The hero ran away with the scum [Quick Transmigration]

Gypsophila is an inconspicuous flower, but its flower language is quite romantic and dreamy.

Zhuang Yijun knows that Zhuang Feizhou has a special liking for this flower, because every time he loves someone, he will send blue stars all over the sky in the same way, implying my love for you, just like so many stars, so dazzling.

He looked at the blue sky full of stars on the desk, his complexion was obscure, his hands hanging on both sides clenched into fists, and then slowly loosened.After repeating this several times, he sneered, it's just such a bastard, what's there to like?

He took off his coat and dropped the coat on the desk seemingly unintentionally. The coat was accurately covered on the flowers, and the vase shook a few times, but it was not upside down.

He stepped forward angrily, raised his hand to push the vase for a moment, then took off his coat, put away all the important documents on the desk, and took out the prenuptial agreement from the drawer, and pressed it at the bottom of the document. Pushing it to the vase, watching the water in the vase cover the table, soaking the documents, then covering the coat, and walking into the bathroom pretending not to notice.

Ning Zhi stood downstairs for a while, but still couldn't find the memory related to Mu Qing.

Since I can't think of it, I simply don't want to.

He was just about to turn around and go upstairs to see Zhuang Yijun's attitude towards the baby's breath he brought back, when Mr. Zhuang appeared at the door with a cane.

He walked forward with a smile, supported the old man, and said, "Grandpa, when did you go out?"

"I've been out for a while, and I played a few games of chess with Lao Cheng, and I killed Lao Cheng without leaving a piece of his head." The old man was in good spirits, he sat on the sofa with Ning Zhi's support, and a servant brought tea, He took a sip and said, "Old Cheng is also very angry."

"That's grandpa's superb chess skills." Ning Zhi took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Grandpa, I plan to move back."

Zhuang Yijun, who was walking to the stairs, paused when he heard this.

Move back?

Is it because Zhuang Feizhou is back?

Thinking of this, my chest felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed up, and I felt suffocated and panicked.

"It's good to move back." The old man sighed. The child of Wen's family has no feelings for Yi'er. The old man's heart is open, but he didn't say anything. explain."

Old Zhao is the housekeeper of the dealer, and he followed the old man when he was young.

"It just so happens that I have something to ask Grandpa for advice." Ning Zhi hesitated for a moment, and said, "I want to invite someone to come back and redecorate the room, but I don't know where Zhuang Yijun is..."

"What a big deal." The old man laughed aloud, and said, "Grandpa will arrange someone for you later."

"Then thank you grandpa."

Decorating a room?

Zhuang Yijun walked lightly, returned to the door, looked at the black and white in the room, and frowned, isn't it good?

But if Wen Jin doesn't like it, it's not impossible to change it, just come and mention it to him in person, and he's not unreasonable.

At this moment, Zhuang Yijun chose to forget that when Wen Jin visited his room, he mentioned the matter of changing the decoration.What did he say at the time? "Wen Jin, have you forgotten Article [-] in our prenuptial agreement, which is not to touch each other's personal belongings?"

He stepped heavily, walked downstairs, interrupted the happy conversation between the grandpa and grandson, and said, "Grandpa, I'll arrange the decoration of the room."

"That's right." The old man lifted his eyelids and glanced at his grandson, and said earnestly, "Yi'er, you are not alone now, you have already married, and you should consider Jin'er's feelings in everything you do."

"Grandpa said so." Zhuang Yijun took a look at Ning Zhi whose smile had faded, and his heart started to get blocked again, so he doesn't want to see him?

The grandpa and grandson ate dinner together.

After Zhuang Feizhou chased Mu Qing out, he never came back.

The Zhuang family actually has a large population. The old man has two sons and three daughters. Zhuang Yijun's parents are the eldest. After handing over the company to his son, they traveled all over the world. Several aunts started their own families. Zhuang Feizhou was the last one, but he was also the only one. Haven't settled down yet.

Zhuang Yijun has quite a few cousins ​​in the same generation, and he has a younger brother who is studying in a senior high school.

The population of wealthy families has always been complex.

This is also because the Zhuang family is not so extravagant, and the Zhuang family's husband and wife have a good relationship, so they didn't have an illegitimate child.

Compared to the tranquility of the dealer, Wen's family is not so peaceful.

The strength of the Wen family is comparable to that of the Zhuang family. Why is it that Wen Jin married into the Zhuang family, and not Zhuang Yijun married into Wen's family?Because Father Wen had too many sons and daughters, he only needed to train one of the most outstanding sons to inherit the family business.

The old man was getting old and his appetite was not very good, so he went back to his room to rest without eating much.

Only Ning Zhi and Zhuang Yijun were left at the dinner table.

Zhuang Yijun wanted to find a topic to ease the atmosphere, so he said, "What do you want to do next time, you can tell me directly."

Ning Zhi paused as he drank the soup, "Okay."

"..." Zhuang Yijun said again: "What style of decoration do you like?"

