The hero ran away with the scum [Quick Transmigration]

Zhuang Yijun promised well, but he didn't move at all.

Ning Zhi laughed silently, and took the clothes into the bathroom.

Wen Jin's figure is thin.

This is related to his lack of exercise and unstable meals a day.

Ning Zhi quickly changed her clothes and stood in front of the mirror.

His face was clearly reflected in the mirror, pale and thin, the only thing that stands out is the pair of eye-catching red phoenix eyes, the eyes are slender and the tails of the eyes are slanted upward and warped, very charming.

His skin is very white, the kind of paleness that has not seen the sun all year round. Fortunately, the two long eyebrows that fly obliquely are thick and resolute, which neutralizes the caress brought by Danfeng's eyes and the fragility on his face.

Generally speaking, the facial features are feminine, but they don't look sissy when combined together, but have a strange sense of beauty.

When Ning Zhi came out of the bathroom, Zhuang Yijun had already left.

He raised his eyebrows, what's wrong with this?Came here to see him sleep?

Wen Jin and Zhuang Yijun look at each other and hate each other, Zhuang Yijun doesn't like Wen Jin's coquettishness, Wen Jin thinks Zhuang Yijun is just an ice bump who doesn't understand style.

After the two got married, Zhuang Feizhou went abroad, and Wen Jin found an excuse to move out of the Zhuang family's old house and lived in an apartment near the gallery.

Zhuang Yijun sent Wen Jin to the gallery this morning because last night was the Zhuang's weekly family dinner.

No matter how much Wen Jin dislikes Zhuang Yijun, the face of the two families must always be taken care of.

Ning Zhi came out of the lounge, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the tall figure at the door of the studio on the right.

Zhuang Yijun is in a suit and leather shoes, with translucent leather shoes, his hair is combed back meticulously, the profile of his face is smooth and neat, and he has a resolute temperament.The other party seemed to have noticed Ning Zhi's gaze, and turned his head slightly, his deep and dark eyes suppressed the burning flames of anger, "Why don't you explain?"

"explain?"

Ning Zhi walked over, closed the studio door, folded his hands on his chest, leaned on the door panel, smelled the scent of the other party's perfume, raised his eyebrows and said, "Mr. Zhuang, do you still remember the prenuptial agreement we signed?"

"prenuptial agreement?"

Zhuang Yijun seemed to have been splashed with cold water, and his anger and arrogance were extinguished. His stern face returned to his usual rationality and alienation, "Excuse me."

He nodded slightly, walked out of the gallery restrainedly, and met Secretary Zhou and Dr. Lin at the door who had arrived late.

Looking at Dr. Lin, he stepped forward with a serious expression, and said, "I'm sorry for you, you should go back first."

"..." Dr. Lin was puzzled and said, "No, are you kidding me?"

"Then go in and have a look at Wen Jin, he, he doesn't look very good." Zhuang Yijun frowned, "Secretary Zhou, call me if you need anything."

Zhuang Yijun sat in the driver's seat, his eyes fell on the studio on the second floor.

Hands on chest, it's uncomfortable here.

His heart flustered.

He stared fixedly at the window sill on the second floor, and the possibility of destroying the portrait kept popping up in his mind. He finally came to the conclusion that it could be repainted after the portrait was destroyed.

After figuring this out, he started the car and left the gallery.

When Ning Zhi sent Dr. Lin and Secretary Zhou out, he happened to see Zhuang Yijun's car leaving. He thanked Dr. Lin without changing his face, watched the two leave, turned back to the second floor, and opened the door of the studio.

He looked at the portraits of Zhuang Feizhou all over the room, walked to the nearest one, took it down and looked at it carefully.

The man in the painting has curly hair, a pair of brown eyes sunken deep in the eye sockets, with a deep outline, a straight nose, and a bit of mixed blood.He sat on the window sill with his knees bent, holding a lighted cigarette between his slender fingers, looking out of the window with melancholy eyes, the moonlight pouring in, divided his face into two halves, half in the light and half hidden in the shadows.

He is a decadent, distressed handsome guy.

But Ning Zhi didn't like him at all. Zhuang Feizhou is a prodigal son in love, like an artist who needs inspiration, and everyone who seeks inspiration has a different way.The way Zhuang Feizhou finds inspiration is to wander among the flowers, and he doesn't care about men and women.

The people around Zhuang Feizhou change very frequently, the frequency is about once a week. Such a person, who sounds nice as a prodigal son, is actually promiscuous.Apart from a pretty face, what is it that Wen Jin likes?

Ning Zhi planned to take down all the paintings on the easel.

He dabbled a little in ink painting, but Wen Jin opened an oil painting gallery.He didn't have much research on oil painting, and he didn't intend to continue to develop it.

In his previous life, he started from a small studio and expanded the company step by step, dealing with old foxes in shopping malls, feeling tired.In this life, the family background is good, and the "husband's family" that he's 'married' is also a wealthy family, so he can just let An Sheng be a master.

Since it is fine...

He paused for a while, took out his phone and looked at the date, September [-]th, it seems like today is the day when Zhuang Feizhou brought the protagonist back to China?

Thinking of this, he put the painting back for some unknown reason, opened Zhuang Feizhou's Facebook, saw the message he sent early in the morning, went downstairs to say hello to Xiao Yuan, bought a bunch of blue baby's breath, and took a taxi Back to the dealer's villa.

The dealer's villa is located in the suburban villa area.

