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"I have seen your works," Yan Zong explained, "the paintings are very good."

Luo Xin nana said: "Which painting are you looking at? I mean... I only sold some works recently, but the paintings are not good."

He was very annoyed. If he had known that Yan Zong would pay attention, he should have devoted himself to painting a good picture, so that he would not make a fool of himself without knowing it. Perhaps Yan Zong had already laughed at it in his heart.

Yan Zong did not answer, but smiled at Jiang Rou sideways: "I may not be qualified to comment on whether it is good or not. Miss Jiang is also an art student, and you have a common language on one point."

Jiang Rou smiled generously: "I studied Western art, and Mr. Luo studied Chinese painting. Although art has no borders, the difference is not small, but I have spent time studying Mr. Luo's works. I look forward to sharing my experience with you.”

Luo Xin couldn't control it, his face suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy. He was delighted that Yan Zong took the initiative to talk to him, but he didn't want to be poured cold water on him immediately, but he forgot that Jiang Rou was Yan Zong's marriage partner. What is it in the midst of it? It's useless to match people up and find something to talk to.

Few of the people present did not know the quarrel between the Yan and Luo families back then. Although it was said that Yan Liuhen acted with Luo's father on the surface, but after so many years of thinking about it carefully, why did Yan Liuhen do this?The real inside story is probably not enough for outsiders.

In addition, Yan Zong was very skillful, so he really couldn't tell if it was true or not. As soon as he sang, he lost his interest in talking with Luo Xin, not to mention that he couldn't intervene in business matters.

After a few words of politeness, they parted ways again. Before leaving, Lu Yu took a deep look at Luo Xin, and followed Yan Zong away with a half-smile. Looking at him talking happily with Jiang Rou, there was a cold look in his eyes.

Nie Heng put down his wine glass, his palms were sweating, and tried to persuade him, "Luo Xin, don't do this."

"What do you want to say again?"

"It is true that Yan Liuhen and Uncle Luo used to be bosom friends, and they cooperated very well in the mall. You followed Yan Zong since you were a child, and he took care of you for more than ten years, but the past is the past. Now you are 24 and he is [-]. Even if there is no After all the messy things, do you still think that he feeds you water and food every day so that you can be so close?"

"I didn't mean that..."

Nie Heng tirelessly persuaded: "Yan Zong's way of dealing with people, let alone you, even those old foxes dare not provoke easily, if he wants to punish you, you will not know how to die."

Luo Xin's lips turned pale, and he asked, "Why did he want to cure me? He won't forget the ten years of lying together and rising together."

Hearing those four words, Nie Heng showed a slightly invisible distorted color on his face, and gritted his teeth: "So you are naive, for people like him, profit is the guide to action, especially now when you encounter this The major projects supported by the government, if you can win and make achievements, you will earn not only money but also reputation. I pray to God and worship Buddha to hope that he will not make a fuss about you in order to achieve his goal, and you are still anxious to get angry Collide."

"Enough." Luo Xin stopped his friend from continuing, "I find that you have demonized him too much. Yan Zong is not such a person, and I know better than you."

"Are you going to talk about those ten years again? Can the 20-year-old Yanzong be the same as now? You..."

"I want to go down alone to get some air, it's too stuffy here." Luo Xin loosened a button of his shirt collar, and his expression suddenly became a little more tired.

Nie Heng opened his mouth, and finally said: "Okay...be careful, and don't stay too long. If the sea breeze blows too much, you will catch a cold easily."

Until Luo Xin's figure disappeared from sight, Nie Heng turned to look at Yan Zong who was always the focus of everyone in the distance, and sneered in his heart: "Yan Zong, I wonder why Ah Xin can't forget you like this, but it doesn't matter, he Confused, I will remember to remind him all the time!"

Luo Xin got on the deck and found that he was not the only one walking around, and there were even many security personnel to prevent the guests from accidentally falling into the sea.

Looking around, he didn't care about him because he was full of affection for the guests, so he walked to a hidden corner, where there was a man in black with his hands behind his back, with an inconspicuous figure and appearance.

Luo Xin didn't mind, walked up to him, stared at the sea and asked softly, "Is everything arranged?"

