cohabitation contract

After returning from the amusement park, Nie Changsheng paid attention to the local miscellaneous newspapers for a while. Fortunately, everything was calm. Except for a report about Lingsheng Group’s investment in calligraphy and painting collection the day before yesterday, which caused outside discussions, there were no ripples. .

Probably the investment in this calligraphy and painting collection was too large, which alarmed the Zhuang family in the far north. People there called frequently to inquire. Zhuang Lingxiao only used eight words to dispel their doubts.

Gold in troubled times, collection in prosperous times.

Zhuang Lingxiao is not an arty person, and he doesn't have much interest in calligraphy and painting. He also practiced calligraphy for a year when he was a child, and he also practiced standard regular script at that time. In addition, he can even draw a simple human body structure diagram It is not standard. When I was in medical school, I was often criticized by Professor Bian.

But as a businessman, his sense of smell is always extremely sensitive. His company has been listed in New York, and has established cooperative relations with many foreigners. Naturally, he has collected information on many collaborators, including many fanatical collectors of Chinese art. , They come and go to the auction house all the year round, and they are especially interested in the artworks of the new era of China, which leads to a sharp rise in the turnover of the auction house, of which calligraphy and painting account for the largest share.

Chinese calligraphy and calligraphy are not necessarily valuable works of art that have a long history!In the calligraphy and painting market, there are often paintings with high artistic achievements, but the authors are unknown.

To be able to see the business opportunities, in addition to having a unique vision, one must also have the courage to explore.

Zhuang Lingxiao has both. Of course, it is a matter of fame and fortune. The elders in the imperial capital are too cautious. Unfortunately, Zhuang Lingxiao has a grumpy temper. Nothing new.

Nie Changsheng felt that it would be a good thing to give these artists an opportunity to show the value of life, and he supported Zhuang Lingxiao's approach from the bottom of his heart, so when Zhuang Lingxiao approached him to beg for sex at night, he blushed slightly, but he didn't shirk, and just darkened the bed The light on the cabinet fulfilled the man's wishes.

Thinking of the unrestrained behavior on the bed, Nie Changsheng was burning all over his body, he shook his head, the documents in his hand could no longer read half a word, he simply put them down, took the medical records, and went to patrol the room.

Accompanying him was a doctor, who was Nie Changsheng's assistant, a little older than Nie Changsheng, but he was modest and did not envy Nie Changsheng's excellence. After major surgery, the timidity in my heart will be magnified, and I dare not take the lead, and I am willing to be Nie Changsheng's deputy.

"The situation is good, and he is recovering well." Nie Changsheng said to the little patient gently while carefully recording the situation.

"Thank you, Dr. Nie..." Xiaofei's face was flushed, and her beating heart almost jumped out of her chest. She was just beginning to love, and she had girlish dreams and dreams about this lifesaver. She longed to see Nie Changsheng from time to time, but was afraid of seeing him Nie Changsheng, now that Nie Changsheng said something to her, half of her face was hidden under the quilt, and she didn't dare to look at Nie Changsheng.

She recovered really well. It took only half a month from being awake to being able to take care of herself. Since she was moved from the intensive care unit to the general ward, her father only came to accompany her at night. Ye, every time at this time, she would fantasize that Nie Changsheng would one day guard her and take care of her like her father. Once this thought was born, she could no longer restrain the crazy spread speed.

"Xiao Fei is really great. She is still studying in the hospital. My daughter is also studying in Primary [-] this year. Her grades are not very good. She always fails in the English test. Hey! I'm so worried..." Although the deputy despises his daughter's study He is not positive, but the smile on the corners of his brows and eyes clearly shows his endless pity and care, which is called his father's expectation and love for the next generation.

When the patrol came out, he unexpectedly ran into Gao Changchuan.

Nie Changsheng glanced at the thermos bottle in Gao Changchuan's hand, nodded to him as if realizing something, and said, "Congratulations."

"Thank you." A happy smile appeared on Gao Changchuan's face, and deep tenderness overflowed from his deep cold pupils, "It's a boy, very healthy." As a new father, as long as he mentions his wife and children, he will not hesitate. Consciously flow the joy from the heart.

Nie Changsheng seemed to sense his state of mind, and asked, "Have you chosen a name?"

"Not yet," Gao Changchuan smiled, "Chuxue is still choosing." In fact, he has already decided on several names, but none of them are perfect enough to be called his own son.

The conversation between the two ended here. When they passed by, Gao Changchuan added another sentence: "He is also very good."

Nie Changsheng nodded, knowing that the "he" in Gao Changchuan's mouth was Ye Junke.

Nie Changsheng certainly knew how happy Ye Junke was. He would make a call to his office landline almost every day at a fixed time, either to show off what he had eaten, or to recommend some movies and dramas for him to watch. The little nurse accompanying him was flirting and cursing, but Nie Changsheng couldn't stand listening any longer, so he put the phone on hold, and he called back right away.

Although Ye Junke was presumptuous, he was very informative. He used different mobile phones to call him every time, and the mobile phone belonged to different places. Nie Changsheng didn't know how many calling cards that guy had, or what methods he used to protect his location from being blocked. Discover.

