On the day of the divorce, Lao Gong lost his memory

"Boss Lin is still in the meeting, and it will take about 10 minutes." Ning Qi brought Shan Cen to Lin Lu's office, "What should Shan Shao drink?"

Shan Cen sat down on the sofa, "Water, thank you."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Hot water was brought in quickly.

Ning Qi still had work, so Shan Cen let her go out first, and only after he was left alone in the office did he look around.

In my mind, this was his first time here.

The office adopts a minimalist style. Apart from the desk and bookshelves, the things placed are only a set of sofas on which he is sitting, so the whole office looks very empty. With the French windows on the front wall, the view becomes more openness.

And the things are all black, concise and at the same time give people a sense of coldness, which matches the coldness of Lin Lu when he was the boss.

It can only be said that it is worthy of Ming Xia's CEO's office.

After a while, Shan Cen looked away, and he took out his phone to check the time.

Only then did I realize that two hours ago, Lance, whom I met abroad last time, sent a message.

[Lance]: Hey!Friends, I will arrive in City A in a week.

Flight information is attached at the back.

Shan Cen's eyes widened slightly after reading the message. He thought that Lance was just talking, but he didn't expect that the other party really wanted to come to learn Huaguo traditional Chinese painting.

Such persistence is also a god-man, no wonder he can achieve such great achievements.

He typed back: Welcome.

Because of the time difference, it should be midnight at Lance's side, so I originally thought that there would be no reply, but I didn't expect Lance to reply almost instantly.

[Lance]: Hehehe, don't forget to introduce me to the teacher!

Shan Cen thought for a while, and called Pu Xiao.

It took a while for the other side to pick it up, "Shan Cen? What do you want me to do?"

Pu Xiao sounded a little tired, Shan Cen frowned slightly, "Did I bother you?"

"No." Pu Xiao rubbed his sore eyes from long-term use, and said softly, "What's the matter?"

Shan Cen gave an 'hmm', stood up and walked to the window, "I have something to ask my brother for help."

Pu Xiao was taken aback when he heard this. This was the first time Shan Cen asked him for help after he met him.Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for a while, it became a little different. He chuckled and said, "What can I do for you? Tell me."

That posture, as if he could do it even if he wanted to pluck the stars in the sky.

Shan Cen talked about Lance coming to City A to study Chinese painting, "You know a lot of Chinese painting teachers, do you have any recommendations?"

"No, wait a minute." Pu Xiao's drowsiness was immediately wiped out, and he sat up straight, "Is the Lance you're talking about the Lance I know?"

Shan Cen raised his eyebrows, could it be that Pu Xiao is still a fan of Lance?

"If you're talking about the Lance of the oil painting world, it's him."

"Fuck!" Pu Xiao swears directly, "Is it true?"

Shan Cen: "Really. So brother, do you have a suitable teacher to recommend?"

"Yes!" Pu Xiao coughed a little embarrassedly, "Isn't the most suitable one right in front of you?"

Shan Cen raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

Pu Xiao: "..."

Does he have to say it himself?

He coughed lightly in embarrassment, "cough... I think I am very suitable."

Shan Cen curled the corner of his lips and asked deliberately: "Will it be too much trouble? I heard from the teacher that you have been very busy recently."

"..." Pu Xiao wanted to say, not only was he busy, but he wished that there were 48 hours a day, and he would sleep all the time when he got home. He obviously lived in the city center, but his life was like living in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests. He almost forgot to blow up the bomb. The chicken tasted off.

But in order to be able to teach idols, no matter how busy he is, he has to make time.

"It's okay." He said, "It just so happens that the work of the museum will come to an end recently, and I have time."

Shan Cen: "Well, then I will push your contact information to him."

Pu Xiao was already happy in his heart, but he still maintained his personality on the surface, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Shan Cen sent Pu Xiao's contact information to Lance and asked him to contact him.

After receiving it, Lance sent him a bunch of thank you emoticons, and swiped the screen directly.

Shan Cen directly replied to him with six points.

[Lance]: When I arrive in City A, I will treat you to the famous hot pot in Huaguo!

[Lance]: I heard it is very, very delicious, is it true?

[Shan Cen]: It's true.

[Lance]: [Star Eyes] Then I must try it!

[Shan Cen]: Yes.

"Have you been waiting long?"

The office door was suddenly pushed open.

Shan Cen turned around, and saw Lin Lu striding in, "Just arrived."

"Did you miss me then?" While speaking, Lin Lu had already opened his arms and embraced him.

Shan Cen subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the door, and only relaxed after making sure that the door was closed. Fortunately, he was not seen.

It's just that he is still worrying about whether their current appearance will be badly affected by people looking at them, but the other party has already acted coquettishly because he didn't hear his answer, "Baby, do you think I?"

Shan Cen pushed him away indifferently, "No."

