Three smiles

Wang Sanxiao didn't seem to be influenced by Wei Cong at all, and took Zheng Xiaohu and Kang Tianzhen leisurely around the various exhibition areas. When they saw something they were interested in, they stopped to explain it. The three of them even passed by. In the contemporary ink painting session, we saw Wei Cong standing in front of a painting of ink landscapes, talking to reporters.

"I think the domineering president is more handsome than before," Kang Tianzhen looked up and down Wei Cong's broad shoulders and long legs from a distance, and for some reason, he poked Wang Sanxiao's back, "Hey, how is his technique in bed? "

"I'll go, don't be so messy," Wang Sanxiao was poked by him, opened the cheap hand, and said flatly, "I didn't expect this guy to be a dog after leaving the Wei family. "

Kang Tianzhen asked curiously: "Then do you want to get back together with him?"

Wang Sanxiao stared at Wei Cong for a long time, then turned his head, flicked Kang Tianzhen's forehead with his fingers: "Fuck!" After speaking, he walked away.

The specifications of this spring auction are very high, and it is divided into more than a dozen special sessions. It was already evening after the three of them visited one by one. When Wang Sanxiao wobbled back home, Wang Baxian had already taken a nap and was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper. , saw him enter the door, suddenly raised his voice: "Son, come, let daddy hurt."

"..." Wang San walked over with a blank expression on his face, leaning against the door of the restaurant, "What's wrong with you?"

Wang Baxian stared at his mouth with pity: "Let me see if my little cherry mouth hurts from being bitten."

"!!!" Wang Sanxiao's heart suddenly skipped a beat, subconsciously laughed, and scoffed, "Is there such a father who sent someone to follow your son?"

"Stupid stuff!" Wang Baxian stared, "What do you have that I should follow? The editor-in-chief of the Jinling Tabloid found me and asked if this photo could be published," he said, pushing the phone in front of Wang Sanxiao, Sucking his teeth, he asked, "Come on, tell Dad, can this photo be published?"

Wang Sanxiao lowered his eyes and glanced, and found that it was a photo of himself being kissed by Wei Cong in public. Knowing what he was doing, he calmly sat down at the dining table, took a bowl of porridge for himself, and took a sip: "Love!" Whether I can get it or not, I'm not a big girl, so if I get kissed by this guy, I don't know who will suffer."

"Boldness," Wang Baxian praised, "As expected of the son of my Baxian King, I will tell the editor later that this photo is a fart, and ask me when I get a bed photo."

Wang Sanxiao knew what he meant, he ate his meal carelessly, and said casually: "You don't have to beat around the bush like this, I admit, I had an affair with Wei Cong, but it was just a joke, no one took it seriously."

"Playing on occasion?" Wang Baxian became serious, biting the spoon, looking at the photo with a cloudy face, and then raised his eyes to look at his son, with a pair of small eyes shining brightly, and slowly said, "Son, dad sees you Die on the spot."

"Let's eat your meal." Wang Sanxiao served him a bowl of millet porridge and said with a smile, "Old man, don't you know your son well? When have I ever suffered?"

Wang Baxian lowered his head to drink the porridge, and hummed: "I just know you too well. If one day I really suffer outside, I will definitely have to pretend I'm okay when I get home."

"..." Wang San smiled and muttered that knowing a son is better than a father, he buried his head in his meal, chewing the vegetable leaves while secretly thinking about how to plot against Wei Cong.

This guy didn't even dare to hold hands in public before, but now he's too courageous, and he gnawed on it in front of so many people, isn't it a bit broken?

The next morning, Wang Sanxiao got up before dawn. He had developed the habit of going around the antique street before going home for breakfast since he was a child.

It just so happened that Wang's house was not too far from Antique Street. He wore a tracksuit and trotted all the way there. Antique Street had just opened, and small antique dealers set up stalls in places they were familiar with.

Wang Sanxiao ran until his back was covered with sweat. He unzipped the zipper of his sportswear, held a cigarette in his mouth, wandered carelessly all over the street, didn't see anything good, turned a corner and entered the shopping mall facing the street. Guxuan.

There is a tea table carved with yellow cypress roots in the room, and several acquaintances in the antique shop are sitting around drinking tea. The owner of the shop is holding a round pineapple pot made by Xu Youquan in the Ming Dynasty, and is pouring tea. He came in and said with a smile: "It must be because I didn't see any good things outside, and I came to my Ancient and Modern Pavilion to pick up the leak again."

"Can't I come and ask for some good tea?" Wang San smiled and walked over, raised his foot and hooked a stool to sit down, when he suddenly stared at the tea table where everyone drank tea, "Boss Luo's coffee table... ..."

"Don't think about it," Boss Luo quickly interrupted him, raising his hand and pointing to the opposite side of the street, "If I dare to sell the beloved thing at home, I will have to kneel on the washboard overnight. "

Everyone laughed loudly. On the Antique Street, Boss Luo’s inner fear is well known to women and children. He has a good temper, even if he is ridiculed by his colleagues, he doesn’t take it seriously. He handed Wang Sanxiao a cup of tea and pointed at the wall. There is a red sandalwood Duobao Pavilion next to it: "These are all recently received, take a look, do you like them?"

