Three smiles

Putting the ringing mobile phone into his pocket, Wang Sanxiao walked out of the house calmly leaning on a cane. When General Xiong drove up to him, the mobile phone rang for the third time.

Sitting in the car, Wang Sanxiao answered the phone: "Hello? Mr. Wei, what's the matter?"

"Where are you?" Wei Cong went straight to the point.

Wang Sanxiao lazily peeled a pistachio and threw it into his mouth, and said with a faint smile: "The Nanhong pendant has been traded, why, Mr. Wei has other business with Mr. Wang?"

Wei Cong choked for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Your injuries are not fully healed yet, why rush to leave the hospital?"

"It's the end of the year, and there are many things to do," Wang Sanxiao said perfunctorily. Everyone knows that the antique shop will not open for three years and open for three years. Let you, Wang Sanxiao, drag your injured leg and run around?

Wei Cong naturally heard the perfunctory in his voice, and was not annoyed. Instead, he seemed to really believe it, and smiled softly: "I know you are a busy person, and I just got discharged from the hospital, why don't you find a time to celebrate with each other?"

Wang Sanxiao didn't know what to say for a while, the two had been practicing Tai Chi in the cloudy mountains and mist before, no matter whether they pursued or refused, it was like looking at the flowers in the fog, neither pain nor itch, not clear, but now this layer of embarrassment The fog was dispelled by him with a splash, and the two hearts suddenly had nothing to hide, one was full of blood, and the other was full of scars.

Wang San was stunned for a few seconds with a smile, and said softly: "Thank you, Mr. Wei for your kindness, but... Mr. Wei takes care of everything every day, so I won't bother you."

"You... well," Wei Cong sighed, and asked cautiously, "Sanxiao, are you not in Beijing?"

Wang Sanxiao, this person has always been false and honest, but he just snorted lightly when he heard the words: "Huh?"

Wei Cong smiled wryly: "You also know that I don't know how to appreciate it. When I got the Nanhong pendant, I just thought it was exquisite and beautiful. I wanted to explain it to you, but in vain, the hotel said you had already checked out."

"Oh, yes, I'm back," Wang San smiled perfunctorily, but cursed secretly in his heart: Well, Wei Laoqi, you want to go to the hotel to block me when I'm discharged from the hospital?The grandson is so old, how can he have so much energy to be romantic all day long?

Grandson... Your grandson is so old, I'm still single...

The heartache that had tormented him all night came to his mind again, and Wang Sanxiao suddenly said with evil intentions: "I have returned the hotel, and I still have the last commission to deliver in Beijing, so I will go back to Nanjing."

"The last touch? Then mine...don't I still have my painting, Mu Xixi doesn't want it anymore?"

Wang San smiled lightly and said: "Xixi is a child's heart. If he hits a wall with you, he doesn't want it anymore. He is also lucky. When I turned around, I came across a very good Song painting. I asked him Come to trade in the afternoon."

Wei Cong was obviously stunned for a moment: "Mu Xixi..."

"What happened to him?" Wang San asked curiously with a smile.

"It's nothing," Wei Cong said indifferently, "If you put it that way, he really has the heart of a child..."

Wang San smiled darkly on the phone: "Is there anything else Mr. Wei has to do?"

"..."

"Since it's gone, so be it," Wang San laughed with a clear voice, "I won't delay Mr. Wei's time, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Wang San smiled with a smile on his lips. He unconsciously rubbed a pistachio, and looked indifferently at the tall buildings outside the window.

Xiong Er turned around from the front seat: "Third Young Master, why do you always lie to Mr. Wei? You have been in Nanjing for several hours, and you still say you are in Beijing."

Wang San glanced at him with a smile, rubbed open the pistachios with his fingers, threw the nuts into his mouth, and said with a sinister smile: "After being walked by him for so long, I'll walk him again, can't I?"

Nanjing has always been ridiculed as Huijing, and it is indeed a little too close to Anhui. It took less than three hours to drive, Xiong Da turned the steering wheel, got off the expressway, and went straight to the county seat.

The end of the new year is approaching, and the weather is surprisingly cold. Wang Sanxiao is a passionate and playful person. A few days ago in Beijing, relying on the heating everywhere, he didn’t even wear a sweater. When he arrived in Anhui, he was frozen like a quail. They were all buttoned up, their ears were red from the cold, and they wished they could tuck their heads into their necks. A local woman passed by on a tricycle. Wang Sanxiao stared at her turban in a daze: "Xiong Da, let's do it too." As long as you look at it, it will keep you warm."

"..." Xiong Dagang's face was full of refusal.

"Oh, these ears are so cold..." Xiong Er touched the tip of his ear, "It's so cold that it's almost freezing, you two go shopping first, I'll go buy some earbuds."

Ten minutes later, Xiong Er came back with a big fluffy gray rabbit fur earmuff on his head, and two more in his hand, the black one was thrown to the eldest brother, and the white one was put on Wang Sanxiao's head.

"Fuck!" Wang San smiled and pulled off the earmuffs, looking at the vivid fox ears on the headband, the corners of his mouth twitched, "Your uncle, what the hell is this!"

"Don't be disgusted, there are only a few styles left in the jumping off the building sale. I bought two and got one free for a long time, so I can wear whatever I want," Xiong Er fondly touched the top of his big head bunny ears, seriously.

Wang San laughed seriously and said: "No, if I were a rough old man like you, I wouldn't pick it, but I'm too stunning to be gorgeous, and I'd look like a walking vixen when I put it on."

"Who's a vixen looks like you, that scholar shouldn't be scared to death?" Xiong Er complained, and took off his earmuffs, "Come on, I'll change them with you."

