Three smiles

Galloping all night, it was only ten o'clock in the morning when turning from the high speed into Nanjing City, Xiong Er yawned sleepily, took out a can of Red Bull from the refrigerator, opened it and took a sip, looked back at Wang San with a smile, and found that he was looking up. Lying on the seat, he fell asleep peacefully.

He couldn't help but chuckled, and said loudly to Xiong: "Look, sleeping so soundly, it doesn't look like a lovelorn. I think Wei Laoqi is more like the one who was dumped."

"Chessing behind your back will rot your ass," said a faint voice from the back seat.

Xiong Er shivered, turned his head back in horror, and saw Wang San open his eyes expressionlessly with a smile on his face. His eyes were red and bloodshot. He obviously hadn't slept all night. He was caught on the spot for chewing his tongue, which made Xiong Er a little embarrassed Shy, in order to reverse his image, he thought for a while, and entered into a slander: "Um...Third Young Master, Wei Cong is so shameless, let's go home and tell Baqian Sui, he will definitely help you out. .”

As soon as this remark came out, Wang Sanxiao's face turned even darker: "Then he was ridiculed by that old bachelor and couldn't even look down on men?"

"Hey..." Xiong Er slapped himself embarrassingly, "What a bad idea!"

"Only the two of you know about this from the beginning to the end," Wang San smiled lightly, "At most, only the two of you know about it. Don't tell anyone after you get home. The old man's fiery temper made it troublesome to kill Wei Cong in a fit of anger. gone."

Xiong Er still felt uneasy, and asked depressedly: "Then you are going to swallow this breath?"

"Tsk, it looks like you have no confidence in me." Wang Sanxiao lowered his head and lit a cigarette, narrowed his eyes and stared at the cigarette butt, and sneered, "Go home and look for papa if you've been scumbag by a little boy who doesn't know how to praise you." Crying... I haven't been cowardly to this extent."

Xiong Da suddenly glanced at him from the rearview mirror, and said in a deep voice, "Put out the cigarette."

"Damn it!" Wang Sanxiao was shocked, "I can't even smoke in my car?"

Xiong Da explained lightly: "When you get home later, you will smell like cigarettes, and you can smell it when you are eight thousand years old."

Wang Sanxiao obediently pinched his cigarette.

It was already eleven o'clock when we got home, Wang Sanxiao stood at the door, sniffed his dog's nose and smelled it, and found that the smell of smoke was still within a normal range, shaking his spirits, he pushed open the door, and there was a melodious There is a pink yoga mat on the carpet in the living room, a soft fat man is sitting on it, his thick legs are coiled behind his head, his arms are coiled behind his legs, the whole highly spiraled Tianjin University Twist.

Hearing the sound of the door, a big plump face was barely exposed from under the legs, and his eyebrows were beaming with joy: "Son, you're back!"

"..." Wang Sanxiao stood at the door, dumbfounded, "Be careful not to train yourself into Texas braised chicken."

"...You idiot son!" Wang Baxian untied the spiral round and round, sat on the yoga mat with two thick legs spread out, looked up at Wang San and smiled, moved his nose twice, and waved with a smile, "Come here, come here and give daddy some pain."

Wang Sanxiao walked over, squatted in front of him, raised his hand and picked up a towel to help him wipe his sweaty chest, and said with a smile, "Your current hobby really amazes me... Hey, what are you doing?"

Seeing that the smile on Wang Baxian's face suddenly disappeared, he grabbed Wang Sanxiao by the collar, dragged him to his face, sniffed the scent on his body, and laughed out loud: "You idiot, I Why did you come home suddenly, did something terrible happen and make things difficult?"

Why don't you set up a fortune-telling stall when you are so smart?Wang San slandered with a smile, and with a hearty smile, he freed his collar, and said with a laugh: "Don't touch your son, I will have something unfair? A joke!"

Wang Baxian didn't believe it at all, rolled his sweaty eyes and hummed: "Then why are you smoking so much?"

"If you have money, you can smoke so much that you can't finish it," Wang San said with a smile, "You have to smoke one in your mouth and one in your nostrils. This is called a good thing."

"What about your nostrils, my dear son," Wang Baxian sneered, "you are too heavy-mouthed to play threesomes after smoking a cigarette. If you want good things to go hand in hand, you have to stick one in your ass."

"..." Wang San laughed and choked on his chest, deeply feeling that his piece of old ginger had reached a perverted level of spiciness.

But Wang Baxian didn't bother with this topic any more, he hugged his son's shoulders in a big way, teased his soft chin with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Play with me, you have missed 30 years of salt! Damn it, Now that you are a good person, you can be regarded as a dog, and my father will not interfere with your affairs, but just tell you a word."

Wang San glanced at him with a smile: "Huh?"

"My son, even I am reluctant to be bullied. There is no reason to be bullied by others," Wang Baxian sucked until his teeth creaked, "I will not offend others if they don't offend me. If they offend me, I will offend his whole family."

Wang Sanxiao's expression froze suddenly, the old man's words seemed to hit his chest with a slap in the face, instantly dispelling the bad breath he had pent up from last night. Can't help but smile lightly.

Wang Baxian slapped him on the back and shouted: "Do you understand?"

"Understood," Wang Sanxiao nodded sullenly, opened his mouth, and wanted to ask him if he knew something, but when he got to the point of his mouth, he felt he couldn't say it. It's really hard to find such a bad boyfriend. Abandonment is a bit too embarrassing.

"Just know it," Wang Baxian got up, waving his arms and stood back on the yoga mat, accompanied by the melodious music, twisted the fat all over his body into an extraordinarily enchanting and graceful curve, and said with a fairy air, "Kneel down. "

"..."

