Laid-off Judge Reemployment

"Xiao Lu, why is it you?"

The young man who stretched out his long legs and got stuck in the door of the cloakroom lost his power after seeing Lu Pan's face clearly, and walked over bouncingly.

"Oh, Saint... Wan Baylor, my boyfriend and I came to see the auction."

Lu Han stopped holding it when he saw an acquaintance, and bowed his back and nodded to him.

"You look so handsome when you look neat."

Wan Baylor made a gesture and punched him on the shoulder, then looked at Zhang Shu again.

"Hello, hello, hey? You look familiar, do we belong to the same company?"

It turned out that the rumors were true and they were really a couple.Zhang Shu looked at Wan Baylor and Jin Wenling who was not far behind him, they were so dazzling standing together, it overshadowed all the handsome men and women in the hall.

He nodded in greeting, and was about to say something more when Jin Wenling held Wan Baylor's collar in his palm.

"What are you talking about, it's about to start."

"Oh, let's go first, let's have a big waist some other day!"

Wan Baylor was dragged out by Jin Wenling, and she didn't forget to make an appointment with her best friend to have a skewer together.

"Are you okay just now?"

Watching them leave, Lu Han took Zhang Shu's hand.

"It's okay, it's just a misunderstanding."

It turns out that the very young boy just now is Lu Han's gay friend. It's no wonder that the two look about the same age. Today Lu Han dressed up like this, combed his messy hair, and even replaced his glasses with rayban , looks a few years younger than that Wan Baylor.

Zhang Shu found that from the very beginning, Lu Han had been protecting him and putting his arms around his waist.But when he was talking, although he looked at Wan Baylor most of the time, his eyes would involuntarily look at Jin Wenling.Zhang Shu remembered that when he first started working, he read a movie channel's draft about Jin Wenling. Although it was a compliment, he couldn't refute it, "His beauty is unconditional."

He forced himself not to think about it again, and looked at Lu Han.

"How did you introduce me just now?"

"Boyfriend."

Lu Han didn't seem to have the slightest sense of slipping his tongue.

"I wanted to call you...but you have emphasized to me that you are a man before, and I think you might be unhappy."

"..."

Did he treat every word he said as a golden rule?

"Let's go, the auction is about to start."

Lu Han obediently held Zhang Shu's hand and walked into the hall. He didn't know if it was his own illusion. From the angle behind him, he could see Zhang Shu's white neck under the neckline was stained with a little blush.

"Boss, boss!"

Hu Gua was stealing food with Liu Banxian'er on the seat, and when he saw them coming, he greeted them in a low voice.

"Why did you come back? It's about to start."

"The third exhibit was selected and presented by Liulichang Baozhai - an Arhat bed in the collection of Yuanyuan Temple made in the Ming Dynasty, and the cultural relics management record number is..."

"It's started." Zhang Shu said.

Turning his head to look, the sign in Lu Han's hand has been stuck in the gap of the couch seat in the front row.

"Stand to the end, don't worry."

He took his hand under the seat.

The Luohan bed was finally sold at a price of 200 million yuan, and it was in the hands of Zhang Shu as he wished.

Lu Han is not interested in commissions at all now, he just wants to move the bed home quickly and enjoy a more spacious sleep.

"Zhang Shu?"

Lu Han was still lying on his bed, and when he turned his head, he saw Zhang Shu frowning, as if he was not so relieved and happy because he finally bought something his mother liked.

"What's wrong, what are you thinking?"

"What do you think of Jin Wenling?"

Zhang Shu seemed to be still immersed in the thoughts just now, and asked casually, and regretted it as soon as the words came out of his lips.

"How about what?"

Lu Han was a little confused. Seeing that the auction on the stage was still in full swing, he had to bow his body and lower his head, talking to Zhang Shu in a low voice.

"He's the guy."

"Oh... It's also the first time I've seen him. I heard from Wan Baylor that he has a cold temper, but he's not a bad person."

"Isn't he handsome?"

"Yes."

Lu Han said without any concealment.

"Didn't you say before that you look a little like the film star of your company? I took a closer look today and it doesn't seem to be very similar. Do you want Dongzao?"

As if doing a magic trick, Lu Han took out a winter jujube from his pocket and shook it in front of Zhang Shu's eyes.

That's why he's looking at him.

Zhang Shu was never presumptuous in public places, but today he made an exception and hid behind Hu Gua and Liu Banxian'er in the front row, lowered his body and took the jujube in Lu Han's palm.

His lips were soft and hot, and when they touched Lu Han's palm, he recalled many details.

"Zhang Shu."

Lu Han's voice was a little lower, and he called his name softly.

"Let's leave early, I want to kiss you, okay?"

"..."

"Congratulations to Mr. 360 No. [-]!"

The auctioneer's excited and high-pitched tone broke the ambiguous atmosphere, and Zhang Shu was the first to react.

"Lu Han, your sign has not been put down!"

