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After hanging up the phone, Kang Tianzhen and Song Wenyuan looked at each other, their eyes were full of uneasiness. After a while, Song Wenyuan suddenly pulled Kang Tianzhen into his arms and hugged him tightly.

The two people's chests were close together, and they could hear each other's violent heartbeats. Song Wenyuan sniffed Kang Tianzhen's hair deeply, and said in a low voice, "Tianzhen, you...you are so stupid, you have set me up with the Kongkang family." Collection, is it worth it?"

Kang Tianzhen hugged his waist and said unhappily, "Why do you ask such a question, Song Wenyuan, aren't we a family? Why are you and me divided?"

Song Wenyuan kissed him, he had thin lips that are eloquent in business, but when he came to this person's side, he was so clumsy that he didn't know what to say, only his love turned into a lingering kiss, gently pecking his lips lips.

Kang Tianzhen immediately responded enthusiastically, and after the kiss was over, she licked the corner of her mouth contentedly, and said in a low voice, "If you think I've given a lot, then...kiss me more every day."

Song Wenyuan laughed, stroked his hair, and kissed him tenderly.

Wang Sanxiao booked a plane ticket for 8:[-] in the morning, and the two of them drove to Kong Xin's private house without delay. Luo Zigeng came to open the door, and Kang Tianzhen took Song Wenyuan's hand and rushed in, "Master, where is my uncle?"

Kong Xin came out of the bedroom while buttoning up the buttons. He was wearing cotton pajamas and his hair was hanging on his forehead. He looked much softer than usual. He frowned and looked at the two, "It's so late at night, what happened?"

"Something has happened," Kang Tianzhen walked into his study, rummaging through the bookshelves and tables, "Uncle, where is the collection of the Kong family?"

Kong Xin leaned on the door frame with his arms folded, and mocked, "In my hometown, tell me, what trouble have you caused again?"

Kang Tianzhen rummaged for a long time but couldn't find it, so she squatted under the desk with her head in her arms, and said dejectedly, "The last time Song Wenyuan and I collected a piece of "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" in Ningbo, do you still remember?"

"Yes," Kong Xin nodded, "the authentic work of Jing Hao in the Tang Dynasty."

"What a fart," Kang Tianzhen said angrily, "it's fake."

Kong Xin was slightly taken aback, and his expression became serious, "What's going on?"

"It's a trap set by Huang Xingyun," Kang Tian said angrily, "The fake foreign devil who sells paintings is Huang Xingyun's man. It is estimated that the person Hong Yang encountered in the toilet at that time was actually a landmine buried by the other party. One day it will fall into my hands, let's see if I don't wash his thin-skinned cramps into Malatang, fuck!"

Kong Xin thought for a while, then looked at Song Wenyuan, "How do you know the painting is fake?"

Song Wenyuan said, "Wang Sanxiao got the news tonight that the teacher is going to unite with some seniors to teach me a lesson."

Kong Xin sneered and asked calmly, "What are you going to do?"

"The real painting is in Beijing, let's go and see if we can buy it back," Song Wenyuan laughed at himself, "but I'm afraid it will be difficult."

"how?"

"Because the owner of the treasure is Old Wei."