The richest man Yang Fei

During the meeting, Yang Fei and Zheng Daqiu talked about the way Shangchao operates.

After hearing this, Zheng Daqiu benefited a lot.

After the banquet was over, Zheng Daqiu sat down, then got up to say goodbye, and said that he would bother me tomorrow.

Li Yanan smiled and asked Yang Fei: "I see that when you taught him, you really spared no effort. Are you not afraid to teach the apprentice and starve the master to death?"

Yang Fei said: "This is a narrow concept. There are endless businesses in the world. Not to mention the business in the world, even the Wuyi business district in the provincial capital is also very big. Even if there is no Spring Department Store, there will be other Department stores have entered. Among all the department stores, Chunqiu Department Store is the least threatening.”

Li Yanan said: "You are very confident."

Yang Fei said: "Confidence comes from strength."

Li Yanan pursed her lips and said, "It's time for me to go home. I've been bothering you for a long time."

Yang Fei said, "I'll see you off."

After Su Tong went home and had dinner, he went to the village for a meeting.

As soon as the concept of the folk festival was proposed, it received a response from the cadres of the whole village. Everyone felt that the concept of this tourism festival was very good, so they wanted to discuss the details as soon as possible.

Yang Fei sent Li Yanan home.

Li Yanan smiled and said, "Go in and sit down, I have some paintings for you."

"Haha, that's great." Yang Fei helped her pick up the plum branches and entered her room.

Li Yanan first found a vase, inserted the plum branches, placed it near the workbench, and said, "The whole house instantly becomes elegant, and the fragrance is overflowing."

Yang Fei chuckled, and looked at her new work with his hands behind his back.

Li Yanan showed Yang Fei some paintings.

"I didn't frame it. If you want to hang it up, I'll frame it for you. If you don't hang it up and just store it, then you don't need to frame it."

Yang Fei slowly unfolded the painting.

His eyes lit up.

This is a "wedding painting", which depicts a Chinese wedding scene.

Li Yanan paints a picture of a classical wedding with delicate brushstrokes and rich imagination.

And the protagonists of the wedding are Yang Fei and Su Tong.

The groom is riding a tall white horse, and the bride is wearing a phoenix crown and Xiapei, so beautiful.

Yang Fei was surprised and said: "Sister Li, this gift is too precious! I was going to take a wedding photo with Su Tong, so you drew us a picture."

"Of course the painting is not as good as the photography." Li Yanan said.

"Who said that? I think your paintings are more artistic."

Indeed, some scenes can be drawn through imagination, but are extremely difficult to realize in reality.

Yang Fei said: "Sister Li, I want to frame this painting and hang it in my living room."

"Then frame it and give it to you."

"It's okay, you are a professional, how to frame, you are better than me."

Yang Fei opened another painting, which was the winter scene of Peach Blossom Village that he asked her to paint before, the scene was vivid and lifelike.

Meticulous brushwork is rigorous in structure, round and free in use, elegant and elegant in color setting, vigorous in freehand brushwork, and vigorous in brush and ink, natural, thick and flexible, and complement each other in an interesting way.

Yang Fei praised: "Sister Li, this painting is a treasure!"

"It's fine if you like it. I don't have anything to give you. These two paintings are just your wedding present. Don't hold them back."

"This is the most precious gift I've ever received."

"Don't say that, your wedding hasn't arrived yet, you might get an unexpected gift then!"

"What gift can compare to these two paintings of yours?"

"It's getting late, should Su Tong go home? I won't keep you anymore, so go back quickly."

Yang Fei hummed: "Then I'm leaving, come to my house to play tomorrow!"

"What are you playing?"

"Drinking tea, appreciating plum blossoms, fishing, soaking in hot springs are all fine. How about going to a scenic spot?"

"Hot springs? The two of us?" Li Yanan pursed her lips into a smile, and suddenly felt that the words were too provocative, so she shoved his shoulder in embarrassment, "Okay, let's talk about it tomorrow, you go back quickly."

Yang Fei said: "I haven't got the painting yet. I'll take the winter scene of Peach Blossom Village back first."

Li Yanan handed him the painting, watched him walk out the door, bit her lip involuntarily.

She touched the arm touched by him, and slowly closed her eyes. All that flashed before her eyes were Yang Fei's resolute face full of masculinity, and his strong and powerful wrist.

"What's wrong with me?" Li Yanan shook her head and asked herself softly.

She showered and went to bed.

However, she couldn't fall asleep anyway.

The more he misses Yang Fei, the more his image takes root in his mind.

Li Yanan's whole body was as hot as fire.

I can't sleep anymore.

She got dressed, came to the workbench, lowered her head and sniffed the plum blossoms.

She picked up the brush and wanted to draw, but what she wrote down was Yang Fei.

Startled, Li Yanan quickly crumpled up the drawing paper with Yang Fei's name on it and threw it into the trash can.

Her face was hot and her heart was beating, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

She is someone who has been there, of course she knows what's wrong with her.

"No! Absolutely not!" She kept telling herself.

This night, Li Yanan was really uncomfortable.

She rarely sleeps in.