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Fairy. "

Zhou Wenxin's eyes turned red again. To cover up, she stepped forward and hugged her son, sighing, "It's better to be a son."

Su Qinyu stroked her back and comforted her, "My dad is also fine."

"What a fart, he doesn't stay at home all year round, and he doesn't even know that his son almost went astray."

Speaking of not staying at home all year round, it seems that Zhou Wenxin didn't give up too much. Before Su Qinyu crossed over, her original body was extremely rebellious because her parents were often not around, and Zhou Wenxin once regretted not spending time with her son.

Later, Yuanbeng entered the entertainment circle out of curiosity, but he still had contacts with people in the society. When Su Qinyu passed through, he was beaten to the point of death and lay on the hospital bed. At that time, the doctors said that he could wake up, so The miracle of medicine.

After the son woke up, Zhou Wenxin and Su Xiang spent more time on him, but what they didn't know was that the core had been changed.

"Archaeologist, you are awesome. If I had studied hard back then, I would have gone into archaeology."

"Fuck you," Zhou Wenxin patted him, "It's bitter and tiring, and I don't earn as much as I do."

"That's right, our old fairy is a great artist," Su Qinyu coaxed his mother, "Tell me, how much did you earn yesterday?"

With a few words, Zhou Wen calmed down the melancholy just now, and stretched out his hand to gesture a finger: "Except for the 500 million you cut off for your friend, it's about that number."

Although he didn't make as much money from a concert as him, Su Qinyu still opened her mouth cooperatively.

"That custom-made painting was ordered by Xiaojing a year ago." Zhou Wenxin pointed to the painting on the easel. It is a bust of a woman without expensive jewelry, but her temperament is very graceful and generous. Zhou Wenxin's oil painting is realistic and can be seen The eyebrows are somewhat similar to Jing Chengyun.

"I don't know who this person is?" Su Qinyu wanted to say something.

Zhou Wenxin looked at him again: "Aren't you familiar with people? Ask him yourself."

Su Qinyu really wanted to say that they didn't know each other very well, but once he said it, his behavior at the beginning seemed very unwise.

"Just right," Zhou Wenxin said again, "Manpower is tight today, so you can run an errand for me and send the painting to Xiaojing."

After the painting was carefully inspected, the inner and outer layers were wrapped properly, and finally wrapped with a layer of plastic film before being put into the trunk. Su Qinyu set off in a cool purple-black Porsche.

The streets were crowded on a Saturday afternoon, and his supercar stood out.

Since leaving the office building, there has been a light yellow van following unhurriedly.

Bastards are everywhere.

In the late summer afternoon, it was still raining.

Although Su Qinyu had the experience of throwing away illegitimate students many times, it is not uncommon in the entertainment industry to be chased by illegitimate students on heavy rainy days and then have car accidents. What's more, there is a painting in the back box that cannot withstand collisions, so he dare not speed up hastily.

The place of delivery is Zitanyuan in Jincheng, which is not too far away, but if an illegitimate student secretly photographs him and Jing Chengyun together, I don't know how to add fuel to it.

He is a supercar, and the other is a van. They combined the left and right, and drove on the highway.

At first the van was chasing after him, but then it gradually lost its strength, and the bastard got rid of it, but the yellow light on the screen showing that the fuel level was low flashed.

And the service area just passed by...

The distance, fuel volume, and speed per hour are quickly calculated in the head, which can support the high speed.

After a lap from the expressway, he finally arrived at the urban area. At this time, the car ran out of gas. His car was too conspicuous. If he stopped and waited for someone to come, he would definitely be spotted by the van.

Quickly picked up the painting, ran to the bus station in the rain, stepped on a puddle on the way and fell, turning his white T and AJ several thousand in size into gray-brown in an instant. The painting above his head is unharmed.

When I got on the bus, I was wet and dirty, and the people on the bus couldn't help but stay away when they saw him.

After several twists and turns, I finally arrived at the nearest bus stop in Zitanyuan. I ran to the gate, but the security guard refused to let me in. I left my ID number, phone number, and took a photo before I finally entered.

It is very easy for others to deliver a courier, but for him to deliver a courier, it can be described as "fateful".

After ringing the doorbell, half a minute later, Jing Chengyun, who was dressed at home, opened the door.

He was obviously taken aback.

The person on the opposite side was drenched all over, and the rain from the sideburns flowed down the left and right cheeks, all the way to the chin, forming a V shape, dripping on the thin chest, revealing the fair complexion inside.The hair, eyelids, and eyebrows were all covered with mud, and the right arm was dripping with blood, mixed with the rain, and slid down to the fingertips tightly protecting the painting.

Very embarrassed.

For no reason, it reminded him of the cat at home, and it happened to rain on the day he picked it up.

"Mr. Jing." Su Qinyu called him.

Jing Chengyun came back to his senses, looked into his eyes, and listened to his speech.

Su Qinyu avoided the other party's sight, touched his nose, and said embarrassedly: "Can I come in and wash my face?"

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By coincidence, Jing Chengyun opened the door a little bit, and Su Qinyu immediately took off her shoes and socks, and squeezed in through the extra gap, not forgetting to say thank you.

