Three smiles

To be honest, Wei Cong could barely remember when the bracelet happened, but seeing Wang Sanxiao's icy smile on his face, Wei Cong's heart trembled wildly, mobilizing every memory cell in his brain Desperately recall the details of the year.

"Sanxiao," Wei Cong pressed Wang Sanxiao's shoulders with both hands, sweating profusely, "give me 3 minutes, and I will explain the whole thing clearly."

"Oh?" Wang San looked at his panicked eyes with a cool smile, and lightly parted his vermilion lips, "I won't listen."

"!!!" Wei Cong almost fainted.

Yang Lingxiu laughed loudly and raised his glass: "This is the first time San Shao has come to my reception, do you mind hanging out with me?"

"It's a great honor," Wang Sanxiao said with a graceful step, raised his hand slightly, smiled, Yang Lingxiu took a step forward and took his elbow, and the two walked away with smiles on their faces.

Wei Cong was dumbfounded.

Wang Sanxiao and Yang Lingxiu walked hand in hand, the handsome man and the beautiful woman stood under the bright crystal lamp, both talented and glamorous, in comparison, Wei Cong, who followed the two step by step, was as disgraced as a bodyguard.

The two walked to a secluded place and sat down on the sofa. Yang Lingxiu rolled her eyes, covered her lips with a wine glass and chuckled, "Which one of you is on top?"

Wang San smiled without hesitation: "Me."

Wei Cong thought for a while, and he was indeed on top most of the time. This guy's love for riding far exceeds all other postures combined, so he nodded secretly: "Yes."

"I didn't ask you again," Yang Lingxiu turned her face and said very bluntly.

Wei Cong choked, "I agreed with Sanxiao!"

"Do I need your approval?" Wang San smiled and gave him a sideways glance, "You haven't explained that shit clearly yet, shut up!"

"..." It's because you didn't listen to my explanation!As a domineering president, how could her husband's power wither to such an extent?

Wang San smiled and turned to Yang Lingxiu and said with a smile: "Housework, I made Miss Yang laugh."

"I didn't expect Wei Qi to be tall and burly, but he was the one at the bottom," Yang Lingxiu asked curiously, "Could it be that it's really more enjoyable to be at the bottom than to be at the top?"

"Hahaha, do you really want to know?" Wang Sanxiao put the wine glass on the coffee table, clenched his left hand into a fist, "If this is the rectum," he moved his index finger, "The prostate is 5-7 cm away from the chrysanthemum." He inserted the middle finger of his right hand into the fist of his left hand, and moved it up and down a few times, "Look, this back and forth will obviously rub against the posterior lobe of the prostate, just imagine."

Yang Lingxiu gasped: "So..."

"If you've been fucked by a man, you never want to fuck a woman again," Wang San smiled and blinked. "Even straight men may be obsessed with prostate pleasure, and it's even more impossible for gay men to refuse."

"Hey..." Yang Lingxiu said in surprise, "Straight men can also be infatuated?"

"Men are lower-body animals, and they will do anything for that poor pleasure."

Yang Lingxiu's knowledge greatly increased, she clicked her tongue, and muttered: "Now I kind of understand Wei Qi's escape from marriage."

Wei Cong stood dumbly behind Wang Sanxiao's sofa, his face was covered with black lines when he was talking nonsense, but now he saw Yang Lingxiu bring the topic to himself, as if he escaped marriage in pursuit of prostate pleasure, Immediately, the whole person felt bad: "Hello..."

Wang San smiled and frowned and turned around: "What's wrong with you?"

"..." Wei Cong tried his best not to flatter, "Three smiles, I see there is Black Forest cake over there, don't you like it the most?"

Wang Sanxiao didn't eat anything before the reception, but when he reminded him, he immediately became hungry and got up to get the cake.

Yang Lingxiu watched him go away, and laughed loudly, "Wei Qi, are you changing the subject? But I am really grateful that you escaped like that, and I have a reason not to get married in an instant hahaha, thank you buddy Son."

Wei Cong said with a wooden face, "You're welcome."

Wang San smiled and took the cake, took a bite, and found it very sweet and sour, he subconsciously laughed: "This cake is well made, come, A Cong, try it..."

Wei Cong hastily brought his mouth together.

Wang San smiled and said with a stern face: "Go away, you haven't explained those crap things clearly."

"!!!" First of all, you have to listen to my explanation!Wei Cong wanted to throw him and the sofa up.

A beautiful woman in a white dress walked down the nearby winding stairs, with gentle eyebrows, long hair reaching her waist, and slender legs exposed under the little white dress, walking towards Wei Cong coquettishly: "President Wei, I'm sorry, I'm late... ..."

Behind the beauty was a little boy about ten years old. He looked into the crowd twice with his head, his eyes lit up, and he jumped up to the crowd lively, shouting: "Dad!"

Wang San smiled and blinked his eyes, thinking that he should not have such a big son. He looked around and found that two of the remaining three were women, so the "Dad" can only be... he He suddenly turned around and looked at Wei Cong.

"Ouch, my good son!" Yang Lingxiu bent down and kissed the little boy on the cheek, "Daddy loves you so much!"

"..." Wang San laughed petrified.

"Don't kiss me all the time," the little boy wiped his saliva depressedly, "the lipstick is all over my face!"