Ning Zhi gave him a sideways look, "The decoration is not important, the important thing is that you ask someone to add an extra bed in the room. It's because the weather is warm, and I can make do with it on the ground."

Zhuang Yijun choked up in his heart, and changed the subject, "Since you want to move back, do you want to prepare a studio for you?"

"No need, it's inconvenient to paint at home." Ning Zhi put down the spoon, took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his lips.

What's the inconvenience?

Zhuang Yijun slandered, and suddenly thought of the uncle in the studio at the Wenjin Gallery, and his heart was even more blocked.

He put down his chopsticks and said, "I'd better prepare it for you, and put it next to my study, what do you think?"

"Yeah." Ning Zhi put down the tissue indifferently, and said, "I've finished eating, you take your time."

"Why do you eat so little?" Zhuang Yijun frowned, looking at the other person's thin figure, a trace of inexplicable emotion filled his heart, "Is the food not to your taste?"

"That's not true. I'm not feeling well today and I don't have much appetite." Ning Zhi stood up, "By the way, I'll sleep in the guest room tonight. I'll move in after the room is finished. Does this not violate our agreement?"

"...The bed is for you to sleep in."

Ning Zhi paused, turned his body slightly, looked suspiciously at the calm man, and said, "Why are you so talkative today?"

"You moved back suddenly and slept in the guest room again, what will grandpa think when he finds out?" Zhuang Yijun also stood up and continued: "And you are not feeling well today, I am not as unkind as you think."

"Really?" Ning Zhi smiled strangely, and said, "Then I'll be impolite."

"Since we're husband and wife, let's talk if we have something to say." Zhuang Yijun's congested heart finally eased, and he said, "Would you like to sit down and have a drink, and talk about the decoration by the way?"

"What's the point of drinking at home." Ning Zhi raised his watch and looked at the time, "I have an appointment with a friend at a bar, are you going?"

How could it be boring?

It is rare for the couple to sit together calmly, have a drink, and enjoy the romantic atmosphere at noon.

However, since Wen Jin asked friends to go to the bar first...

He asked calmly, "You often go to bars with your friends."

"It's okay, when I'm free, I go there two or three times a week." He said, walking towards the living room.

Two or three times a week?

Zhuang Yijun followed Ning Zhi to the living room, thinking of his stomach ache in the morning, he asked his servant to warm a cup of hot milk, and continued to listen to what he had to say.

Ning Zhi folded his legs, and said: "You know, my drawing skills are limited, and I can't compare with Brother Fei Zhou, so I can only participate in this kind of gathering more, listen to the exchange of experience and sentiments of the seniors, and use this It’s an opportunity to get to know more famous painters.”

"In your capacity, if you want to meet top painters, there is no way." Zhuang Yijun searched for several famous painters in his heart, thinking about whether to invite them back to teach Wen Jin.

"I can tell you are an outsider at a glance." Ning Zhi frowned and said in disapproval: "A real master only looks at his works and speaks. If you can't produce good works, even if you have money, the master will not be moved."

"You don't have confidence in your own work?"

"No." Ning Zhi thought that Wen Jin learned to paint for Zhuang Feizhou, and Zhuang Feizhou painted the most, so he became silent.

Zhuang Yijun obviously thought of this too.

His heart that had just been relieved was blocked again, "I'll go upstairs and change my clothes first, please wait for me for a while."

"I'll change clothes too."

When the two came to the second floor, Zhuang Yijun opened the door and walked straight to the cloakroom.

As soon as he walked to the door of the cloakroom, Wen Jin's suppressed angry shout suddenly came from behind——

"Mr. Zhuang Yi!"

"what happened?"

Zhuang Yijun turned around and saw Ning Zhi standing at the door staring at the desk with a livid face.

He looked along the line of sight, but saw that the coat on the desk fell to the ground at some point, and the vase and the baby's breath were also scattered on the ground.He sipped it, "I'm used to leaving my clothes on the desk when I walk in."

"Heh!" Ning Zhi sneered, pointed to the coat hanger by the door and said, "What is this?"

"Who stipulates that clothes can't be put on the desk if there are hangers?" Zhuang Yijun felt guilty, but he didn't show anything on his face. Instead, he began to question Ning Zhi, "I haven't asked why you put flowers on my desk, don't you?" Do you know that there are many important documents on my desk?"

As he spoke, he strode forward. The water on the table had almost evaporated, but the words and signatures on the prenuptial agreement at the bottom were almost blurred by the water.

He put the prenuptial agreement in front of Ning Zhi, and said in a deep voice, "Is it clear?"

"You said it's just two cleansing?"

"I don't want to quarrel with you." Zhuang Yijun rubbed his forehead wearily, and said in a calm tone, "Hua, I will pay you tomorrow, and this prenuptial agreement can no longer be used, how about this, you give me your share , I asked the lawyer to redraft a copy."

"..." That's right, the brain in this life is much smarter than the previous one.

He took the prenuptial agreement, looked at the words blurred by water with flickering eyes, and was silent for a long time, "I'll bring it back tomorrow."

After speaking, he turned and left the dealer without even changing his clothes.