Looking at the long row of footprints, Jing Chengyun regretted it at that time.

The living room is very large, about 200 square meters by visual inspection. In order not to mess up the clean and smooth floor, Su Qinyu chose to ask: "Mr. Jing, where is your bathroom?"

Jing Chengyun took the painting into the door and pointed to the right corner of the living room.

Su Qinyu went into the bathroom, she didn't know if she didn't look, she was startled when she saw it, no wonder no one recognized her on the bus.

Hey...he is such a miserable man.

He cheated Zhou Wen's heart by 500 million, so it should be cleared up now.

I put water on my face and washed off the mud stains on my face. It was clean and comfortable. When I was about to wipe my face, I realized that I was not the owner of that row of towels, and it was not polite to use them indiscriminately.

He poked his head out of the toilet and asked Jing Chengyun, "Do you have extra towels at home?"

The down-and-out people speak in a soft voice, with humble and respectful eyes, unlike that arrogant top class.

"Have you ever used the locker?" Jing Chengyun said.

Su Qinyu smiled at him quickly, took out a towel and wiped his face clean, and with a dry towel, he washed his hair again with clean water, but his body was dirty everywhere. When he opened the locker just now, he found that there was still water under the towel. There are unopened bathrobes.

Maybe take a shower and go back.

So he poked his head out and asked, "Mr. Jing, I see there are still unused bathrobes, can I take a bath?"

Jing Chengyun was arranging the paintings when he heard this and stopped.

Knowing that there are too many demands, Su Qinyu hurriedly made up for it: "I bought the exact same towels and bathrobes and returned them to you later, can't I? If not... I'll give you a gift as a thank you, okay?"

She pursed her mouth and looked pitiful.

Acting like a baby to him for the second time, Jing Chengyun thought.

"what ever."

The voice was indifferent, but Su Qinyu didn't forget to press ahead: "Then can I use the shampoo and body wash? Just use a little, I'll save it."

Another two words: "As you wish."

Turning his head to continue to organize the paintings, the yellow and white cat rubbed against his feet, Jing Chengyun freed his hand to scratch its chin, the yellow cat "meowed" comfortably, and stretched out its tongue to lick his fingers.

"You are also quite good at acting like a baby."

Uncommonly, there was a trace of tenderness on that unsmiling face.

In the bathroom, Su Qinyu washed her hair comfortably, took a shower, used Jing Chengyun's shampoo and shower gel, wrapped her in his bathrobe, and left the bathroom barefoot.

The person is comfortable, but he cannot stay here, what should he do?

What else can I do?Zhu He has been asked to deal with the sports car, so Ms. Zhou can only pick it up.

I took out the phone from the dirty clothes, poked the screen a few times, but there was no response, and a few drops of water flowed out of the charging port.

Well, I asked Jing Chengyun for help again.

Walking barefoot without sound, Jing Chengyun was dismantling the painting until only the innermost piece of plastic film was left, wiped off a few drops of water stains on the outside, and put it on the storage table, only to realize that there was someone more around him when he turned around.

"It's finished." He said casually, passed Su Qinyu, and went to the bar to pour water.

The tone of the voice did not rise, it was not a question, but the subtext seemed to say-please leave after washing.

No matter how indifferent the other party was, at this moment Su Qinyu could only put down her figure, and said cheekily: "Well, Mr. Jing, can you lend me a call?"

Jing Chengyun raised his eyes, Su Qinyu was shaking the mobile phone in his hand, and said miserably, "Fortunately, it can still be used when taking the bus, otherwise I would have to hang it there."

He forced a smile, adding a bit of flattery to his expression.

Jing Chengyun picked up the phone next to him, unlocked it with facial recognition, slid to the "dial pad" and handed it to Su Qinyu.

It's refreshing.

Su Qinyu said thank you, and brought it over with a smile, but within a few seconds, he couldn't smile anymore.

It's not that he didn't memorize Zhou Wenxin's phone number, but that their home is kinqingwang, a number like 66X.

He coughed a few times, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Jing, Ms. Zhou...Professor Zhou Wenxin, do you know her number?"

Jing Chengyun really saved it, he didn't care to press him again, found Zhou Wenxin's number, and passed it back to Su Qinyu.

After connecting, Zhou Wenxin said "Xiaojing" very kindly.

Su Qinyu could imagine Zhou Wenxin's crow's feet like a fan, walked away a few steps, and lowered her voice: "Ms. Zhou, it's me."

"How do you use Xiaojing's mobile phone? It's out of battery?"

"Yes...and no," Su Qinyu said shortly, "My car is out of gas, you come and pick me up."

There is a lot of finishing work after the exhibition, Zhou Wenxin said perfunctorily: "Aren't you very familiar with Xiaojing? Let him send you off."

He really doesn't know Jing Chengyun well, but Su Qinyu can only continue to pretend solemnly: "I don't want to trouble others, it's not good."

"But I'm very busy now." Zhou Wenxin's commanding voice came from the receiver, "Okay, let's let Xiaojing see you off.