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A few days later, Nancheng.

In the president's office on the 88th floor of the Huangjin Building, Secretary Chen pushed open the heavy wooden door and leaned halfway in: "Mr. Yan, the front desk on the 61st floor called to say that your fiancée is here."

Yan Zonglang raised his eyes from the flight inquiry page, frowned slightly and asked, "What is she here for?"

"I don't know, I said I have something to do with you." Secretary Chen said, "Do you want to find a reason to send me away?"

Yan Zonglang glanced at the calendar on the desk, thought for a moment, and said lightly: "No, let her come up."

After a while, Shu Mengfu, who was wearing a floral dress and a headband of the same style, came in from outside the president's office.

At this moment, there were already two cups of black tea on the coffee table for guests. Yan Zonglang sat on the single-seater sofa, with his slender legs crossed casually, he raised his chin to Shu Mengfu and said, "Sit down, Miss Shu."

Shu Mengfu twirled her hair behind her ears, and sat down diagonally across from Yan Zonglang, with her back always straight and delicate from head to toe.

"Mr. Yan, I came to you today for one thing."

As soon as Shu Mengfu opened her mouth, her plump lips reflected bright colors under the light. It can be seen that she spent a lot of effort just to decorate her lips.

"Yeah." Yan Zonglang probably guessed Shu Mengfu's intention to come here, but he was too lazy to answer the question and simply pretended not to know.

"I heard," Shu Mengfu said straight to the point, "My younger brother had a friend who offended Shu Qingmo and was forced to give up his graduate studies. The family even paid a large sum of liquidated damages."

Guo Zhiyu gave up his postgraduate qualifications and finally passed Shu Qingmo's test, but Yan Zonglang, who was standing behind Shu Qingmo, did not let their family go easily.

All investors participating in the Shishishan project have signed an investment agreement. If they withdraw their capital unilaterally, they need to pay a certain percentage of liquidated damages.

Yan Zonglang did not let the Guo family's ship go to sea for a long time. In order not to break the company's capital chain, the Guo family had to choose to pay liquidated damages and withdraw capital from the Shishishan project.

In the end, Yan Zonglang finally stopped being stuck on the Guo family's boat, but the Guo family had already lost Guo Zhiyu's qualifications for graduate school, a large amount of liquidated damages, and the future income that should have been obtained from the Shishishan project.

What happened in the past few days has caused a saying in the Jiangnan business community - whoever Boss Yan is not willing to take to play, then the game will be over.

Many people are curious about the reason, but only a few people know that the reason for all this is simply because the dandy son of the Guo family pushed the young master of the Shu family off the ladder.

Yan Zonglang gave a lazily "hmm" and asked, "What?"

Shu Mengfu didn't expect that Yan Zonglang didn't even bother to explain a few words, so she had to ask bluntly: "Mr. Yan, why do you support Shu Qingmo?"

Yan Zonglang didn't answer directly, but instead asked in a nonchalant manner: "What's the date today?"

Shu Mengfu was slightly taken aback, took out her mobile phone from her designer handbag, looked at it, and said, "No. 25."

Yan Zonglang nodded, and then asked slowly: "What is the identity of Miss Shu who came to see me today?"

Hearing this, Shu Mengfu's expression became a little stiff.

She quickly did an arithmetic problem in her mind, only to find out that the engagement between the two had been completely broken off yesterday, but it hadn't been announced to the public yet.

She is no longer Yan Zonglang's fiancee in name, and Yan Zonglang no longer needs to cooperate with acting in order to protect the face of the Shu family.

At first glance, Yan Zonglang's words just now sounded purely for confirmation, but in fact they implied "don't meddle in other people's business".

Shu Mengfu didn't panic. She took a sip of the black tea on the coffee table and said, "Mr. Yan is going to open an auction house in Nancheng. From now on, we are all in the same circle. There is no need to confront each other like this, right?"

"Tit for tat?" Yan Zonglang repeated word for word, and said slowly, "I never meant to target the Shu family, is Miss Shu trying to define me on her own?"

To put it nicely, it's called defining; to put it badly, it's called labeling.

Who is Yan Zonglang?

Shu Mengfu wanted to put a hat on him, but he put the hat back on Shu Mengfu's head with his backhand.

——I never wanted to target it, since you took the initiative to provoke trouble, then I will target it.

Shu Mengfu pulled out a forced smile, and she soon realized that she was still a little too young to play tricks with Yan Zonglang.

She simply opened the skylight and said bluntly: "Mr. Yan, you know that's not what I mean, I just hope you don't stand by Shu Qingmo."

"Why?" Yan Zonglang didn't bother to make any more detours, "The Shu family can't give me what I want, and they don't allow me to find another way, which is a bit unreasonable."

"I don't understand, what exactly can Shu Qingmo bring to you?" Shu Mengfu's tone became a little anxious, "Aside from being able to frame paintings, what else can he offer?"

Yan Zonglang didn't answer, and his index finger began to tap the armrest of the sofa rhythmically. Anyone who knew him would know that this was a sign of his exhaustion of patience.

"Or..." Shu Mengfu paused, with a hint of malice in his eyes, "His skills in bed are particularly good?"

"Speaking of this," Yan Zonglang suddenly stopped tapping his fingers on the sofa, "Is Miss Shu happy to see her idol?"

The corners of Shu Mengfu's eyes twitched imperceptibly, she pretended to be calm and said, "What do you mean?"

