Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

When the sports car got off the highway, Ye Kong took out his drawing board and colored pencils.

When the sports car drove into the downtown area, her hands never stopped painting. She didn't care at all that the occasional bumps and shakes would cause the lines to suddenly become crooked.

It seems that the purpose of painting is not to complete the picture, but just to process the painting process.

The sound of horns coming and going in the city, the bustling flow of people, and even the arrogant friction sound of sports cars braking, all seemed to be outside her world.

She was just painting what was already fixed in her mind and felt nothing else.

Zhou Song opened the door first and got out of the car. While stretching his body, he said to Tu Wan who was coming in front of him, "I haven't driven for such a long time. It's just hard work. I should have brought a driver earlier."

Tu Wan's mental management was quite good, she was as calm as if she was not a driver.

Glancing back, she asked, "Why haven't Ye Kong and Lin Xinzhou come down yet?"

"Yes." Zhou Song reacted, "Oh, Ye Kong seems to be drawing. I'll go remind him."

"and many more."

Tu Wan stopped him and walked a few steps to the window of the Lamborghini.

Through the open window, she could easily see the drawing board that Ye Kong had placed on his legs, as well as the mostly completed sketch on the drawing paper.

Ye Kong was unaware of her arrival.

The luxurious and dazzling lights of the five-star hotel behind her shone directly down from above, into the car window, illuminating her pen and paper.

But the girl's profile looked cold and lonely in the light, making the streets of this bustling city look like a silent ancient temple in the mountains in black and white.

Tu Wan stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around and made a gesture to silence Zhou Song and Qu Wu who were talking loudly and were about to come over.

She walked over silently: "She is painting, let's go check in first, and then find a good restaurant."

Qu Wu quietly came to the window and took a look. She looked at Tu Wan with some displeasure and vigilance, and said in a rather unwilling tone: "Eleven will not be affected by the noise at all. She doesn't mind being interrupted while painting."

Tu Wan spread her hands elegantly: "Then go and interrupt her."

Qu Wu shut up again. His eyes above the mask swept coldly over Tu Wan's face, and he simply turned to ask Zhou Song: "Where's Lin Xinzhou? Why doesn't she come down?"

"...She fell asleep." Zhou Song had an indescribable expression.

"Then you guys go check in. I'll stay here and watch over Eleven."

Qu Wu handed over his and Ye Kong's ID cards, then turned around and sat down on the hood of the Lamborghini.

The other people walked towards the hotel gate while talking.

·

When Ye Kong realized that he and Lin Xinzhou were the only ones left in the car, he was not nervous at all.

She opened the car door and got out. She shook her aching wrist and stretched her stiff body. Before she put her hand down, she heard a calm question: "Can you sell it to me?"

When she turned her head, she saw Tu Wan sitting on the front cover.

I don't know how long she has been sitting here. Now she is hanging her long legs and smiling at me in the neon lights: "Can you sell me the masterpiece you just finished?"

Following the direction her eyes indicated, Ye Kong glanced at the drawing paper in his hand.

In fact, from her own perspective, this painting was quite sloppy.

"Sell?" Ye Kong looked at Tu Wan again.

Tu Wan nodded: "You can make an offer."

Ye Kong thought for a moment: "Five hundred thousand?"

"can."

Ye Kong: ...

She gave Tu Wan a strange look, as if she was looking at a fool with a lot of money.

"Okay."

Just like before at the racecourse, Ye Kong handed over his work nonchalantly.

Tu Wan took it, and when she lowered her head to look at the painting, the shadow obscured her eyes, which sparkled for a moment.

Ye Kong stood beside her and looked up at the tall building in front of him: "Is this the hotel we are going to stay in?"

"Yeah." Tu Wan slowly put the painting into the file bag he had just gotten from the hotel, and then said, "They are going to look for food nearby now. They will call us when they are sure."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tu Wan's cell phone rang.

The two of them quickly woke up Lin Xinzhou, who was sleeping like a pig, and walked into the strange and noisy crowd together.

·

Unexpectedly, what Zhou Song and his friends found was not some high-end private restaurant serving dishes exclusively to the nobility, but a street food stall where one had to queue up.

The tables are arranged so closely that people have to turn sideways to walk among them.

The noisy voices were mixed with the aroma of barbecue and the cold smell of beer.

When Ye Kong and the others arrived, Zhou Song had already started playing games with several men and women at the next table.

In such a crowded and noisy place where even talking requires shouting, no one cares about the watches sticking out from under their sleeves and the limited edition signatures on their shoes.

When Ye Kong sat down in the corner, he could just see the sparks and white smoke rising from the barbecue stall outside through the transparent tent.

Several second-generation people at the table who rarely experienced this kind of atmosphere were quite surprised. Even Xu Yang temporarily put down his phone, looking around and staring at Zhou Song and others playing games.

Only Qu Wu leaned close to Ye Kong's ear and whispered, "What a bunch of rich second-generations who have never seen the world. Look at Zhou Song, he was so excited that he drank two bottles of wine and still thought he was good friends with them. What a fool."

Ye Kong doesn't care about these.

In fact, she hasn't felt this kind of atmosphere for a long time.

When the food and drinks arrived, Ye Kong directly picked up two bottles of beer and placed them in front of him.

Qu Wu was stunned by this action: "You want to drink?"

"no?"

"Okay," Qu Wu smiled, "I'll drink with you."

She picked up two bottles for herself and unscrewed the caps with a bottle opener:

With a hissing sound——

Bubbles rose, and in the autumn night in a strange city, the glass bottles collided with each other, making crisp and pleasant tinkling sounds.

·

The dinner took a full three hours.

When we left the food stalls, the streets became much quieter.

After passing the most prosperous area and passing the corner of a residential building, there were only empty street lights on the road ahead.

Zhou Song, who had been drunk by his drinking buddies at the next table, clung to Wei Zhiyu's shoulders and walked stumblingly and drowsily.

Ye Kong, who had drunk two bottles of wine, was very sober. He fell back and looked at the surrounding buildings unconsciously.

I don’t know how long I walked, but when I was almost at the hotel, a drunken sigh suddenly rang out.

"Sometimes, I really think..." Zhou Song turned his head and looked at a small shop on the roadside. Behind the glass door, a little boy was sitting in front of a game console, playing games crazily, while his father was standing behind him, staring at him without blinking.

“Born in an ordinary family, not too poor, not too rich – wouldn’t happiness come more easily?”

Ye Kong turned her head and took a look, and after a moment she sneered very lightly.

Seeing this, Tu Wan leaned close to her ear and whispered, "His parents are urging him to take over the company recently, asking him to choose between work and marriage. He doesn't want to choose either one, and he's getting annoyed."

Upon hearing this, Ye Kong sneered even louder.

The next moment she suddenly thought of something and poked Qu Wu, who was also a little drunk, and said, "Come and take a picture for me."

Qu Wu looked at her in confusion.

Ye Kong frowned and said, "Didn't you ask me to take the photo and post it on WeChat Moments?"

"Right!" Qu Wu suddenly remembered and immediately became more energetic. "Post 10,000 Moments of people eating, drinking and having fun! It will piss me off to death!"

"I brought a camera with me, but unfortunately I left it at the hotel. I'll take it out and use it tomorrow."

As he said this, Qu Wu felt worried for a while as he looked at the deserted street with few people around.

Finally, she poked Zhou Song, who was drunk in front of her, and said, "Master Zhou, can you help me?"

"what?"

“Please go crazy—” She pointed to the deserted road ahead, “So I can take a video to commemorate our artistic journey.”