Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

Since the incident at Qingyu Art Studio, the police cordoned it off, so naturally what Rong Mo reported was Wang Bin's home address.

Wang Bin's home is considered a relatively high-end residence in City C, with one apartment per elevator. Rong Mo took Xiu Jin out of the elevator. Chen Yun opened the door and was not in a good state of mind. Both eyes were a little red and swollen.

Her whole body became much more decadent, and Yongrong's face turned a little yellow. When she saw Rong Mo, she smiled a smile that was uglier than crying.

Although she knew that Wang Bin could not be killed by Rong Mo, after all, the man appeared at the crime scene with a knife. If it were not for the art exhibition in four days, she would not want to see Rong Mo.

Rong Mo held the corner of his clothes, his expression was sad and a little at a loss, with tears in his eyes, pursed his red lips, he hesitated to speak, as if he meant if you don't speak, I will cry...

"Teacher Chen...I..."

"..." Chen Yun felt uncomfortable when she saw it. Thinking about it carefully, the child was not wrong. She shouldn't have been angry. Moreover, the person was injured, and the painting was sent to her all the way.

Chen Yun took a deep breath and took the painting: "Come in, I haven't been in good spirits lately, don't mind."

"Teacher, it's only because I'm ignorant that I bothered you." Rong Mo held back tears and sniffed, so pitiful...

"..." Xiu Jin raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, a little surprised that Rong Mo opened his mouth.

If it weren't for the fact that this person mentioned in the system had a blood feud with Wang Bin, he would have almost believed it.

"Come and sit, the room is a bit messy..."

Rong Mo nodded and followed Chen Yun in.

Wang Bin's home is very luxuriously decorated, and the first thing he sees is a set of valuable European-style sofas.

Rong Mo held the crystal cup in his hands, sitting awkwardly on the sofa, sipping it in small sips.

But there was a cold feeling in my heart. Hey, he still got half of the money for this house.

He laughed harder than cried to express his sadness, "Teacher Chen... I brought all the paintings for the exhibition..."

After speaking, he sniffed.

Chen Yun hummed softly, sat across from the two of them, and her eyes fell on Xiu Jin.

"Who is this?"

This man's aura was too much for people to ignore. He was dignified in everything he did, and he looked like a wealthy man at first glance.

Especially the high-end clothes the other party wears are all made by a foreign designer...

Why didn't she know that Rong Mo still had such a friend?

"This is Xiu Jin, the friend who sent me here."

Hearing Xiu Jin's name, Chen Yun was stunned for a moment, as if she had seen this name in the police station, and instantly understood something. She pulled the corner of her mouth and nodded towards Xiu Jin as a greeting.

Xiu Jin nodded in response, and Rong Mo took the initiative to speak out the purpose of coming: "Teacher Chen, Teacher, he has been preparing for this exhibition for a long time. He didn't expect that something like this would happen. If you need my help in any way, just ask... "

Chen Yun was silent. He showed a sad look as he spoke, and added: "I have no father or mother. The teacher has been taking care of me this year. I will abide by the contract. I want to continue in the name of the teacher's legacy." Hold a painting exhibition for teachers..."

"This..." Chen Yun raised her eyes and looked at Rong Mo in disbelief.

Angel is also a well-known painter, and his interests will only grow in the future. Even if Rong Mo has a deep relationship with his husband, how can he give up his own interests?

Rong Mo was afraid that the other party would not believe him, so he added in tears: "If this is not the case, I am afraid that it will affect the teacher's reputation. The teacher is no longer here, and I don't want people to slander the teacher. The teacher is a very good person. I can continue to fulfill the contract, as long as Taking [-]% of the profit, I also hope that you can live a better life after the teacher leaves..."

The words were filled with consideration for the other party, and even though Chen Yun had doubts, they were all moved...

"Good boy, I didn't expect you to think so much. Wang Bin is lucky to have you as his student." She hugged Rong Mo and was so moved.

"Don't say that. I only received care when I met my teacher. The teacher is like my father..."