"Last week Xiujie came to Nancheng for a concert, and I arranged for you to have dinner with him alone," Yan Zonglang said, "Should I thank you for being able to sleep with my idol?"

"You..." A trace of panic flashed in Shu Mengfu's eyes, "How do you know?"

Yan Zonglang didn't answer, and said ruthlessly with a calm face: "The well water does not interfere with the river water, which is a good thing for both parties. I think Ms. Shu probably doesn't want me to take the time to teach you this truth in person."

The summer in Nancheng is hot and humid, and even the breeze in the evening carries a sense of warmth.

Shu Qingmo dragged the suitcase in one hand and two bags of Xinjiang native products in the other. He planned to carpool home with Zheng Gongxun and Li Lili, but he didn't expect to see a familiar face in the pick-up hall.

"Master Shu, Mr. Yan asked me to pick you up, please follow me."

The driver took the luggage and pockets from Shu Qingmo's hands without saying a word, and then walked straight to the parking lot without looking back.

Shu Qingmo was a little embarrassed. He looked at Zheng Gongxun and the two and said, "Professor Zheng, come with me. My home is near the Academy of Fine Arts."

Li Lili lives in the student dormitory of the Academy of Fine Arts, but Zheng Gongxun's home is a little further away.

In the end, the driver sent Zheng Gongxun home first, and then sent Shu and Li to the Academy of Fine Arts.

After getting off the car, Shu Qingmo didn't go home immediately, but came to Mozhai on the old street with souvenirs.

"Master, come and eat melon!"

Shu Qingmo put a huge cantaloupe on the counter with a bang, and Wu Yunmo's glasses on the bridge of his nose slid down in fright.

"Authentic Xinjiang Hami melon." Shu Qingmo said, "Come and taste it."

"You little bastard, you don't say hello when you come back." Wu Yunmo complained about Shu Qing's last sentence, but his eyes couldn't hide the joy in his heart.

He went to the house to process the cantaloupe and brought out a big basin, then he and Shu Qingmo lay on the rattan rocking chair at the entrance of Mozhai, chatting while eating the melon.

"Beijing Museum?"

Wu Yunmo was fascinated when he heard Shu Qingmo say that he met Chang Yue'e by chance, and he couldn't finish eating the melon in his hand for a long time.

"That's right, that's the museum." Shu Qingmo said with a smile, "This year's National Day, the museum has to catch up with a gift event, and there is not enough manpower, so a group of people have been recruited. The rest are recommended by cultural departments from various places for interviews. I was appointed by Dean Chang."

"Oh, hand-picked?" Wu Yunmo said cooperatively, "Yes, young man."

"I didn't expect to gain so much from a trip to Xinjiang." Shu Qingmo said with emotion, "But Master, when I go to Beijing, there will be no one to talk to you."

"Who said that?" Wu Yunmo said disgustedly, "I have so many neighbors here, how can I need you to talk with me?"

Shu Qingmo knew that Wu Yunmo didn't want him to be concerned, so he said that on purpose.He asked, "Tell me, Master, have you ever been to Beijing?"

"Beijing..." Wu Yunmo's expression was lost for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.He took a bite of the cantaloupe and said, "I've been there."

"Did you go there when you were young?" Shu Qingmo also took a bite of melon and asked casually, "What was Beijing like back then?"

"It's pretty good." Wu Yunmo said, "At that time, the country had just established a special economic zone, and the coastal areas were not so developed. Going to Beijing felt novel."

Shu Qingmo nodded, thinking that it should have happened more than nine years ago.

"Master, are you traveling to Beijing?" Shu Qingmo continued to ask.

Wu Yunmo didn't answer immediately, after he ate up the melon in his hand, he gave a vague "hmm".

"Speaking of it," Shu Qingmo said, "President Chang said that in the [-]s, my grandfather was invited to the museum to restore famous paintings, and he brought three apprentices there."

Wu Yunmo paused when he threw the melon rind.

"One is Shu Guohua, and the other is my mother, she is a junior junior sister." Shu Qingmo said, "It seems that there is another senior brother, I don't know who it is."

Speaking of this, Shu Qingmo looked at Wu Yunmo and asked, "Master, do you know him?"

"I don't know." Wu Yunmo packed up the leftover melon rinds, and said uninterestedly, "It's getting late, and you've been on a plane for a day, go back and rest."

After taking most of the souvenirs to Wu Yunmo, Shu Qingmo's luggage became much lighter.

He dragged his suitcase and walked in the direction of the community. While feeling the friendly and familiar environment around him, he took out his mobile phone to report to Yan Zonglang that he was safe.

[Shu Qingmo: Mr. Yan, I'm back to Nancheng. 】

The phone vibrated twice quickly.

[Yan Zonglang: Good. 】

[Yan Zonglang: Did you go to Beijing to live with a classmate? 】

[Shu Qingmo: Well, I've already agreed with him. 】

[Yan Zonglang: If it's inconvenient, just tell me, and I'll arrange a place for you. 】

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Shu Qingmo's mouth. He stopped at the gate of the community and focused on sending messages to Yan Zonglang.

[Shu Qingmo: Okay. 】

[Shu Qingmo: Mr. Yan, see you in Beijing. 】

【Yan Zonglang: Well, see you in Beijing. 】

Warning for the next chapter: Xiao Qingmo will not be able to go to Beijing for the time being, she will be wronged, and the scene on the copy will appear soon.

ps The article is halfway through, I will definitely let my son turn against the wind (???_??)?