"I don't want yours, I want the bear's big one," Wang Sanxiao put the fox earmuffs on the bear's big head with lightning speed, and pulled his black earmuffs away, only to find the earmuffs in his hand There is a pair of black kitten ears, but the target is small, so I don't care about it.

Three tall men walked side by side in the bleak cold wind, their big-toed leather boots making steady and powerful footsteps on the ground, and the delicate long hair on their earmuffs fluttering in the wind.

Although the county is small, the antique market is very noisy. Unfortunately, there are not many good things. Due to the excavation of the so-called ancient tombs, the stalls are almost all high-quality imitation ancient jade.

Wang Sanxiao was basking lazily in the sun with a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes casually glanced at the messy fakes. Sure enough, most of them were Bengbu workers.

Xiong Da approached silently, and said in a low voice: "Third Young Master, after finding out, he lives in Rujia. He is very low-key."

Wang San smiled with a cigarette in his mouth, exhaled foul breath: "What name did you use?"

"It's called Mu Xixi, and I have all the documents."

"Understood," Wang Sanxiao took out his phone, swiped a few times on the screen with his cold fingertips, enlarged the photo that was intended to show the popularity of the antique market, stared at the boy in the corner for a few seconds, gently Swipe the photo, revealing a half blurred figure beside the boy - if he is not mistaken, it is Wei Cong's art investment consultant, Zhao Liang.

Zhao Liang is the apprentice of a famous Nanjing appreciator. He has good eyesight and courage, and is appreciated by Wei Cong and Mr. Wei. How could he come to Anhui with Mu Xixi, who has no hair yet?

In other words, Mu Xixi followed him to Anhui?

As it was getting late, Xiong Er happily ran over with a handful of roasted gluten, gave Wang Sanxiao one, and said inarticulately, "Third Young Master, what are you having for dinner?"

"Eating soil," Wang San smiled, took a bite of gluten, and asked Xiong Da, "Have you found Mu Xixi himself?"

"Eating at a porridge restaurant."

"Walk."

The three of them came to the door of the restaurant, Wang Sanxiao glanced in, and saw Mu Xixi was eating with his head bowed towards the door, and a man was sitting opposite with his back to the door, it was hard to tell if it was Zhao Liang.

Wang Sanxiao's eyes slipped from his back, staring at the shadow under the table for a long time, but he couldn't tell if it was long legs. He wondered darkly if Wei Cong sent him to Anhui to accompany Mu Xixi?Why did Wei Cong send him?What is his relationship with Wei Cong...

Fuck, what are you thinking, Wang San shook his head with a smile, drove the messy thoughts out of his head, turned around and left the Congee Gym, and turned to Xiong Dao: "Ask someone to watch Mu Xixi and Zhao Liang, and find out why these two people Will come here."

Xiong Da nodded.

"Didn't you say there was a Han tomb excavation? It's normal for Mu Xixi to like antiques so much," Xiong Erdao said. "Zhao Liang is an investment consultant, so there's nothing wrong with that."

Wang San laughed and snorted: "The Han tomb is fake, Mu Xixi doesn't know it, Zhao Liang is an old man, I don't believe he can't see that someone is speculating on antique jade."

The three of them ate casually at a roadside restaurant, and then returned to the hotel. Wang Sanxiao sat on the window sill and called Mu Xixi, "Hey, little boy, have you finished your homework? Uncle found a very good painting." It's a nice Song painting, let me take you to see it tonight?"

"...Ah?" Mu Xixi's surprised voice came, and then he laughed, "I'm not in Beijing."

"Oh? Where did you go?"

"I..." Mu Xixi hesitated for a moment, then smiled, "I... I went to Hainan to play, Beijing is too cold, I think Hainan is warmer, yes, Hainan is warmer."

The smile on Wang San's smiling face exuded a little coldness, and he nodded: "Well, I also think Hainan is good, so it seems that you won't be able to return to Beijing soon?"

"Ah, yes."

"It's a pity," Wang Sanxiao sighed, "I'm leaving Beijing tomorrow, so our commission may not be completed in a short time..."

Mu Xixi was startled, and said anxiously: "You want to leave Beijing? My seven...Does Mr. Wei know?"

Wang Sanxiao asked him very confused: "What's the matter with Mr. Guan Wei?"

"That..." Mu Xixi said coyly, "I just can't let go of the painting in Mr. Wei's hand. I'm afraid he will sell the painting during this time, what should I do?"

Wang Sanxiao stared indifferently at the night sky far away in the small town, and sneered in his heart: That guy hasn't caught Ben Shao yet, how could he have sold his lifeblood?

He said regretfully to the phone: "That's the only way to go. Collecting antiques, getting together and parting according to fate, I get my luck, lose my life, and I can't force it."

"...Oh, okay," Mu Xixi sighed and asked in a low voice, "Then you...where are you going?"

Wang Sanxiao lowered his eyes, with a smirk on his lips, and said in a very honest voice: "Go to Anhui, there is a big news in Xiao County recently, I'll join in the fun."

"Fuck..." There was a sudden scream from the other end of the phone, and then the sound fell silent.

Wang Sanxiao pretended to call repeatedly: "Hello? Hello? Xixi, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine," came Mu Xixi's muffled voice, as if he was about to cry, and said lazily, "I...it's getting late, I have to go to bed, Brother Xiao, let's talk next time. "

"Okay, kid, go to bed early and develop well," Wang San smiled considerately, and then snorted coldly at the screen the moment he hung up the phone, hoping to see if I didn't scare you to death!