered by him, the deposit may be in vain."

Shen Cifeng glanced at him lightly, but didn't speak.

……

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the huge bedroom, on the big sandalwood carved bed, Jiao Tang frowned and was short of breath.All kinds of messy memory fragments flashed before his eyes, and his consciousness seemed to be floating in the air, like fallen leaves in a hurricane, ups and downs.

"Huh..." Nianjin woke up from the intermittent nightmare, scorched all over his body, as if he had been beaten by someone, as if he had slept for a long time, but he was always half asleep and half awake, never resting, when he touched his forehead, his hands were covered in cold sweat.

He hasn't had a good night's sleep since he crossed over. It was just a nightmare at first, and then it got worse as time went by.

In the Jiao family's old house before dawn, everyone was still asleep. In a trance, Jiao Tang walked out of the gate alone and wandered aimlessly along the path in front of the gate.

The figure stretched far away under the street lamp in the dim, and the night wind swept over the fallen leaves on the roadside, and the thin windbreaker was lifted up. He was suddenly dizzy, his eyes were dark, his body tilted, and he fell heavily into a thick embrace.

Sensing the body temperature from the other party, Jiao Tang hazily raised his head and met a pair of deep black eyes.