Wang Sanxiao took a sip from the teacup, the fragrance remained on his lips and teeth, he raised his eyes to look there, his eyes suddenly lit up, and pointed to a red bronze statue: "This..."

"This red copper statue of Tara is really good," said a voice behind with a smile, "Boss Luo, please show it to me."

Wang Sanxiao looked back with a toothache, and saw Wei Cong standing behind him in a suit and leather shoes, smiling like a spring breeze.

"Hey," Wei Cong said in surprise, as if he had just seen him, "You're there, Third Young Master?"

Wang San smiled and said lightly: "Morning, Mr. Wei."

Boss Luo took down the statue of Tara, put it on the table, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Wei, let's take a look. Three smiles, which one did you see just now?"

Wang San smiled resentfully as Wei Cong picked up the sculpture, grinding his back molars: "I didn't like any of them."

"You kid..." Boss Luo rolled his eyes at him, and said to Wei Cong with a smile, "This is the Tibetan style in the early Ming Dynasty. I haven't seen a better one in recent years."

Wei Cong admired it inside and out for a long time, looked at Wang San and smiled: "My eyesight is not good, so tell me what is unique about this statue."

Wang Sanxiao rolled his eyelids lazily: "There's nothing unique about it, it's all over the street, don't buy it."

Boss Luo's face darkened: "Three smiles."

"Wait for him to leave," Wang San laughed brazenly, "I'll catch up later."

"If you don't speak human words, I will put you on the blacklist, and you will not be allowed to enter the door in the future," Boss Luo scolded with a smile, "Your mouth is more disgusting than our family's naivete."

People under the eaves had to bow their heads, Wang Sanxiao glanced at Wei Cong depressedly: "I need money to find my palm eye."

Wei Cong smiled and said, "You can make a price."

"At your auction, there is an Arhat bed inlaid with a hundred treasures of huanghuali, which is inlaid with double dragons and pearls. Kang Tianzhen wanted to buy it several months ago. You will directly trade it to him later."

Wei Cong had a smile on his lips: "It's not equal."

Wang San smiled and folded his arms. He knew that this was nonsense, but he still looked up into his eyes without giving up an inch: "Why not wait?"

"There are tens of thousands of people in the antique store who can help me, but there is only one arhat bed. If you have to say yes..." He leaned forward and clung to Wang Sanxiao's ear, with a wicked smile and whispered, "You have to sleep with me one more night."

Wang Sanxiao raised his hand quickly, grabbed his hair and pinned him in front of him, bit his ear with a light smile, but the voice he uttered was vicious and cold: "You fucking deserve it too?"

After finishing speaking, he let go of his hand, with a polite and alienated smile on his face, walked out of the shop, and raised his voice as he walked: "The standing statue is exquisitely made, with graceful posture, inlaid with tourmaline, glass, giant clam, etc. The decoration is very gorgeous, whether you like it or not.”

Before the words fell, the people had already arrived outside the store. Boss Luo didn't know what kind of grievances there were between the two. He looked at them coldly, and felt that they were neither enemies nor friends, but rather like a pair of enemies.

So he smiled and explained to Wei Cong: "San Xiao's personality is like this. A dog can't spit out ivory, but he has a good heart. His eyesight is second-class among the younger generation. What will Mr. Wei do in the future? Unacceptable antiques, you can find him."

Wei Cong smiled slightly: "Thank you Boss Luo for your guidance, I want this statue."

When Wang Sanxiao came out of Shangguxuan, Wei Cong was so disgusted that he was in no mood to go shopping, so he simply went back home, passed by the stewed building, bought four cages of chicken soup dumplings, and strolled all the way home.

It just so happened that Wang Baxian was also full of sleep, and was twisting his buttocks on the balcony, when he heard him enter the door, he glanced at the time: "Why are you back so early today? Didn't you see anything good?"

"I didn't see any good things, but I saw a lot of bad things." Wang Sanxiao carried the chicken soup bag into the restaurant, and said coolly, "I also saw one that was not a thing."

Wang Baxian asked in surprise, "Have you looked in the mirror?"

"..." Wang San was stunned for a moment with a smile, and in an instant he was scolded by the old man obliquely, and squinted at him, "Can you still be a good father and son?"

The father and son had breakfast with each other, Wang Sanxiao went upstairs to change clothes to attend the auction, Kang Tianzhen called and said very understandingly: "Xiaoxiao, why don't you stay at home today and continue watching Xiao Huang Books, I can go to the auction by myself."

Wang San smiled and clicked his tongue: "You only read pornographic books, do you know what art is?"

"I did see it, and I didn't deny it," Kang Tianzhen murmured, "I'm an adult, so what's wrong with admitting it? How childish!"

...Being called childish by a pig, Wang Sanxiao felt insulted, and snorted coldly: "Without my uncle, can you take pictures?"

"Fuck! You look down on me?" Kang Tianzhen exclaimed, "I'm doing it for you!"

Wang San smiled angrily and said: "I know what you are worried about, isn't it just Wei Cong, everyone is just having fun, and finally get together and break up, what can I do to avoid him, as if he really has any feelings .”

"Hey, but I think the domineering president still seems to have a very old and unforgettable look towards you. He tweeted when we met yesterday, and I feel very affectionate."

Wang San smiled with cold eyes, and said viciously: "Damn."