They are all single-family homes, and the nearby residents are either rich or expensive.

He got off the taxi, greeted the doorman, and walked towards the villa ahead in a good mood.

There was no one at home, and a few servants were chatting in the living room.

He nodded and said, "Where's grandpa?"

"The old man is resting in his room." The servant took the flowers, "Master Wen, do you need a vase?"

"You send one up." Ning Zhi went up to the second floor with flowers in his hands, and walked into his and Zhuang Yijun's room calmly.

Wen Jin seldom stayed overnight at Zhuang's house because he couldn't stand being in the same room with Zhuang Yijun.

In addition to having someone he likes in his heart, and because Zhuang Yijun really doesn't have a gentleman's demeanor, let him sleep on the floor.

Ning Zhi stood in the room. The overall decoration of the room was black and white. The room was spotless. There were two separate cloakrooms, one was Wen Jin's, and there were clothes of all colors in it.One is Zhuang Yijun's. In addition to the black suit, there is a white shirt inside. When the drawer is opened, the underwear is white and the socks are black.

Well……

Could it be that Zhuang Yijun in this life has a cold personality?

He exited the cloakroom, and a servant brought a vase.

He hummed a song in a good mood, wiped the flowers into a vase, placed them on the desk, and looked at the only bright color in the room with satisfaction.

……

In the evening, there was the sound of a car engine downstairs.

Standing on the balcony, Ning Zhi watched the curly-haired man come out of the driver's seat, go around to the passenger seat in a gentlemanly manner, stretch out a hand to protect the top of the car roof, and carefully take care of the people inside to get out of the car.

As the people in the car got down, Ning Zhi also had a full view of the other person.

He was about the same height as Zhuang Feizhou, with a very refined appearance, and he had a bit of nobility in his gestures.When he looked at Zhuang Feizhou, there was no trace of affection in his eyes, only a slight alienation.

The other party seemed to have noticed something, raised his head, looked at Ning Zhi who was standing on the balcony on the second floor, and nodded reservedly.

Ning Zhi nodded slightly, his gaze fell on the curly-haired man.

The man looked at the young man beside him, his eyes seemed to overflow with hot emotion, and he led the young man into the door eagerly and cautiously.

Ning Zhi sneered.

Zhuang Feizhou is so sincere to every girlfriend and boyfriend, that's why he attracts Wen Jin, who has never experienced feelings, unable to extricate himself.

He even suspected that Zhuang Feizhou's prodigal son in the storybook turned back, but it was because the young man was the one he couldn't ask for, so he couldn't forget it.

Holding the fence with both hands, he caught a glimpse of the black car driving in. After waiting for a while, he turned and went to the first floor, and said happily: "Brother Feizhou, when did you come back, why didn't you call me? It's convenient to pick you up."

Zhuang Yijun who had just walked to the door paused.

"It's Wen Jin." Zhuang Feizhou nodded coldly, and said, "Wen Jin, you are married to my nephew. I am Yijun's uncle. You should call me uncle instead."

Ning Zhi glanced at the figure standing at the door, and said politely, "Uncle, who is this?"

Zhuang Feizhou's face returned to temperature, and he said tenderly: "This is my boyfriend, Mu Qing, Ah Qing, and this is my nephew's lover, Wen Jin."

Mu Qing raised her head, frowned and said warmly, "Hello."

"Mu Qing?" Ning Zhi nodded with a smile, and said, "I remember that the young master of the Mu family seems to be named Mu Qing, who is studying abroad, is that you?"

Ning Zhi's seemingly unintentional words caused Zhuang Feizhou to look surprised, "Are you from the Mu family?"

Mu Qing pursed her lips, nodded hesitantly and said, "Young Master Wen is right."

The dealer doesn't deal with the Mu family.

Zhuang Feizhou brought back the young master of the Mu family, still as a boyfriend, tsk!

He looked at Zhuang Feizhou, not missing the slightest expression on his face.

But seeing a flash of struggle in the other party's eyes, he looked hesitant, "Ah Qing, I..."

"It's okay." Mu Qing stood up and said distantly: "My parents don't know about my return to China, can you keep it a secret for me for the time being?" When he said this, he looked at Ning Zhi expectantly.

Ning Zhi: "..."

Wait, brother, why is there something wrong with your eyes.

"Master Wen, I didn't expect you to remember my name."

"I...we know each other?" Ning Zhi asked suspiciously while flipping through Wen Jin's memory.

Mu Qing smiled, turned around and walked towards the door without answering.

Zhuang Feizhou's struggling eyes must be fixed, and he ran after him, "Ah Qing, wait for me."

Seeing this, Zhuang Yijun who was standing at the door pretended to have just come home and walked in, met Mu Qing head-on, glanced coldly, then turned his gaze to the young man standing in the living room, frowning and looking at his uncle's back.

The young man's face was much redder and moister than in the morning, his lips were a little pale, but he was in good spirits.

His heart, which had been hanging for a day, finally let go.

but--

He pulled his tie and coughed lightly, but the young man didn't respond.

He felt a little embarrassed and a little sour, did he really like that scumbag Zhuang Feizhou so much?

Because of the emotions in his heart, some unconsciously showed on his face, as if angry, he deliberately bumped the shoulder of the dazed young man, and then went upstairs without looking back.

When he opened the door, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the young man. The young man was still in a daze. His brows sank, and he walked into the room with an ugly expression.