Rong Mo sniffed and looked extremely sad.

Of course he is lucky to have me. Without me, he would not have died, and he could become a great painter in the future. It was not because he wanted to thank me, but he was sent directly to the end of his life, saving him decades of detours.

The two of them were so sad, Rong Mo cried so much that I felt pity for them, and Chen Yun also cried so hard that Li Hua burst into tears. It was such a deep love between mother and son that no one was moved to see it.

Xiu Jin doesn't know how, he can only frown...

Rong Mo's crocodile tears, the little guy is worse than him.

Chen Yun's resentment towards Rong Mo was all gone. Not to mention that Rong Mo was not the murderer of her husband, even if she was, she could forgive Rong Mo for her future interests and her own protection.

You can look for a man after he's dead, money is a real thing, and besides, she doesn't really love her to the death.

At this time, Chen Yun was extremely lucky that she had always been friendly towards Rong Mo, mainly because the other person was indeed impeccably good, and she also really liked students like Rong Mo.

With Rong Mo's promise, Chen Yun brushed away the grief of being widowed and lovingly patted the back of Rong Mo's hand, "Good boy, stop crying. Please stay here and have dinner with me today."

Xiu Jin pulled two tissues from the paper drawer and handed them to Rong Mo. Rong Mo cried so hard that he was out of breath, as if his biological father had died.

Rong Mo took it directly without being polite, wiping his tears as if it were something serious, and saying words of concern, "Mr. Chen must have been having a hard time sleeping and eating recently. You have to express your condolences. The teacher is not here, you still have me..." "

Xiu Jin fell into deep thought: "..."

Chen Yun once again lamented that Rong Mo was such a good child. Her husband didn't even cry like this after his death. This child is so emotional!

His tone was that of coaxing a child, "Don't cry, my dear child. I know the deep love between master and disciple. In the future, please come and accompany me more often. Don't call me teacher, call me mistress..."

Rong Mo then wiped his tears and smiled with great effort, "Okay, Master."

"Be good, my wife will cook for you."

Rong Mo pursed her lips and nodded. Chen Yun finally coaxed Rong Mo and got up to go to the kitchen to cook.

Xiu Jin, who had been watching from the side: "..."

Today was really an eye-opener...

After they left, Rong Modu was still acting, "Sorry, I made you laugh. The teacher and I..."

Xiu Jin nodded awkwardly, "Ahem, I understand."

There is no need to pretend to be with him...

Rong Mo sniffed and stopped talking. He sat on the sofa obediently and his eyes fell on the cabinet in the living room.

That's Wang Bin's portrait...

Rong Mo stared at the portrait and sneered in his heart. He would introduce a new husband to your wife later.

The meal passed by as Rong Mo wanted to cry but tried to hold the baby back from crying.

Chen Yun was a little tired from coaxing her, and Xiu Jin was also tired from watching. Only Rong Mo didn't know how tired he was, and he cried so much as if he didn't need money.

I cried for a while, and then cried again when I saw Wang Bin's portrait.

That posture made Wang Bin angry.

Xiu Jin, who had always been emotionless, couldn't help but feel ashamed. She couldn't offend this little guy in the future. His revenge was too strong.

After the meal, Rong Mo sat in Wang Bin's house for a while. Chen Yun now treated Rong Mo as if she were her own child.

"Master's wife, I want to go and take a look at the master's studio, wuwu~" After saying that, two more tears fell.

Xiu Jin:…………

Bai Tuanzi and Black Bird:…………

"Okay, okay, go, go, don't cry, darling, you are still injured."

Rong Mo sniffed, holding back tears, and nodded weakly. He endured it until his shoulders trembled slightly. Chen Yun felt distressed, afraid that Rong Mo would cry and carry it away.

Chen Yun coaxed softly, forgetting that she was the one whose husband died...

Rong Mo was twitching all the way and entered the studio. There was a painting on the wall of the studio. On the painting was the profile of a woman. A very beautiful woman, looking out the window tenderly, quiet and beautiful...

