How to trap a beautiful wife

Liang Xiangcong's post was very powerful. After inquiring about it in the Chinese community in Chicago, he got feedback the next day.

Gu Qi'an's partner ran away with the money, the company's capital chain was broken, and it is currently raising money everywhere.

So Chu Ci's rush to sell the house is really for Gu Qi'an.

Although he had expected it, Chen Xun was still in a panic when his conjecture was confirmed.

Liang Xiangcong didn't pay attention to his abnormality, and continued to read the small message: "As for Chu Ci, he is a freelance photographer. He studied photography at the Art Institute of Chicago, and his graduation work directly won the photography award of the year. The circle is quite famous.”

Freelance photographer?

This is not surprising for Chen Xun, Chu Ci liked to take pictures before.

He has such beautiful eyes that he naturally wants to see the wide world.

"Is there anything else?" Chen Xun asked with a deep voice.

Liang Xiangcong noticed something just now, and raised his eyes from the phone: "Did you stay up all night, with such a nasal voice? Don't take your body seriously because you are young. I still expect you to earn money for me. Let me continue to feel proud in front of the old man."

Liang Xiangcong is a rich second generation that Chen Xun met when he was studying abroad. After returning to China, the two co-founded DB.It can be said that Liang Xiangcong is Chen Xun's angel investor.

Since the two co-founded the company, the market value has quadrupled in just a few years, and Liang Xiangcong has also lost his image of a prodigal son, walking sideways in front of his father every day.

Chen Xun didn't answer, and repeated the question just now: "Is there any other information?"

Liang Xiangcong wondered, "Apart from these, what else do you want to know?"

Chen Xun was silent for a long time before asking, "Are they married?"

Liang Xiangcong sensed something abnormal, looked suspiciously at Chen Xun several times, and finally bowed his head, resigned to his fate and sent a small message.

After 2 minutes, send a small reply.Liang Xiangcong read it word by word: "Gu Qi'an seems to have gotten engaged last year, and I don't know who his fiancée is."

After reading, he immediately raised his head and saw that Chen Xun's jaw tensed visibly.

Liang Xiangcong thought of something belatedly, and opened his mouth wide: "Chuci? Why is this name so familiar?"

His words were interrupted by a knock on the door.Liang Xiangcong turned his head and saw Zhou Ran walking in with a stack of documents.

When he turned around again, Chen Xun had recovered his calm face, put on thin-rimmed glasses, and unscrewed the cap of the pen, with a look of "I have to work, please do not disturb".

Liang Xiangcong's desire for gossip was not satisfied, and he was confused.But he knew that once Chen Xun made up his mind not to open his mouth, he wouldn't be able to pry it open even with a wrench.

Sighing helplessly, Liang Xiangcong stood up, his voice full of resentment: "I'm just a tool you throw away when you're done using it, what a shame."

Zhou Ran almost couldn't hold back his laughter. After Liang Xiangcong left, he put the documents on Chen Xun's desk.

He didn't leave immediately and stood at the desk.

Chen Xun circled a line of words on the paper, and quickly turned a page: "What else?"

Zhou Ran hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Chen, it's still Forbes magazine. They invited you to a dinner party before, but you... Now they propose that they still want to give you an exclusive interview."

"Find a reason to push it off." Chen Xun's answer was the same as countless times before.

Zhou Ran knew that he had always kept a low profile and didn't want to show his face in front of the media, but this time was different. This was something repeatedly asked by the school girl he liked.

He tried his best to convince Chen Xun: "The other party is very sincere, the time and place of the visit can match your arrangement, the list of questions will be screened in advance, and even the photography team can be arranged by ourselves..."

Hearing this, Chen Xun paused his pen tip and slowly raised his head.

"Photography team?" He repeated the words.

Zhou Ran thought that Chen Xun didn't understand, and quickly explained: "It's like many celebrities have their own dedicated photographers, they are familiar with each other, and know which angles are the most photogenic."

Zhou Ran said a few words of flattery at the right time: "But you don't have this trouble, boss, you must be handsome no matter how you shoot."

Chen Xun leaned back in his chair, tapped the tip of his pen on the table, and didn't say yes or no.Just when Zhou Ran thought that there must be no show, he heard him say: "If they can invite someone to take a photo, I will accept the interview."

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Chu Ci didn't wake up until around ten o'clock in the evening. For him, this was one of the few good sleeps in recent years.

The air conditioner is fully turned on, and there is a warm and dry woody aroma lingering in the room, which makes people relax unconsciously.

Chu Ci washed his face to wake himself up, and when he passed by the mini bar, he saw the snacks brought by the front desk attendant.