Lin Lu's mouth narrowed, and his eyes immediately filled with grievance.

Just as Shan Cen wanted to speak, he saw him saying earnestly, "Honey, it's not good to lie."

Shan Cen: "..."

No way!

Then just don't talk about it.

He raised his hand and pinched someone's waist directly.

"hiss--"

Lin Lu was in pain, and backed away a few steps with a cry of surprise, then covered the pinched place, and complained to Shan Cen with mournful eyes: "Honey, you are murdering your own husband."

Shan Cen glanced at him, ignored him, went straight back to the sofa and sat down, "What do you want me to do?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" Lin Lu grinned and rubbed his waist, then walked a few steps over and sat down next to Shan Cen, stretched out his hand and took him into his arms, and buried his face in the socket of his shoulder before muttering, " I just miss you."

Shan Cen: "..."

He kind of wanted to ask the person on him, how old is he?

But feeling the breath on the side of his neck, he pursed his lips, without saying a word, letting someone be rubbed against like a cat.

After a long while, Lin Lu finally let go after he finished absorbing the 'vital energy', "Are you hungry?"

Shan Cen felt his empty stomach, shook his head, "No."

After the words fell, there was a sudden grunt.

Shan Cen: "..."

Lin Lu laughed out loud with a 'puchi'.

Shan Cen stared at him red-faced, "Lin Lu!"

"Okay, I won't laugh anymore." Lin Lu was afraid of making people anxious, so he patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "I'm hungry, my baby is not hungry at all."

Gollum—!

Puchi!

"Hahahahahaha..." Lin Lu couldn't help laughing out loud anymore.

Someone's laughter echoed in the empty office, and Shan Cen wished he could find a crack in the ground to get in.

What a shame!

It wasn't until he sat in the dining room that Lin Lu stopped smiling and returned to normal.

Shan Cen was too lazy to talk to him anymore, so he ordered dishes, but all of them were light, less salt and less oil, the kind that cats could eat.

Lin Lu glanced at the tasteless dishes on the table, then at Shan Cen's expression, he didn't dare to make a sound, and obediently served him a bowl of mushroom soup.

"Drink the soup first."

"Ah."

Shan Cen picked up the bowl and tasted it, it was very fresh.

The corner of the lips blocked by the bowl bent an arc at some point.

It seems that you should have forgotten the unpleasantness in the meeting room, right?

After dinner, Lin Lu sent Shan Cen to the car, "Let me know when you get home."

"Ah."

The car drove out of the parking lot of Mingxia Building, turned the corner and disappeared at the end of the road, but the direction was not University A, but Nanhu.

In the garage, the parking space where the sports car was originally parked was vacant, so Shan Cen turned left and parked the car.

Going up to the first floor, the messy living room has been tidied back to the appearance of the model room.

Shan Cen didn't stop much, and went straight to the second floor.

His study room is on the left side of the master bedroom. He opened the door and went in. He looked around and found that it was different from the one in the bedroom which was restored by Lin Lu. No.

He frowned. According to his personality, if he really wanted to hide something, there was a 90.00% chance that it would be placed in the study, but judging from the current situation, it doesn't seem to be the case.

He closed the door and looked around the study carefully. He checked the bookshelves and desks but found no hidden cabinets or hidden doors.

Shan Cen closed the last drawer in a daze, did he really leave nothing behind?

Where were the portraits he remembered last time?

Shan Cen frowned, he pulled out his chair and sat down, thinking carefully, if he wanted to hide something now, where would he hide it?

That place must first meet several conditions.

First, it must be concealed so that it will not be easily discovered.Second, even if someone finds out, he can still go round.

Old house?impossible!

Since he wants to hide the painting from himself, it is impossible for him to put such a big handle at home.

Besides the old house, there are only two places, here, and the house I live in now.

It can't be where you live now.

Shan Cen took the lead in ruling out this place. First, because it was too small to hide things, and it was hidden in the place where he often lived, it was easy to be found, so he ruled it out, leaving only this place.

Shan Cen stood up and looked around again, not in the study, is there another place?

He got up and went out, starting from the bedroom, and looked from room to room until he searched the basement and garage, but found nothing unusual.

In the end, Shan Cen could only go back to the living room.

Just as he was thinking about whether he should even check the kitchen, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Shan Cen took out his mobile phone and found that it was Zhang Qi's call.

He answered in doubt, "Teacher Zhang?"

No one spoke for a long time on the other end of the phone, only a suppressed whimper could be heard.

Shan Cen frowned, "Mr. Zhang, what happened?"

Zhang Qi clutched the phone with one hand and covered her face with the other, tears fell like money.Even two days ago, she still felt that the future was bright, but now there was only darkness left, and she knew that she couldn't get rid of it by herself.

"Teacher Shan, can you help me?"