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He Yuxiu was suffocating in his heart, it was the first time for him to say that he was splashed with dirty water for no reason.

No injustice, no enmity, no reason, why was he being targeted.

The wooden floor was trampled by him, and he went up to the second floor in anger, without knocking on the door, he just pushed the door open and walked in.

"Where is Xu Shaoqing, where is he? Tell him to get out."

The person who came seemed aggressive, Xu Shaoqing didn't rest well, his head hurt suddenly, he frowned, and didn't get up to greet him, he just said lightly: "It's Mr. Xu, what's the reason for Mr. He's visit?"

He Yuxiu's eyes were focused on the window, and the man by the window looked poised, obviously it was Xu Shaoqing.The man didn't raise his head, he held this morning's newspaper in his hand, scanning it by himself.

He Yuxiu frowned, walked over and knocked on the table in front of him, a little unhappy.

"Are you Xu Shaoqing? You don't look at the guests when they come. Is this how your newspaper treats guests?"

Xu Shaoqing fixed his eyes on the slender hand and raised his head upwards. The person in front of him was in a gray robe, with a pair of eyes on the bridge of his nose. His face looked very gentle, which did not match his voice.

He put down the newspaper in his hand, raised his head, met He Yuxiu's eyes, and said with a chuckle: "You also said that it is the way of hospitality. Make it convenient for the small society."

"You..." He Yuxiu glanced at him, and saw that he had clear eyebrows, broad shoulders and high nose, high spirits, and he looked very good-looking, as if he was younger than herself.

He was stunned for a while, and then thought that it was such a brat who wrote such an article slandering him, and he was even more angry.

"No matter how eloquent you are, I'll tell you, don't tell lies just because you have a pen in your hand. Look for yourself, what is this thing you wrote!"

He patted the newspaper in his hand in front of him, pointed to the newspaper and asked him: "When did I ask for a painting commission? With such a big newspaper, you can't be black and white just for a little bit of news. Write it on top."

Xu Shaoqing was not afraid of his anger, straightened his back, put the newspaper in his hand on the table in front of him, and said slowly: "Our "Ning Bao" has been published for more than 20 years. I have never made up any of the articles I have handled, and I don’t know whether Mr. He has asked for a painting, so why come here to make a big fuss.”

He Yuxiu was so angry that his hands were shaking, "I asked for a painting...I asked for a painting? You go and ask, when did I ask for a painting?"

Xu Shaoqing frowned unobtrusively, and the disgust in his heart was even worse, "Mr. He, it is not a gentleman's behavior to dare to act or not to act. You must be open-minded, and the same is true for painting. I don't care about how your paintings sell well in the capital. Ningpu I'm not used to your delicate temperament, if you are afraid of being told, why did you do it in the first place?"

This man is really eloquent.

He Yuxiu suppressed his anger, "You are so swearing, as if you have seen me invite Hua Tuo with your own eyes. Could it be that you have really witnessed that Hua Tuo colluding with me? If you haven't even seen it, how can you slander me with empty words? Woolen cloth?"

He Yuxiu pointed to the newspaper, picked it up and shook it again, the paper was rattled by him, then he let go and threw the newspaper on the ground, he sneered: "You also said that "Ning Bao" is old It’s an old newspaper, the tradition of the old newspaper is to tell stories? Can you have any evidence to prove that ‘He Sheng hired a painting entrusted to raise the price in order to make a lot of money’?”

Xu Shaoqing sneered when he saw that he was determined to die and refused to admit it, "If Mr. He asks me for evidence, I really have one here."

He Yuxiu paused, frowned, and looked at Xu Shaoqing fixedly.Xu Shaoqing curled his lips, tapped the table with his fingers, and said to the person at the door: "Xiao Chen, go and get those photos."

"Hey, good."

The photos developed in the darkroom are fairly clear. Although they were taken in a corner, it is enough to see what the people in the painting are doing.Xu Shaoqing felt that he didn't put this photo in the newspaper, because he was already worried about his father giving him a little face, but he didn't expect that this person would dare to come to the door and make a big noise, which made him look back.

How dare you ask him for evidence right now...

Xu Shaoqing put down the pen in his hand, looked at the watch on his wrist unhurriedly, and then looked up at him.He Yuxiu has a pair of beautiful eyes, just looking at those eyes, they are extremely gentle, black and shiny, she doesn't look like a person who can cheat at all.But... who knows, these days, there are many people who put on a docile face and do disgusting things.

"Mr. He, if there is real evidence, how do you explain it?"

He Yuxiu gave him a complicated look, trying to tell from his face whether this person was stupid or bad.

He raised his head, "If you didn't do it, you didn't do it. I want to see if you can still fabricate evidence."

The voice just fell.

"Yuxiu..."

It was Xie Zhiwen's voice.

The boy named Xiao Chen brought up the photo, followed by Xie Zhiwen who came in a hurry, Xie Zhiwen's recklessness bumped into Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen said "Ouch", and the photos in his hand were scattered all over the floor .

"I'm sorry..." The soft felt hat on Xie Zhiwen's head also fell to the ground, he hurriedly picked it up, glanced at the photo on the ground, he paused, and asked, "What is this? "

He Yuxiu strode past, looked at Xie Zhiwen, picked up the photo and looked at it, a face that was originally full of anger showed a little dazed.

There were four men in the photo. He glanced at them, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, paused, and looked at the people in the photo with wide eyes, a little in disbelief.

Xu Shaoqing also stood up, and walked slowly in front of him, "Mr. He, do you know the person in this photo?"

He Yuxiu looked at the person in the photo, and the turbid air in his chest went up and down, making his face turn red.