He stared at it for a long time, a guess surged in his heart, and he thought it was impossible.He skipped over the nuts and got the bag of biscuits.

He is genetically hypoglycemic and needs energy from time to time.

After eating the biscuits, Chu Ci sat in front of the desk, stepped on the chair with bare feet, and turned on the computer.

His biological clock is still in Chicago time, so he will not be sleepy at all. After connecting to the Internet, the first thing he does is to check his mailbox and reply to several reminder emails from magazines. He also found that Professor Smith also contacted him, asking when he I have time to go back to the college to give lectures to freshmen.

Smith is a professor of photography at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and a mentor of Chu Ci.

Chu Ci estimated the time, and replied to Professor Smith, saying that it could be done in two weeks at the latest.

The sender of the last email was shown to be Forbes magazine. Chu Ci frowned slightly after reading the content of the email. He tapped the keyboard quickly with his fingers, typed a line and sent it directly.

Within 10 minutes, his cell phone rang.

As soon as the call was connected, there was a wailing sound from the other end of the phone: "Allen, you really don't think about it?"

Chu Ci turned on the mobile phone and put it on the table on the right side. While browsing the web, he replied calmly: "You know, I only take pictures of the scenery and not the people."

Jason choked, and after a few seconds he said embarrassingly: "I know this is your rule, but rules are meant to be broken. Seeing that I have climbed so many mountains with you, on Mont Blanc because of the plateau The reaction almost died, so you can save face."

"The editor-in-chief of this magazine is my uncle's friend. I really want to invite you. I don't know where I know that I have a good relationship with you. If you refuse, come to me."

"I heard from other students that you have been picking up jobs recently. Are you short of money? The price they offered is very high, definitely beyond your imagination. Anyway, you have returned to China now, why don't you make money if you have money?"

After a few seconds of silence, Chu Ci still said the same thing: "I only shoot scenes, not people. This is my rule."

Jason whispered: "But I have seen a picture of a man in your computer..."

Not just one.

Chu Ci pursed his lower lip, pretending he didn't hear: "It's okay, I'm hanging up."

"Oh wait." Jason still didn't give up, "You really don't think about it? Allen, the editor-in-chief of this magazine has a lot of connections, and has cooperated with American Publishing Group, which will be very helpful for your future career development. It's just a group shoot It’s just interview photos, at most half a day, I don’t understand why you are so stubborn.”

Jason spoke quickly, not giving Chu Ci a chance to interject: "I'll have someone send you the shooting plan by email, you can take a look at it, just take a look, and then make a decision after reading it. Please, otherwise I won't be able to explain it to my uncle."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Ci quickly received the shooting plan from the other party.Thinking of Jason's words, he opened the email symbolically.

The moment he clicked in, Chu Ci was stunned, his heartbeat accelerated, and it hit his chest violently.

He saw the name of the interviewee—Chen Xun, the co-founder and CEO of DeepBlue.

The surname Chen is very common, but as a name, Xun has only been seen once in Chu Ci's 24-year career.

Inexplicably, he almost immediately decided that this person was the Chen Xun he knew.

To confirm, Chu Ci searched for Chen Xun and DeepBlue.When sliding the mouse, my hands are shaking and my back is even sweating.

It's a pity that I couldn't find a clear photo even after turning through more than ten pages.

Chu Ci felt a little regretful, and sat on the chair with his knees hugged, quietly looking at the screen.

The screen emitted a faint light, which made his skin whiter and more translucent, and the diamonds adorned the tips of his ears, like an unrealistically beautiful sculpture.

After a long time, Chu Ci's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes, as if making up his mind, he clicked the mouse to open the private folder hidden in the depths.

The folder is full of photos, more than 200, arranged in chronological order, and each one is marked with the time and place of shooting.

The most recent one was six years ago, also in winter.

Chu Ci clicked on it, and a handsome boy in a white shirt appeared on the screen.On the corner of the sofa, the warm sunlight poured down, and he lowered his head slightly, looking intently at the laptop on his lap.

The camera recorded the moment when he raised his head, the surprise and smile flashed in his eyes.

Chu Ci closed his eyes, recalling the afternoon when the photo was taken, and inevitably remembered the current appearance of Chen Xun he saw in the afternoon.

Time has faded the greenness between his brows and made him grow into a mature and stable man.

Chu Ci involuntarily raised his hand, traced the boy's deep eyebrows with his fingertips, and called "Brother" very softly.

The phone ringing interrupted his thoughts. Jason is impatient, so he couldn't help calling again: "How is it? Have you read the shooting plan? I just contacted the other party. If the price is not satisfactory, you can add more."

"No need." Chu Ci paused for two seconds, then said softly, "I'll take it."