"Don't give me a cheap price and act like a good boy." Yang Lingxiu randomly brushed two handfuls of the little boy's hair, "How many people are waiting in line for me to give you a kiss."

The beauty in the white skirt smoothed out the boy's messy hair, smiled at Wei Cong, and said, "I've sorted out all the antiques I mentioned on the phone, but I don't think your company's valuation is very suitable."

Wei Cong said, "Is that Huang Binhong's painting?"

"Yes," the beauty smiled, "combined with Huang Binhong's previous auction price, I think your company's valuation is too low."

Wang Sanxiao was aroused, and interjected: "What painting is Huang Binhong's? What's the estimate?"

The beauty looked at him suspiciously: "This is..."

Wei Cong put his arm around Wang Sanxiao's shoulder: "My king."

"what?"

Yang Lingxiu laughed and came over, explaining: "This is Wang Sanxiao and Wei Qi, the man I told you about."

"Oh," the beauty suddenly realized, and quickly stretched out her hand, "I've been waiting for a long time."

Wang San smiled and shook hands with her, smiling: "Miss Li, hello."

Yang Lingxiu continued: "Third Young Master, the most beautiful woman in the world, named Li Xinrou, is my lady."

"!!!" Wang Sanxiao was taken aback, but he soon calmed down. To be honest, he had doubted Miss Yang's sexual orientation since she first learned that Wei Cong and Yang Lingxiu were married by marriage. Later, when she saw that Yan Shi Mei Xing was graceful and graceful, she really didn't look like Grandma Ji, so she dismissed the idea. Now it seems... Such a beautiful woman will eventually be accepted by an even more beautiful woman.

He sized up the beauty in the white dress, and suddenly asked, "What is the relationship between Miss Li and Mr. Li Bote, who collects paintings and calligraphy?"

"It's my father," the beauty said with a smile, "the economy is in recession recently, and my father wants to auction off some paintings. Lingxiu recommended Tanye Auction Company, but the two parties disagree on the price, so when Lingxiu is holding a reception, we arrange President Wei came to negotiate."

Wei Cong nodded quickly: "Yes."

Wang San glanced at him with a displeased smile, and asked, "Can you let me have a look at the painting that has a disagreement?"

The beauty nodded: "Please follow me."

A few people walked up the stairs with her, Wei Cong quietly took Wang Sanxiao's hand, whispered in his ear: "Don't be angry anymore, I'll explain it clearly when I get home, okay?"

Wang San smiled and shook off his hand: "Who will go home with you? I will ask Xiaohu to open the room when I turn back."

"Don't make trouble, what kind of room do you two open?" Wei Cong laughed, "Besides, Zheng Xiaohu can't protect himself tonight."

Tsk, this is the truth, Wang Sanxiao muttered in a low voice: "Yang Chengqi, a beast in clothes, has played with so many little boys, and his skills must be very good. Tsk, I am a little envious of Zheng Xiaohu."

Wei Cong felt struck by lightning.

Several people walked upstairs to the study room. The beauty took out a brocade box and opened it on the desk. Inside was a set of four-frame landscape albums, ink and color on silk, inscriptions, postscripts and seals. Wang Sanxiao seriously I flipped through it for a while: "This album was recorded in "Xi Baozhai Essays" published in 06, and I didn't expect it to be collected by your father."

The beauty asked, "How much does Young Master San think is a better estimate?"

"Huang Binhong is a typical literati painter. At the beginning, the price of his paintings was not high," Wang Sanxiao said indifferently, "His Chinese paintings have an abstract style. It was only after the rise of postmodernism in recent years that the prices rose sharply. 14 It even reached 90 per square meter last year, but it has dropped slightly in the past two years, what is the estimated price given by Tanye?"

Wei Cong said: "30-40."

Wang Sanxiao thought for a moment, "It's too low."

"Huh?" Yang Lingxiu hugged the shoulder of the beautiful woman in white dress from behind, and said with a smile, "Wei Qi, your husband won't talk to you."

Wei Cong smiled wryly: "Please don't provoke me anymore, Sanxiao has much better eyesight than mine, so the price he gave must be the most appropriate."

"Huang Binhong is as famous as Qi Baishi in the history of modern calligraphy and painting. The south is yellow and the north is Qi," Wang Sanxiao explained to several people, "but the price of his works is much lower than that of Qi Baishi, even lower than that of his apprentice Li Keran. A large part of it is because his paintings do not cater to the market, his landscape paintings are of a high level, while his high-level paintings are low-level, so I personally think that the reserve price can be raised appropriately.”

Wei Cong asked, "How much is more appropriate?"

"50-80."

Wei Cong nodded, then turned to look at the beauty in the white skirt: "Miss Li, what do you think of the price?"

Yang Lingxiu joked: "That's how you opened the auction house? How did you argue with me about the price before? Now you don't? You continue!"

"If you don't believe the price of Sanxiao, who else can you trust in the whole antique shop?"

The beauty in the white skirt pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "Then let this prevail."

"Okay," Wei Cong said, "I'll send someone to your company to sign the contract tomorrow."

Yang Lingxiu smiled sweetly: "Since the matter is settled, let's go down and have a good time, shall we?"

"Don't play anymore!" Wei Cong thought to himself that my little life was about to be lost by you, so he put his arm around Wang Sanxiao's shoulder, and waved at the two of them with the other, "Let's go back first, goodbye!"