His voice lowered, "This...this is..."

Seeing him hesitating, Xu Shaoqing sneered in his heart, "It seems that Mr. He knows him?"

He Yuxiu opened her mouth, "This...isn't...you..."

Xie Zhiwen walked in just in time, wiped the sweat off his brow, and asked, "Yuxiu, what's wrong, what is this?"

He Yuxiu opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. He looked at Xu Shaoqing and Xie Zhiwen, sighed, and strode out the door again.

Before Xie Zhiwen could figure out what was going on, he saw He Yuxiu leaving without saying a word. He touched his head, turned his head to look at Xu Shaoqing, who looked innocent, and chased after him with a sigh, "Yuxiu, Yuxiu, you where to?"

Xu Shaoqing frowned, looked at the two people who came here recklessly and left in a hurry, and shook his head slightly.

Two months since he took over the "Ning Bao", He Yuxiu is not the first person to complain about him, but the first one to come to confront him. I don't know who gave him face, but dare to come here , it can be regarded as courageous, if it were him, he would have been ashamed to the ground a long time ago.

He lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and sighed softly: "It's true that I don't cry when I see the coffin."

The door was open, he said softly: "Xiao Chen, go and close the door for me, you can go out too."

"Hey, good sir."

Xu Shaoqing stood up, opened the window and took a look outside, and saw that He Yuxiu went out from the newspaper office, looked left and right, and finally walked towards the intersection. Short hair, very straight, without a trace of curvy, Xu Shaoqing saw him hunched over and got into the rickshaw, and the rickshaw driver put a towel around his neck, as if yelling, and then pulled him away.

He stood facing the window for a while, rubbed his sore shoulder, and turned around, only to see an extra object on the ground at some point.

A piece of beaded flower, which should be a woman's hair accessory, but it seems to have been worn close to the body for a long time, and the corners and corners have been worn smooth.

What is a big man doing with a woman's belongings?

He frowned, picked it up, opened the window for a look, and saw that the rickshaw had long since disappeared.

Just then the phone in the room rang, Xu Shaoqing looked at the things in his hand, turned around and answered the phone.

A low but majestic voice came from the phone, and Xu Shaoqing sighed.

"dad……"

Xu Yuanzhu's crutches hit the floor heavily, he snorted coldly, glanced at this morning's latest newspaper out of the corner of his eye, coughed twice before he could speak, his pale face flushed, "You still Dare to call me dad, I think you will climb on top of your old man in a few days."

He coughed twice again, and said angrily, "Get the hell out of here, see what you wrote!"

In another place, after He Yuxiu got into the rickshaw, he said a place name. The driver nodded and rushed to the destination. He Yuxiu looked at the photo in his hand again, and his face became more and more ugly.

This trip to Ningpu was really unpleasant. First, it was raining when I came here. Two of the treasured paintings he brought over were accidentally soaked in the corners of the rain, and when they dried, they left obvious water stains. .Furthermore, he is a bit of a clean freak, the conditions of the hotel he stayed in are extremely poor, and taking a shower is a problem.

This morning I had another big fight with that lunatic at the newspaper office.

With a gloomy face, he cursed secretly, "What a bad place."

The sky was gloomy, and it stopped for a while, and it seemed to be raining again. When he arrived at Huayang Painting Hall, the light rain started to fall again, and a lot of gray jacket had fallen on his body. Rain point, also on the head, the slightly longer hair is in strands, looking a little embarrassed.

After paying for the rickshaw, he looked up at the plaque hanging in Huayang Painting Hall, and stepped in.

"Hey, Mr. He, why are you here so early." The man at the door obviously knew him, looked at the rain on his head and body in surprise, then looked outside and said, "Oh, what's going on outside? It's raining, Mr. He, come in quickly and have a cup of hot tea first."

He Yuxiu brushed his hand away, and said a little coldly: "Where is Cheng Xianhe, tell him to come out and see me."

The man froze for a moment, then nodded, and said, "Hey, okay, I'll go in and let you know."

"Mr. He!" Before waiting for a long time, someone came to greet him. He was also in a jacket, about forty years old, with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked gentle, "I sent my men to Mr. He earlier. Looking for you at your residence, I didn't expect Mr. He to go out on business, I thought I wouldn't see you today, but I didn't expect you to come here."

He Yuxiu was still holding the photo in his hand, and heard the sound that the photo was thrown on him.

"Is it okay if I don't come? If I don't come, I don't know that you can do such a thing."

When the photo fell on the ground, Cheng Xianhe was taken aback for a moment, then picked it up and looked at it, put on a smiling face, and said: "Mr. He is so angry, where did this photo come from? What does it matter?"

He Yuxiu stared at him, "What's the matter? You should read the newspaper of "Ning Bao" this morning. This photo was given to me by Xu Shaoqing of that newspaper. Let’s get to know each other, look at this clothes, this figure, besides you, is there another person dressed like this in the entire Huayang Painting Hall?”

Hearing the sound, Cheng Xianhe slightly pushed his glasses, raised his eyes to signal the person at the door, and then, the wooden door was quietly closed.

"Mr. He's words are wrong. Even if the person inside is wearing clothes that are very similar to mine, how can you be sure that the person inside must be me? Mr. He must be careful when he speaks. Our Huayang Painting Hall is in Ningpu. First, at any rate, we have organized several well-known exhibitions. Mr. Wang Luping, the nephew of Wang Shuming, painted the inscription for us in person, and there are paintings given to the hall by several painters at the back of the main hall, as a gift for our work. Someone boasted that Huayang Painting Hall is well-known in Ningpu, Mr. He can't slander us like that."