No divorce! Mr. Lu knelt down and coaxed him every night.

Secretary Jin leaned over and said, "What's wrong, Mr. Qiao?"

Qiao Shiyan handed the document to her: "Diplomacy has reached a cooperation with New York. Van Gogh's "Starry Night" will be exhibited in City B for a week. Because it is for commercial purposes, Qiao Group is arranged to be responsible for the security this time."

After saying that, he lowered his head and lit the cigarette.

Secretary Jin was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Qiao, you just said you don't smoke at home."

Qiao Shiyan's eyes were deep: "Special circumstances!"

He added: "To get back to the subject, Shen Ci must have brought this whole thing to me. When the time comes, Van Gogh's paintings will disappear or be damaged... He will use this excuse to pursue the Qiao family. A special task force will also be formed to station in the Qiao Group, just like last time."

Secretary Jin was a little nervous: "Then Qiao always wants to refuse?"

Qiao Shiyan lightly clasped the documents: "They are all stamped with red stamps, how can I refuse? This old guy has put in a lot of effort! Secretary Jin, let me think about how to do it... If it doesn't work, I will do it myself, 24/ Watched for hours.”

The study door was lightly knocked.

Meng Yan walked in and put the coffee on the desk.

Qiao Shiyan didn't want her to worry, so he took a sip of coffee and said with a smile, "It's different when Mrs. Qiao cooks it herself. It smells particularly fragrant."

Secretary Jin pursed his lips and smiled.

Meng Yan walked to the sofa and sat down. She flipped through a book and said, "Actually, Zhang's mother cooked it. I will tell her later that my husband praised her and she will definitely cook it for you every day."

Qiao Shiyan:......

Meng Yan leaned on the sofa and lowered her eyes: "Just now you mentioned Van Gogh's paintings. If you really can't evade it, just agree! I can guarantee that the paintings will be flawless and that the Qiao Group will be safe... and I can ruthlessly destroy them." That man is an army.”

Qiao Shiyan's eyes lit up.

He came over and sat down next to Meng Yan, with admiration in his eyes: "Tell me, why is it so foolproof!"

Meng Yan asked lightly: "How many days until the painting arrives?"

Qiao Shiyan replied: "Three days."

Meng Yan lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said firmly: "That should be in time."

What's too late?

Qiao Shiyan looked confused, while Meng Yan smiled and said nothing.

That afternoon, she left her two children in the care of Zhang Ma and went to the studio on the third floor to retreat... The studio door was locked, and not even Qiao Shiyan could enter.

Qiao Shiyan guessed that he couldn't help but be agitated——

Although he and Meng Yan have not remarried, they can still be said to be a husband and wife who are united and powerful!

She is in retreat on the third floor.

He was busy with handover matters and taking care of a pair of children. In the dead of night, when the two children were asleep, he was doing business in the study, and he was in a state of ecstasy.

The study door was gently opened.

Little Qiao Huan was wrapped in Winnie the Pooh's little blanket and ran in with her bare feet. As soon as she came in, she threw herself into her father's arms and hugged her father's waist with her two little arms. "The baby misses her mother."

Qiao Shiyan coaxed gently: "Mom will be back in three days."

Xiao Qiao Huan's dark eyes were slightly wet.

When she was young, she was forced to separate from Meng Yan, and she felt somewhat shadowy in her heart.

Qiao Shiyan felt sorry for her, so as a father, he picked up the little one with a small blanket, and held her little bare feet in his big hand. He held the little one and shuttled through the long aisle, in the gorgeous In the stairwell, he spoke to her in a soft and gentle voice: "Dad takes the baby to see the mother, but the baby can't disturb the mother... okay?"

Xiao Qiao Huan kissed him directly.

On the third floor, at the entrance of the studio.

Qiao Shiyan opened the door a little, letting Xiao Qiao Huan take a look. The warm yellow light poured out from the studio. Meng Yan was still painting late at night. She didn't wear expensive clothes, but wore a simple sarong... jet black Her long hair was braided into a fishbone braid and hung down on her chest.

The way she concentrated was so beautiful.

Xiao Qiao was obviously watching happily, but it was Qiao Shiyan who was staring blankly at the moment. He stood outside the door late at night, quietly looking at her beautiful appearance. He never felt for a moment...she was his wife.

And he was honored by her.

The night wind came through the window and ruffled his black hair. He was afraid that Xiao Qiao would catch a cold, so he hugged the child and left first.

He was doing business, and little Qiao Huan was lying on his lap like a kitten.

Obedient.

It was like, every night in those four years, in those nights when they depended on each other, Xiao Qiao Huan had become his destiny...

……

Early morning three days later.

At eight o'clock sharp, Qiao Shiyan opened the studio door, the light was still on.

Meng Yan painted all night.

She turned her head and saw him coming in, smiled slightly, and opened the canvas on the easel... What caught Qiao Shiyan's eyes was the painting "Van Gogh" by Van Gogh. If you are not an expert, it may be inaccurate.

When Qiao Shiyan was young, he also studied painting.

A little bit of knowledge.

He gently stroked the painting, carefully admiring the tones and brushstrokes...it was really amazing!

Meng Yan smiled: "It's seven minutes to mount it! Once it's mounted, it's done."

Qiao Shiyan held the painting. He looked at Meng Yan with clear eyes. Finally, he leaned forward and kissed her lips. His voice was so low that he said, "When this is over, I will thank you."

Meng Yan also knew that his gratitude was about the things on the bed.

She went to wash her hands, and a voice came from the bathroom: "Fortunately, it is for commercial use, so ordinary people still can't see it... Take the painting over and do your business, be careful."

Qiao Shiyan chased after him,

He leaned against the door of the bathroom, his expression in high spirits: "You have worked hard for three days and three nights, and I will spend three days and three nights to thank you later."

Meng Yan raised her eyes and met his eyes in the mirror.

His eyes were filled with the tenderness of a man.

……

At 10 a.m., Qiao Shiyan personally took over "Starry Sky".

Van Gogh's masterpiece hangs in the most eye-catching place of the city art gallery. Every day, people come to visit it, and it receives tens of thousands of visitors...

No one knows that this "Starry Night" is a fake.

Even if it's a fake,

Qiao Shiyan was still on guard 24 hours a day, not daring to make any mistake.

A black RV was parked in front of the art museum. The car window was halfway down, revealing Mr. Shen's face that was engraved with the traces of time. He looked at Qiao Shiyan smoking in front of the door and sneered: "Mr. Qiao is really trying his best!"

Qiao Shiyan held the end of the cigarette and moved his neck.

"There is something wrong with the painting, and Qiao cannot afford to suffer!"

Mr. Shen smiled deeply.

At this moment, a burst of black smoke came out of the art gallery, and someone shouted in panic: "Oh no! Van Gogh's "Starry Night" was burned..."

Qiao Shiyan threw away the cigarette butt and ran inside.

Mr. Shen straightened his clothes and quietly told Secretary Xu in the front row: "Go back to the office and prepare to hold a meeting immediately to arrange for the task force to enter the Qiao Group."

Secretary Xu was surprised: "Mr. Shen, are you too impatient?"

The fire has just started to burn!