"Ah? Ah..."

"Okay, you lit the sky lantern."

Zhang Shu took a rough look at the exhibit that Lu Han accidentally photographed, and it turned out to be a statue of Huanxi Buddha. Although the workmanship is exquisite and the appearance is intact, it is not likely to fetch such a high price. This does not rule out that it was an internal invitation from the auction. Seeing that they have been insisting on raising their cards, they continue to compete with them and drive up the price, but until now they have no reason to do so, so they can only suffer from this dumb loss.

"Hey, blame me, blame me."

Lu Han didn't care much, and casually pulled out the sign stuck on the back of the cucumber.

"It's too expensive, please apply for reconsideration."

"Need not."

Lu Han glanced at the Huanxi Buddha statue on the table, blushing a little.

"This one is pretty good."

He whispered in Zhang Shu's ear.

"When we got married in our hometown, the elders gave this."

……

According to the regulations, the goods auctioned at the auction cannot be delivered to the buyer immediately, especially the exhibits that have submitted materials to the cultural relics protection management office and obtained the cultural relics number.

However, because Lu Han is also a member of the industry and has a good relationship with the manager of Rongbaozhai, the procedure was appropriately simplified, and the two items were returned to Lu Han on the day of the transaction.

"Is it okay to put it here?"

After directing Hu Gua and Liu Banxian'er to move the furniture in Zhang Shu's house almost completely, Lu Han finally found a more satisfactory position, in fact, it just replaced the sofa bed where he used to live.

"Okay, watching TV is also convenient."

Zhang Shu is not a home-oriented man, and he doesn't care too much about the furnishings in the room, as long as it is practical. In a sense, it is a bit similar to his taste in choosing a partner, but he didn't discover this economical thing at the time. Applicable men are still a potential stock.

"Come on, you young couple, please inspect the goods slowly, and don't damage such a good old thing."

Liu Banxian'er had a smirk on her face, and placed the Buddha of Huanxi, which was taken from the oolong, on the wide backrest at the head of Arhat's bed, which was very stable.

"Hugua, let's leave too."

"okay."

"Our mother told you to come to my house for a meal, and it's already ready."

"..., Boss, save me!"

Hu Gua hugged Lu Han's thigh, he pulled it off his body, and handed it to Liu Banxian'er.

"Brother Liu, thank you for today, see you later."

Ignoring the howling of the little fox, Lu Han directly invited the two men in black out.

"Don't you think Hugua is unwilling?"

Zhang Shu asked casually while taking off his suit jacket.

"If he is really unwilling, brother Liu is not his opponent at all."

Lu Han caught the clothes that Zhang Shu took off with great eyesight, and hung them in the cloakroom outside on a hanger with wide shoulders.

"Ugh……"

Zhang Shu casually sat down on the Arhat bed, and stretched out his hands to caress the delicate carvings on the backboard.

This bed was lost overseas many years ago. My mother has always wanted to redeem it, but she always failed to do so. Until the foreign businessman who specialized in collecting Chinese Ming and Qing furniture passed away, no one in his family was interested in these objects. When I became interested, things flowed to the country in large quantities again, but I didn't expect that they would end up in Baozhai.

"What are you thinking? I boiled pear juice, let's moisten it. The hot wind from the auction is too strong, I'm afraid your skin won't be able to stand it."

Lu Han didn't show his face for a long time, so he went to the waiter to get something for him to eat.

Zhang Shu took the glass on the tray, and Lu Han thoughtfully inserted a slice of carved lemon on it, paired with the refreshing pear juice, it was sour and sweet and delicious.It is already difficult for him to refuse the extra meal at night, and his life has gradually changed from monotonous to colorful.

"By the way, didn't you say that you were very interested in the flying scroll yesterday? I didn't see you bidding today." Lu Han asked casually while drinking pear juice, sucking the straw unscrupulously, making a sucking sound.

"It's too much money to spend tonight, forget it, it's not something that is inevitable."

Although Zhang Shu didn't care about money issues, he didn't like the feeling of relying on Lu Han blindly.

"You looked at the wall behind the bed just now, were you thinking, if you also bought that painting and hung it on the bedside, it must look good together."

"..."

"I think so too."

Lu Han stood up, walked behind the Arhat bed, put his hands on the white wall, and narrowed his eyes.

His fingers have become more slender, and the ink and ink of the painting is scattered from the fingertips. The sunset, the stars, the sea, the rain and the wind, flow on the snow-white wall, forming a dynamic picture scroll.

His fingers curled slightly, changing the lines, outlining the woman's gentle and graceful figure, Rongyao Qiuju, Huamao Chunsong.Fei Tian bounced the pipa, flew out from his fingertips, and was frozen in the center of the scroll. At this moment, the whole picture froze.

"I don't know if I remember it right, it's a graffiti, I'm laughing at it."

Lu Han turned around and looked at Zhang Shu gently.