The contract of the rich and powerful

Yan Luosheng just responded softly, his gaze kept on the painting in his hand.

"Father, have you seen enough? If you've seen enough, can you return this painting to me?" Yan Ruowen stretched out his hand as if begging for the painting in Yan Luosheng's hand.

However, to Yan Ruowen's surprise, Yan Luosheng said, "I want this painting."

"What?!—" As soon as Yan Luosheng's words fell, Yan Ruowen's startled cries rose everywhere.

"Dad, how could you do this! This is a painting my aunt gave me."

Yan Ruowen liked this painting very much, and he planned to keep it in his room, but Yan Luosheng actually said, he wants this painting?

"Didn't I also give you a painting last time, so I want this kind of painting."

"Then I will return the last painting to Dad, and Dad, you can also return this painting to me." Although Yan Ruowen also liked the last painting, he still likes this one more, after all, this one is that painting. Aunt gave it to him!

"If you can snatch it back, I'll give it back to you." Yan Luosheng lowered his hand holding the painting, just when Yan Ruowen reached out to get the painting, Yan Luosheng raised his hand all of a sudden, and painted with Yan Ruowen for a while It was far away again.

No matter how hard Yan Ruowen tried and how much he jumped, but the height difference between Yan Ruosheng and Yan Luosheng was too great, it was impossible for Yan Ruowen to get that painting.

Yan Ruowen pouted unhappily, and angrily said: "Dad is the worst!" and ran to his room.

Looking at Yan Ruowen's back, Yan Luosheng just smiled lightly.

Back in his study, Yan Luosheng sat in front of the desk, opened the largest drawer in the middle, and saw that in the huge drawer, there was only a thin piece of paper. This was... the portrait that Tang Yixin once drew for him.

In the portrait, his face is expressionless, his eyes are cold, and his thin lips are tightly pressed, giving people an invisible sense of oppression. I have to say that Tang Yixin has perfectly grasped his expression, expression, and temperament.

This is really a very perfect portrait, but the only fly in the ointment is that there is a burnt mark on the corner of the painting.

Yan Luosheng put the painting back, and then picked up Yan Ruowen's portrait.

In the portrait, Yan Ruowen's baby fat face is extraordinarily cute, with a fluffy watermelon head, a pair of big and bright eyes under neat bangs that are slightly bent because of a smile, and a bright smile on her pink mouth, revealing a row of With neat and white teeth, Yan Ruowen's smile looks like a blooming flower, and like an angel from heaven, pure and white.

Yan Luosheng looked at the painting with dark and deep eyes, and at this moment he was thinking about something.

Tang Yixin and Yan Ruowen don't know what kind of existence they are to each other, but they met and got acquainted by such a coincidence. Tang Yixin is willing to paint such a picture for Yan Ruowen, which means that Tang Yixin also likes Yan Ruowen very much, right?

Yan Luosheng couldn't help but imagine, what was Tang Yixin thinking in his mind when he drew this painting again?Does Tang Yixin know that this child is their child back then?

While Yan Luosheng was concentrating, the door of the study room was suddenly opened.

An Qiuying walked up to Yan Luosheng: "Mr. Yan..."

Hearing An Qiuying's voice, Yan Luosheng raised his head, and found that An Qiuying was already standing in front of him, he couldn't help frowning, his tone was cold, and he said dissatisfiedly: "I don't seem to agree with you coming in."

Yan Luosheng's tone showed that he didn't seem happy about An Qiuying's sudden visit.

An Qiuying quickly explained: "I knocked on the door, but Mr. Yan, you didn't seem to hear it. I have no other intentions, but dinner is ready, and I want to ask you to go down for dinner."

Yan Luosheng frowned slightly at An Qiuying's words.Did An Qiuying knock on the door?But he didn't hear it, not even the sound of An Qiuying opening the door.

Maybe it was because I was too serious about thinking about other things just now.

"I see, you go out." Yan Luosheng's voice softened slightly compared to the coldness before.

An Qiuying responded and left Yan Luosheng's study room. After closing the door, An Qiuying couldn't help thinking about something. She glanced at the painting in Yan Luosheng's hand just now, and it seemed to be Yan Ruowen's portrait.The painting was drawn on ordinary paper, so it shouldn't be drawn by someone specially. It looks professional, and it probably wasn't drawn by Yan Ruowen himself.

Could it be that someone painted it and gave it to Yan Luosheng?

If it is, An Qiuying thinks that the person who drew this picture must be a woman, and her intention of drawing this picture is also obvious. Yan Luosheng loves Yan Ruowen so much, and Yan Ruowen is his only son. The portrait of Yan Ruowen is unclear. To please Yan Luosheng?That person is definitely interested in Yan Luosheng.

Although she knew from the beginning that she must have a lot of competitors, but this was the first time that An Qiuying felt inexplicably worried.

It seemed that she had to quickly find a way to win Yan Luosheng's heart, otherwise she would have no place to cry if other women would get her first.

But what should be done?

It felt like Yan Luosheng was so indifferent to him, he didn't give him a chance at all, and Yan Ruowen was also very difficult to deal with.An Qiuying bit her lip. Normal tricks were impossible, so she could only think of other ways.

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After school, Gong Xixi took a car to the place Tang Yixin told her she lived, and came to the door of room 1003. Gong Xixi knocked on the door, but no one answered after waiting for a long time.

He raised his eyes and took a sure look at the house number. It was indeed No. 1003. There was nothing wrong with the hotel, but why did no one open the door?

Gong Xixi couldn't help but pouted unhappily, could it be that Sister Tang lied to her again?Could it be that Sister Tang disappeared again like last time?

Thinking of this, Gong Xixi felt her nose sore, her eyes flushed, and tears seemed to burst out of her eyes immediately.

But at this moment, a small gentle voice came from behind Gong Xixi: "Xixi?"

As soon as Tang Yixin and Yun Zhicheng got off the elevator and walked to the door of the room, they saw a girl standing at the door. Tang Yixin recognized Gong Xixi immediately.

Hearing Tang Yixin's voice, Gong Xixi turned her head and saw Tang Yixin's face. Tears welled up in Gong Xixi's eyes, and she rushed to Tang Yixin's side to hug Tang Yixin.

Tang Yixin didn't expect to receive such a warm hug all of a sudden. Tang Yixin was stunned for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he gently stroked Gong Xixi's long and smooth black hair, and a gentle voice sounded in Gong Xixi's ear: "What's the matter?" ?”

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