Brian never gave up looking for him. After Ye Junke escaped, Nie Changsheng clearly noticed a few beams of unclear eyes on him when he entered and exited the apartment. If he wanted to search carefully, he didn't know where to search.

When he mentioned it to Zhuang Lingxiao, Zhuang Lingxiao didn't take it seriously, and asked with a smile: "Can I save a lot of money for secret surveillance?"

Zhuang Lingxiao planted his eyeliner in the hospital. Nie Changsheng knew about it. However, with so many people coming and going in the hospital every day, Nie Changsheng couldn't find out which pair was the one who worked for Zhuang Lingxiao, let alone Zhuang Lingxiao. Maybe more than one person was placed...

Just like today, he talked to Gao Changchuan in the aisle for a while, and when Zhuang Lingxiao picked him up from get off work at his old place in the afternoon, he asked him on the phone: "Haven't you come down so late? Did you go to see your son surnamed Gao?"

"What am I doing now, don't you know better than anyone else?" Nie Changsheng replied coldly, hung up his phone, and subconsciously scanned the surroundings. Everyone performed their duties, except for three or five nurses who were respectful. Other than greeting him casually, no one specifically locked their eyes on him.

After getting into the car, Nie Changsheng realized that there were several scrolls on the back seat, and asked casually, "Who gave it to you?"

"I asked someone for it." Zhuang Lingxiao took one with a smile, unfolded the scroll, and said a little excitedly, "Is this painting not bad? Hanging it in the living room, does it reflect our arrogance?"

With the dim headlights, Nie Changsheng couldn't see where the highlight of "Domineering" was. It was vaguely an ink painting, vaguely a buffalo swimming in the water, showing two familiar horns, and the picture scroll A poem was filled in the blank space, and the handwriting was scrawled. For a while, Nie Changsheng couldn't discern what kind of wishes he entrusted.

"This is a flood dragon that is about to break through the sky!" Zhuang Lingxiao's triumphant voice mercilessly shattered Nie Changsheng's remaining artistic cells.

"Jiao... Flood Dragon?" Nie Changsheng was taken aback, he really didn't see the shape of the Flood Dragon, could it be the Flood Dragon transformed into a cow?

Zhuang Lingxiao couldn't help laughing, his laughter was hearty and deep, like the sound of a flute passing over water waves, melodious and meaningful.

"You lied to me!" Nie Changsheng's face darkened, and he gave him a look. Then he was relieved, and laughed with the guy who teased him. The laughter of the two rippling in the small car, cozy and warm.

With such an obvious picture of a buffalo swimming, Zhuang Lingxiao said something about the dragon, his first reaction was not to refute, but to lie for him from Zhuang Lingxiao's standpoint.

Knowing that Zhuang Lingxiao was referring to "cow" as "dragon", he believed it as if he had been bewitched.

The terminally ill maddened.

Back at the apartment, when Nie Changsheng was still annoyed by his "incurability", there were already several framed pictures hanging on the white wall of the living room.

Xiaobai was obviously also very repulsed by the few picture frames that almost occupied the wall, and kept barking at them.

"Zhuang Lingxiao!" Nie Changsheng looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, his face was as dark as ink, "What the hell are you doing!" If it's just poetry, calligraphy and painting, that's all After all, it was stained with calligraphy and ink, but what was written on the scroll was the "cohabitation contract" that the two of them hadn't negotiated yet. Zhuang Lingxiao rashly made the privately drafted terms into a work of art, and hung them out after framing Miles!

"Brother doesn't like it?" Zhuang Lingxiao was a little surprised, "Why don't you hang it in the bedroom, anyway, brother has a bad memory, what should I do if I look at it from time to time and pretend to have lost my memory?"

Chang Nie was so angry that he couldn't say a word. The words on the frame were the last item Zhuang Lingxiao listed in the cohabitation contract, "Party B must obey all arrangements of Party A and must not disobey."Nie Changsheng remembered that after the discussion between the two, this cohabitation contract, which had been deleted long ago, was framed by Zhuang Lingxiao as a mantra and hung in a conspicuous place. Dazzling, like ants eating the heart.

"Take it off!" Nie Changsheng's face was ashen. He is not a person who advocates solving problems by force, so he didn't swing his clenched fist at Zhuang Lingxiao's face.

Sensing that the person next to the pillow was angry, Zhuang Lingxiao squinted his eyes. Before he could figure out how to relieve the pent-up anger in his heart, Nie Changsheng said again: "The cohabitation contract ends here."

Although he never took this drafted contract seriously, Nie Changsheng unilaterally stopped the contract. Although Zhuang Lingxiao was unwilling, he had achieved his final goal, and he also knew that he had touched his inverse scale today. , and can only do a little low, let Nie Changsheng calm down first, and then make plans.

When going to bed at night, it was no surprise that Nie Changsheng threw Zhuang Lingxiao's pillow and quilt into the guest room and locked the bedroom door behind him, to show that their relationship would come to an end after the contract was terminated.