Three smiles

Wei Cong sat at his desk with a sullen face, indifferently listening to a subordinate's trembling report. After a while, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him, pointing the pen in his hand casually at the colleague next to him: "You speak."

"It's like this, Mr. Wei," the man swallowed nervously, leaning forward, his voice trembling slightly, "The basic plan for the Xingchen Town project has been completed, and no one expected that Wei Guangyao would intervene. Come in……"

Suddenly there was a rush of high-heeled shoes outside the office, and then the glass was knocked, and the little assistant's weak voice sounded: "BOSS..."

Wei Cong felt impatient, frowned and said, "Come in."

The little assistant pushed open the glass door in embarrassment, turned around and closed the door neatly, stepped on ten centimeter high heels and ran to the desk in small steps, leaned over and lowered her voice: "The lady boss is here."

"..." Wei Cong froze for a moment, his gloomy face just now turned into a gleam of light, and a smile appeared on the corners of his tightly pursed lips. Waving, "Go back and sort out your thoughts, and continue talking at the meeting in the afternoon."

The quails suddenly felt amnesty, and when they walked out of the office, they met a young man. He smiled with thin lips, smiled before saying a word, and then murderous, and swept away like a raging glacier with the fury of thunder Come.

Everyone hurriedly moved out of the door, watching this person blow into the office like a gust of wind, and then the door was slammed shut.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay: "Who is this person? He has a lot of background, dare to knock down Mr. Wei's door?"

"Tsk, who knows about the boss."

A few people shook their heads and lamented the injustice of the heavens, and then left separately. As soon as they turned around, they heard the door was suddenly pulled open. Everyone looked back and saw the little assistant was thrown out, and then the door slammed shut again. up.

The little assistant swayed a few times, and finally stepped on the high heels firmly. When he looked up, he saw a circle of quails in front of him, and immediately raised his eyebrows, and shouted in a low voice: "Look, the boss has to deal with housework, don't mess around with these two stupid tricks!" Look at random aim, be careful to be silenced!"

"..." The crowd scattered like birds and beasts, and they all evacuated within a second.

The little assistant turned her head back in satisfaction, glanced at the closed door, and couldn't help feeling worried again: "The lady boss seems to be very difficult to mess with, shouldn't the BOSS be domestically abused, right? It's a crime..."

Wei Cong was not subjected to domestic violence, but it was more difficult than domestic violence.Wang San smiled and blew in like a gust of wind, his aura wanted to tear Wei Cong to the bone, but when it came time to confront him head-on, he calmed down, straightened his shirt collar, stopped a meter away from Wei Cong, and said with a leisurely smile: " Did you disturb Mr. Wei's work?"

Wei Cong picked up a dozen documents on the table and said with a smile, "If you come, I won't have a job." After speaking, he raised his hand and threw the documents on the ground.

Wang San laughed loudly: "That's awesome."

"It should be," Wei Cong smiled modestly, got up, walked around the desk, stepped over the documents on the floor with leather shoes, and kissed him on the side of the cheek, "Why are you here suddenly?"

Wang Sanxiao let him kiss him like a piece of wood, and said slowly: "Today is the preview of the special calligraphy and painting exhibition of Jiahua Auction Company. .”

"Have you seen anything you like? Buy it if you like it," Wei Cong could not help feeling a little guilty when he saw his eyes were indifferent, but his smile remained unchanged. He hugged him and kissed him softly, "I suddenly thought in the morning, The house we used to live in was too old, so someone bought a new one on Xiaoyun Road, there is a courtyard in the air, I think you will like it, let's go and see sometime."

Wang San smiled with a surprised expression: "I'm not planning to settle down in Beijing. I come here once or twice. It's fine to stay in a hotel."

"Huh?" Wei Cong frowned, "We... the hotel is not as comfortable as our own home after all."

"My family is in Nanjing."

Wei Cong pressed Wang Sanxiao's shoulders with both hands, staring into his eyes: "Sanxiao, aren't we together?"

Wang Sanxiao and him looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly laughed, pushed him away, walked to the sofa and sat down, crossed his legs, and said lazily: "So what if we are together? Do you think I married into your Wei family? My relatives and friends are all in Nanjing, and now you want me to live in Beijing? Why didn’t you, Wei Cong, move to Nanjing? My house is not small.”

No matter how dull Wei Cong was, he could tell that this was out of spite. He took out the tea set from the cabinet and slowly brewed a pot of Mengdingshihua, brought it to the tea table, sat down and took his hand, and said with a smile: "If you If you are entangled in this problem, then it will be easy to solve, as long as you Wang Sanshao dares to marry, I, Wei Xiaoqi, can marry to Nanjing at any time."

"..." Wang Sanxiao looked at him coldly, wanting to marry you paralyzed!

"Why, you don't believe it?"

Wang Sanxiao sneered, and didn't tell what happened to him when he met Yang Lingxiu, but just looked him straight in the eyes: "What's going on with Zhao Liang?"

Wei Cong was taken aback: "What?"

"Don't play dumb with me," Wang Sanxiao said lightly, "At the preview today, "Art Collection" was withdrawn from the auction. I saw Zhao Liang at the scene, and he belongs to you."

"Look at what you said," Wei Cong laughed, "It's as if I have something to do with him, he's not mine, you are mine."

Wang San smiled and looked at him expressionlessly.

Wei Cong knew that he was getting impatient, so he quickly held his hand and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, no kidding, I know you are angry about this, but you also know the character of the old man, what he wants is just There is nothing I can’t get, a paper order ordered me to get the painting no matter what, I really had no choice but to find Zhao Liang..."