The man remained motionless, and replied, "Young Master Luo, don't worry, I'm a professional in doing this."

"This yacht will dock tomorrow night. As long as there are no mistakes in all aspects, you will probably have crossed the border by the time anyone discovers that Yan Zong is missing. Do things calmly, and you will be promised."

"Young Master Luo saved me back then, and I didn't do things for you just for money. Out of this kindness, let me say something more. Have you considered how to deal with the aftermath after you do this?"

"If it goes well, someone will naturally deal with the aftermath for me. If the result is not what I want in the end, then there is no need to deal with the aftermath."

The man was silent when he heard the words, Luo Xin took a deep breath and said: "I will find a way to lure him to the dead end of surveillance, remember, we must succeed!"

When Luo Xin returned to the fun scene, he had a different look. Nie Heng was joking with a young woman, and when he saw him coming up, he was about to end the conversation, but he saw him walking straight towards Yan Zong without stopping.

Nie Heng's expression changed suddenly, and he hurriedly apologized to the person, and tried to stop him, but in the end he took a step too late.

Yan Zong looked at Luo Xin, who forcefully interrupted his conversation with Jiang Rou, with a surprised expression.

"Brother Yan," Luo Xin called it that way, seeing that Yan Zong was unable to maintain his indifferent expression as expected, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "We haven't talked properly for a long time, today is a rare opportunity, can we chat alone? "

Yan Zong's expression softened for a moment, but he probably still had scruples about their identities, so he didn't immediately agree.

Luo Xin didn't care about his impoliteness to Jiang Rou at the moment, and insisted: "You have to know, no matter what others are like, I have never changed, just chatting casually, isn't that okay?"

"It's not that..."

"Luoxin!" Nie Heng rushed over, choking Yan Zong's last word in his throat.

Seeing that Yan Zong's indifferent expression returned, Luo Xin turned to Nie Heng and said, "Nie Heng, if you still treat me as a friend, don't interfere today."

His tone was flat, but it was more terrifying than angrily shouting and cursing. Nie Heng was very anxious, but he was already shaken by three points.

But his words and deeds have been heard by many people, and a few of them have slowly approached. Luo Xin was distracted in his busy schedule. It was Yao Wenbing and Lu Yu who came, and there was a man named Fan Yichao also happened to be the bidder for the Qixi mansion project. Maybe they were testing each other's work just now, so they naturally paid close attention to any troubles of the Yanluo family.

Yao Wenbing came up and laughed: "What's so lively?"

Luo Xin was somewhat disgusted by his hypocritical face, and said: "Reminiscing about the past." This means that idlers should not be disturbed.

Yao Wenbing heard it, but he didn't smile: "What's the point of always talking about old sesame seeds and rotten millet?"

"It's better than talking about what's in front of us." The one who spoke was Fan Yichao, who was a little younger than Yao Wenbing at 35, with a shrewd look on his face.

Lu Yu knew it well and was happy to disrupt the situation. He continued, "Old Yao, don't care about the project yourself, just look at other people. Even if you want to discuss business, it's not the turn of Luo Xiaoshao. Or... two Do you intend to borrow the junior to melt the ice?"

Yao Wenbing's heart sank, and he became extremely vigilant. He made up his mind not to let the two of them talk alone, and suggested, "Since we got together, why don't we find a place to sit down and talk."

Luo Xin was about to refuse, but Jiang Rou said, "If you talk about things, then I won't bother you."

Lu Yu kept people away: "What's the meaning of what a group of old men are talking about, and it's not about business, Xiaorou, you can't go."

Seeing that Jiang Rou was worried, Yan Zong gave a suggestion: "How about this, my secretary Yang Jing is downstairs, ask her to sit in the stargazing room on the top floor, do you think it's okay?"

There was no reason for Jiang Rou to disagree, a thin layer of blush appeared on her cheeks, she nodded slightly, as gracefully as a white swan shaking its neck.

Luo Xin's fingers hanging on the side of his legs trembled slightly, and he barely controlled his emotions. He could not refuse, nor could he back down. The only plan now was to wait until the group of people dispersed before making another plan.