Fleeing from Beijing in embarrassment, Wang Sanxiao rolled back to Nanjing for more than a month. He practiced yoga with the old man every day. While trying to put his left arm around his back and under his right leg, he thought happily that he could unlock many poses now.

However, this has become a very meaningless specialty for him now.

Wang Sanxiao found that he seemed to have lost his lust overnight. He spent a lot of time every day studying antiques, sitting under a huge bookshelf, flipping through ancient books, participating in various auctions, chatting and laughing with various employers...

He can decide the fate of rare treasures with the palm of his hand, but he will not have that kind of thought for any man or woman.

It's over, Wang Sanxiao thought regretfully, he couldn't enjoy the extreme pleasure of getting in and out, and Wei Laoqi really did a lot of harm.

Song Wenyuan's antique shop is about to open, and Kang Tianzhen is very busy. He doesn't think about anything else all day long, but how to steal his ancestral antiques and give them to her husband by various unscrupulous means. Kneeling the pistachios, he squatted in the Gujin Pavilion and watched his uncle clean up the house, wondering what evil did your ancestors do to give birth to such an idiot like Kang Tianzhen?

Xiong Er came over, holding his mobile phone in his hand, leaned over, and said softly: "Li Longhu from Shanxi would like to invite you to accompany me to Hong Kong to watch the preview of Sotheby's autumn auction."

"No," Wang Sanxiao didn't even think about it, "That coal boss likes to sprinkle toilet water, and if I get within ten meters of him, I immediately get a rhinitis."

"Then I'll push it," Xiong Er continued, "Yang Chengqi of Baichuan Real Estate wants to entrust you to buy a large-sized copper Buddha statue."

Wang San smiled and clicked his tongue: "Since when did this guy believe in Buddhism?"

"Then who knows, the inner worlds of rich people are all extraordinary," Xiong Er said, "This is also pushed."

"Well, push... hey, wait a minute," Wang Sanxiao suddenly remembered, "You're talking about Yang Chengqi?"

Xiong Er nodded, "Last year you helped the old man dispose of his wife's belongings..."

"I know, Yang Chengqi...Yang Chengqi..." Wang Sanxiao said the name twice in a low voice, then raised his head and said to Xiong Er, "I'll take this, go back and pack up, and prepare to go to Beijing, the large Buddha statue... I remember There are a few that are in perfect condition."

"Okay," Xiong Er replied, but he didn't move, he opened his mouth somewhat hesitantly, his eyes were in a trance and his expression was disturbed, like a little girl who was obviously in a hurry to urinate but was too embarrassed to speak out.

Wang San smiled and raised his eyelids to look at him: "What else is there?"

"It's about this," Xiong Er struggled for a long time, his heart swayed, and he closed his eyes and said loudly, "Boss Wei called you more than ten times today."

"..." Wang Sanxiao slapped him on the bear's head, "Call as soon as you call, anyway, he can't run out of phone bills, why do you feel bad?"

Xiong Er covered the back of his head with an expression of resignation: "He still sends you WeChat."

"Just post it, anyway, he won't be able to use up his traffic," Wang San said grumpily, "Didn't you record a video of yourself dancing a pole and send it to disgust him?"

"...Why am I disgusting?" Xiong Er protested, "Hey, no, when did I dance the pole?"

Wang San smiled and patted his bear face: "I know that you have always had such an unknown side in your heart, it's okay, be bold, follow your heart and let yourself go, come, give me your phone."

Xiong Er took a deep breath, his round eyes widened, his whole body was not well.

Wang Sanxiao took the phone away from him, said hello to Kang Tianzhen, walked out of Gujin Pavilion, stood on the bustling streets of Antique Street and opened WeChat, and found that Wei Cong had sent dozens of voice messages, and he was too lazy to listen to them one by one. He dialed a call directly, and within three seconds, the other party answered it immediately.

There was a hint of caution in the long-lost steady voice: "San Xiao, you are finally willing to talk to me."

"Don't say that, Mr. Wei," Wang San smiled lazily, "I'm afraid you'll harass me, so tell me, what's the matter with looking for me so smugly?"

Wei Cong asked: "I heard that Song Wenyuan's Huaixin Building opened at No. 10, and the treasure of the town building is Jing Hao's famous painting "Spring River Moonlight Night" at the end of Tang Dynasty?"

Hearing a hint of rain coming from his unsteady voice, Wang Sanxiao couldn't help standing up straight, put away his smile: "What's the problem?"

"His picture is a fake. I heard from Aunt Gu that the real one of "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" is in my father's hands."

Wang Sanxiao was startled suddenly, and said anxiously: "How is it possible? I have personally identified it!"

Wei Cong said gently: "I know your level of appreciation, but there are people out there who are beyond the sky. It is hard to guarantee that there is no more advanced counterfeiting technology. Song Wenyuan became famous too fast, and too many eyes are staring at him. Sets are hard to guard against."

Wang Sanxiao looked back at the quaint shop door of Gujin Pavilion, and Kang Tianzhen's figure jumping up and down flashed past the door. He pondered for a moment, but he still couldn't believe it: "I have seen all your father's antiques, and there is no such thing as "Spring River" "Flower Moon Night"..."

"Don't you know his character yet?" Wei Cong interrupted him, "Even if there is a collection exhibition, it will only display some things he doesn't like very much. The real artifacts are hidden in the collection room. Show it."

Wang San smiled and scolded the old bastard secretly, and said to the phone: "The water in this matter is too deep, I'll go to Beijing first, where your father is..."

"I'll be in charge," Wei Cong said with a light smile, "You can come here without worry, I'm responsible for everything."

"..." Wang San hung up the phone with a smile on his expressionless face, his gentle voice was still echoing in his ears, he scratched his ears impatiently, and thought to himself with disdain: What kind of hospitality!