The sound stopped abruptly, because the anger in Wang Sanxiao's eyes was about to materialize, Wei Cong shut up embarrassingly, knowing Wang Sanxiao's attitude towards the painting, he bypassed him and found Zhao Liang, It was indeed a bit unkind, no wonder he was angry.

The two sat there facing each other for a while. There was no movement in the huge office except for the slowly rising heat from the teapot. Wei Cong suddenly felt that Wang Sanxiao was so quiet that he was terribly quiet, and couldn't help but feel a little sad: "San Xiao, that Song Wenyuan is Your friend, you consider his situation and support the shooting of "Ya Ji Tu", but why don't you consider me..."

"Consider you?" Wang San smiled and turned to look at him, with a smile that was not a smile, "Consider why you want to hide it from me? If I didn't see Zhao Liang with sharp eyes today, would this matter have been concealed? Wei Wei Cong, you are such an asshole."

"No..." Wei Cong didn't expect him to be entangled with this problem, he was stunned suddenly, and murmured, "San Xiao, I didn't think so much, but the old man pressed too hard, I really can't do anything, and I'm afraid you'll be angry..."

"Forget it, don't try your best to find excuses," Wang Sanxiao stood up, flicked the corner of his clothes, and said calmly: "I didn't come to Xingshi today to inquire about the crime, Zhao Liang has already taken the painting away, no matter how much I act coquettishly You can only look like a bitter and mean little girl, Wei Cong, I just want to tell you one thing: how much is that painting worth, you can weigh it."

After speaking, he walked out.

Wei Cong stood up abruptly and grabbed his hand: "San Xiao, don't be angry, I know I was wrong."

"Get out of here, don't fucking gossip," Wang San smiled and shook him off, "I'm annoyed when I see you now."

"Don't bother, don't bother," Wei Cong laughed with him, seeing that he was still losing his temper, so it was obvious that things weren't too bad, so he plucked up his courage, grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms, and smiled humbly, " I made a mistake, give me a chance to make amends, don't rush away, let's talk about the price of that painting."

Wang Sanxiao snatched it out of his arms angrily: "What does the price you give have anything to do with me? Anyway, it's your money."

"It's Wei's money," Wei Cong persisted in hugging him.

The two stood at the door of the office like this, hugging each other, struggling with the other, pulling back and forth dozens of times, Wang Sanxiao got impatient with him, pushed him away forcefully, turned around and walked out.

Wei Cong slammed on the door, forcefully closed the opened door again, hugged Wang Sanxiao behind the door, and kissed his neck lightly.

The two have been separated for five years. After reuniting, he seems to have fallen in love with this kind of intimacy without lust. He felt like he was rubbing hands together. He gently sucked Wang Sanxiao's Adam's apple, and said with a low smile: "I assure you , I will discuss everything with you in the future, how about it?"

"Hehe," Wang Sanxiao raised his neck slightly and let him kiss him, squinting his eyes and snorting coldly, thinking to let your mother talk nonsense!

"Song Wenyuan is your friend, I will not treat him badly," Wei Cong threw out an attractive bargaining chip, "How about 2 million?"

Wang Sanxiao was imprisoned between his arms and the door, unable to move. Listening to the gentle laughter in his ears, he hummed indifferently: "If "Dwelling in Fuchun Mountains" is now on auction, how much should it be worth?"

"That's different," Wei Cong obviously refused to take the bait, and argued with reason, ""Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" is Huang Gongwang's masterpiece, and it has such a legendary story."

Wang San laughed and sneered, and his attitude softened quietly: "This "Gathering Collection" was created by a group of court painters gathered by the eldest princess Xiangge Laji of the Yuan Dynasty. It not only includes Huang Gongwang, but also Zhao Yong, Wang Meng, Tang Di, Cao Zhibai and many other well-known painters are no less than "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" in terms of painting techniques and cultural value conveyed behind them."

"Okay," Wei Cong compromised, "Then how much do you think it should be worth?"

The two are entangled in limbs, embracing each other in a square inch, rubbing their ears and temples together, exhaling like blues, but they refuse to give in to each other, fighting for every inch of gold.

Wang San looked into his deep eyes with a smile, and said softly, "At least 3 million."

"My third smile," Wei Cong smiled wryly, "Are you really using me as a cash machine?"

"The Wei family has a big business, and they can't afford this little money. What kind of antiques are they playing with?" Wang Sanxiao looked at him leisurely, and said lazily, "Why don't I discuss it with the old man, since Mr. Wei can't afford it?" Money, let's stop pretending to be a big fish, return the painting to Song Wenyuan, and the auction will be hammered down, no matter what happens, we will have to run for 4 million!"

Wei Cong blocked all of Wang Sanxiao's attacks like copper skin and iron bones, and said with a smile, "You and I each take a step back, 2.5 million, Sanxiao, Song Wenyuan is your friend, and I'm your man, you can't help me like this." Let outsiders come to plot against me."

Wang San smiled: "I never look at favors when asking prices, I only care about being worthy of the antiques left by my ancestors, I have no regrets in my heart."

"Okay, okay," Wei Cong sighed in frustration, "I only hate my old man..."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Sanxiao knew that he was compromising, and he no longer insisted on a certain number, and said indifferently: "The painting belongs to Song Wenyuan, and the money belongs to you. I am just estimating the price. You can see how much it is. Do it, I'm leaving."

"Hey, don't go yet, give him a kiss..." Wei Cong hugged him, lowered his head and kissed him.

Wang Sanxiao perfunctory a few times, pushed Wei Cong away impatiently, turned around and opened the door and went out, before taking two steps, he suddenly heard a pleasantly surprised "Xiaoxiao!!!"

Turning his head, he was facing Shangkang's innocent and bright smiling face, as if seeing the rising sun, quickly dispelling the haze in his heart.