On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

Fu Shiyan refused to let her go.

I don't know how to deal with Lu Xun, the young master sent her messages to bombard her.

Jiang Shu lived in the room arranged by Fu Shiyan, and replied word by word: I'm fine, I can't die.

Lu Xun called directly, but Jiang Shu didn't answer, just asked, "How is Wensu?"

The voice came from that hair, and he sneered, "Lying in the hospital for nutrient solution, Jiang Lingyu is with me."

Wen Su was in a coma for three full hours, woke up and stared blankly at the ceiling, unwilling to speak.

When Jiang Lingyu came to the ward, the waiter just bit the bullet and showed her today's gift list, she glanced at it, "Take it."

"Yes."

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Jiang Lingyu's mind, she frowned and raised her hand: "Show me again."

The waiter handed it over again.

She slid all the way down and saw Jiang Shu's name. The gift she gave was a piece of porcelain, Tang Sancai.

Jiang Lingyu glanced at the girl in the ward, sighed softly, but didn't go in after all, "Take me to have a look."

The waiter led the way and took her to the warehouse.

The gift from Jiang Shu was quietly placed under the light, dust was flying.

Jiang Lingyu took out the piece of porcelain, put it in her hand and looked at it carefully, frowning, "Fake..."

Based on her understanding of Jiang Shu, she is not someone who will be negligent in this regard, and it is impossible for her to send fake products.

But she was sure that this piece of porcelain was indeed a fake.

Jiang Lingyu couldn't figure out the reason, and after a long time, she realized that she knew Jiang Shuzhi more than Wen Shu.

Just like today, she never expected that Wen Shu would plagiarize and do things that would make the Wen family lose face.

She sighed softly, walked out of the warehouse, and made a detour to the study.

The light inside was dim, and Wen Jing sat under the huge bookshelf, smoking one cigarette after another.

Jiang Lingyu stepped forward softly and took the cigarette from his mouth, "It's not good for your health."

Wen Jing's dry eyes were extremely tired, he leaned against her and sighed heavily, "Ayu, is this child our punishment?"

After a moment of silence, Jiang Lingyu stroked his rickety back, "It's because we didn't educate ourselves well, and we are responsible."

Wen Jing helped Fujia's eyes, "Xiaoyuan is so capricious, she has never done it..."

Such a shame!

The Wen family will lose all face today!

"It's your own child, so you have to pay more attention to it, don't you think so?" She comforted her softly, "Take your time, I won't go to the monastery for a while, and I'll stay at home."

……

Thanks to Fu Shiyan's blessing, Jiang Shu knew that there was a big manor behind the art gallery, and when he opened the door of the room, he could see the criss-crossed streets.

I heard that it used to be an ancient village, but it was abandoned and then turned into an art gallery. However, it occupies a large area, and a large area at the back was vacant, and was converted into a holiday estate by investors.

The autumn rain is pattering, accompanied by gusts of cold wind, which is somewhat desolate.

It had been two days since Jiang Shu saw Fu Shiyan again, and the swelling on her face had subsided a bit.

The two were sitting on a rafting boat. The boatman only regarded them as tourists on vacation and introduced the scenery with great interest. Fu Shiyan stared at the lake, but he didn't know how much he listened to.

On the contrary, Jiang Shu relished it: "Is it really so magical? Can that tree manifest spirits?"

There is a century-old tree in the middle of the lake, which is covered with red ribbons, which are hung by tourists who come to make wishes.

"That's natural, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people going forward every year." The boatman said.