That was the mother of his world.

No wonder he felt that Chen Yun looked familiar. It turned out that she looked like Gu Qian. Rong Mo looked back with moisture in her eyes, "Master's wife was so beautiful when she was young..."

A smile appeared on Chen Yun's tired face. Who doesn't like to be praised for her beauty? "Yes, I was still young at that time. He said he fell in love with me at first sight..."

love at first sight?

Ah

Rong Mo squinted his eyes and quickly flashed a trace of disdain. Chen Yun's side face was similar to Gu Qian's, but the front face was not similar, so Wang Bin only painted the side face.

Even in the profile drawing, the mole on Chen Yun's right eyebrow is not touched.

Rong Mo looked sideways and changed the subject: "Master's wife... please bring the paintings I sent over. I will help you sort them out. You can take a rest early."

"Okay, you took the trouble"

Chen Yun was touched again. How could there be such a good child? He always considers others, attaches great importance to love and justice, and has a good personality.

If only it was really her son...

After Chen Yun left, there were still tears on Rong Mo's face, but the smile on his lips was cold and scary.

He took two steps forward, touched the pen on the easel, raised his hand and touched a mole on the eyebrow of the person in the painting.

After finishing the painting, he threw the brush back on the easel. Hearing Chen Yun's footsteps, Rong Mo lowered his eyes again and smiled, with tears in his eyes...

After briefly sorting out the works and exchanging pleasantries with Chen Yun, the sky outside was already darkening.

Rong Mo picked up his coat and said goodbye to Chen Yun. Xiu Jin followed him, staring at the person in front of him.

That dull, indifferent expression didn't look a bit sad.

Xiu Jin couldn't help but curl her lips and chuckled: "You don't want to play the role of father and son?"

"..."

Rong Mo paused for a moment, turned his head and retorted with a smile: "Sir's words can easily make people mistakenly think that he wants to compare himself with my friend..."

The little guy really dares to say that. Xiu Jin’s eyes moved slightly. He raised his lips and looked softly. He gently touched Rong Mo’s little head: “You are very smart.”

Doesn’t he want to compete with his friend?

"Thank you, I know I'm smart." Rong Mo hummed and waved away Xiu Jin's hand, which really messed up his hair.

He turned around dissatisfied, ignoring the implication of Xiu Jin's words, and quickened his pace, widening the distance between him and Xiu Jin, leaving only a lonely figure behind Xiu Jin.

Xiu Jin looked at her fingertips, her heart sinking... He was rejected?

Looking up at the slender man, his thin back blends into the night, and the wind can blow it away...

Xiu Jin's eyes dimmed, her fingers tightened unconsciously, and her heart felt as if there was a big stone stuck in her heart.

Then he picked up the pace and chased after him. He didn't want to look at Rong Mo's back, always feeling that he was getting further and further away from him.

Staring at Rong Mo's hand curled up at his side, he took it without thinking.The young man's hands were cold from the wind, and Xiu Jin gently rubbed them with his fingertips.

The knuckles in the hand are slender and long, so thin that there is no fleshiness, and the joints where I hold the pen all year round have thin calluses.

Feeling the man's warmth, Rong Mo's face felt a little hot. The difference in skin color between the two was obvious. His hands were sickly white. He felt as if he had been dead for several days...

Xiu Jin's hands were fair and healthy, with sharp knuckles. Her hands looked a little petite when he held them.

Their fingertips intertwined from time to time, and Rong Mo could always think of the way these hands touched him...

He stayed where he was, his face gradually warming up, this gangster...

Just as he was about to take out his hand, he heard Xiu Jin's low, slightly aggrieved murmur from above his head:

"You don't have to be so polite to me, and don't call me sir"

Rong Mo's pupils trembled slightly, Xiu Jin's voice was too cautious, it was the kind of unconscious whisper and request.

The heart that had finally been determined to push Xiu Jin away from this world suddenly collapsed at this moment.