After a blind date with the big iceberg

"I'm afraid it's not a little painter."

Shen Yu took off her sunglasses and continued, "No. The champion of the ancient style group in the 18th National Painting Competition, the famous young painter Zhong Youming, known as 'Zhong Shen', am I right?"

Zhong Youming shook his wide sleeve with his right hand, and stretched out his big hand with well-defined bones, "Boss Shen, the most popular bookmaker, has long admired his name."

Shen Yu looked down at the hand in front of him, smiled brightly, stretched out his hand and said, "Jiu Yang."

Knowing each other's public identities broke the defense of complete strangers, and chatting was much more casual.

After a while, Shen Yu felt like meeting an old friend.

The light ancient costume is framed on the clean and neat body, there is an ancient exquisiteness in the steps, and the charm of the ancients is contained in every gesture.

The literati's speaking style gave Shen Yu a sense of comfort like a spring breeze.

The gradually deepening yearning was diverted, and the deeper and deeper steps stopped.

Shen Yu carefully looked at the so-called storefront. There were pictures of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum hanging on the wall, and lifelike portraits of people on the other side.

"Is this your studio?" Shen Yu asked.

"You can think so." Zhong Youming brought tea from the next room, the small cups were exactly the same as those seen in ancient TV dramas.

Shen Yu smiled: "Don't you have a bigger cup here?"

Zhong Youming laughed, "I was negligent, wait for me."

"No need, I asked too much." Shen Yu stopped the person who was about to leave again, drank a cup of green tea, and sighed, "Good tea."

Zhong Youming rolled up his sleeves to refill Shen Yu's glass, and poured it for himself again, with graceful movements.

Shen Yu suddenly remembered Bai Chen's pretentiousness, and lamented the difference between people.

Zhong Youming's temperament is more in line with the identity of an artist.

Shen Yu looked at the ancient costumes that had limited mobility but were worn out of temperament, and asked curiously: "Do you 'receive customers' dressed like this every day?"

With a little familiarity, Shen Yu felt a little joking.

The original normal rhetoric was changed by Shen Yuyi, and Zhong Youming choked on the tea: "It is to receive guests."

Shen Yu didn't speak, but with a smile in his eyes, he drank another cup of tea.

The more you describe, the darker.

Zhong Youming gave up and continued to answer the previous question: "Occasionally I wear it, and the personal experience is helpful for the characterization."

Shen Yu leaned on the back of the chair, and before he had time to ask about the varieties of potted plants in the garden, Li Chi had already pushed open the wooden door rashly.

Zhong Youming was about to welcome the guests, but Shen Yu took the first step: "He is my friend."

Several people introduced each other, and Jiang Jiang and others visited several houses full of ancient styles and eye-catching paintings.

Chen Jie followed Jiang Jiang closely, and occasionally his eyes fell on Shen Yu and Zhong Youming.

"As expected of my brother Yu, this communication ability is absolutely amazing, and it will take a while for us to have dinner together."

Li Chi's words let everyone know the dinner arrangements.

Zhong Youming readily accepted Shen Yu's invitation, and returned to his room to change out of the cumbersome ancient costumes.

Jiang Jiang walked up to Shen Yu's side, raised eyebrows and winked, "Don't forget that there is an upright undercover following."

Shen Yu looked at Chen Jie, smiled casually, "What can he do to me?"

Chen Jie avoided his eyes with a guilty conscience, and looked sideways outside, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

"Brother Yu, your eyes were murderous just now." Li Chi said funny.

While old friends were chatting and laughing, Zhong Youming, who had changed back to normal clothes, walked slowly.

With the loose old clothes gone, casual suits give people a new look.

Under Zhong Youming's introduction, several people followed them to a famous store on the pedestrian street.

Some ethnic minority-style decorations have exquisite patterns on the dishes.

"The homemade fermented rice in this store is very good, do you want to try it?" Zhong Youming poured a glass and put it in front of Shen Yu's table.

The two were very close, the painter was too enthusiastic, and Chen Jie made a masterpiece for Qin Hao's alarm.

He pretended to be looking at his phone, took a picture of this slightly ambiguous scene, and sent it to Qin Hao immediately.

Today is the day when the person in charge of the "Characteristic Town" project reported. The project went smoothly than expected. As soon as I got back to the office, the phone rang.

Shen Yu's sun-like smile in the photo made him nostalgic.

But the person who made Shen Yu laugh was not him, but an unknown stranger.

This made Qin Hao unacceptable.

After asking Chen Jie for details, the people who were busy eating didn't pay any attention to Qin Hao's message.

After all, Chen Jie is not a professional undercover agent, so he thinks it is enough to do this job.

Qin Hao held the mobile phone, the veins on the palm of his hand bulged, and there was a crisp sound between his knuckles.

A pair of eyes want to penetrate the screen and tear the redundant people apart.

The mobile phone continued to be ravaged, and the fuselage showed signs of deformation. Secretary Zhou knocked on the door and entered, and was startled when he saw the boss with a fierce face.

"Boss, what are you doing?" Zhou Hao swallowed nervously.

Qin Hao took off the phone and regained his composure, "It's okay."

Zhou Hao reorganized his words, "Mrs. Shen sprained her ankle and is heading to the hospital."

"What's going on?" Qin Hao immediately raised his vigilance.

"Mrs. Shen misses Young Master Shen, lost her mind while walking, and accidentally sprained herself." Zhou Hao reported the truth.

"Go to the hospital." Qin Hao picked up his coat, and Zhou Hao followed quickly.

In Nancheng Hospital, Shen's mother didn't hurt her bones, but her sprained ankle was a little red and swollen, and it was difficult for her to walk and she was temporarily hospitalized for one night.

When Qin Hao arrived, Shen's mother had just laid down and was a little surprised when she saw her son's partner. They hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Although he was dissatisfied with Qin Hao for not coaxing his son back to Nancheng for so long, his elder demeanor did not disappear because of the sprain.

Qin Hao learned about the injury from the doctor, and he was relieved to know that it was not too serious, "Pay attention to your body."

After visiting the sick, Qin Hao did not leave.

Shen's mother and Shen's father looked at each other, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Qin Hao wanted to use Shen Yu's injury to trick Shen Yu back to Nancheng.

Shen's mother's injury was not serious, and the swelling would subside the next day. She never thought of disturbing her youngest son's trip because of this incident.

"He didn't want to see me, but I wanted to explain the misunderstanding myself."

This is the first time for Qin Hao to ask someone in a suit.Although unskilled, the posture of bowing at ninety degrees is in place.

"please."

Father Shen patted Qin Hao's shoulder, making him straighten his chest: "We won't tell him about his mother's injury, and you can figure out the rest yourself."

"Thank you."

Qin Hao was warned before leaving: "It's not a wise choice to lie to him, no matter what the consequences are, you have to bear it yourself."

Qin Hao nodded in agreement and left the ward.

Distressed that Shen Yu ran around all night, he didn't implement the plan immediately.

At night, Shen Yu dreamed of Qin Hao, this time it was the prince behind the Rose City Wall.

Early the next morning, Zhong Youming came to the homestay where he was staying and invited Shen Yu to have breakfast, this move shocked the rest of the friends.

"The painter's intention is too obvious," said Li Chi.

Chen Jie and Jiang Jiang agreed.

The strange thing is that Shen Yu didn't refuse the abrupt invitation, but agreed with a smile.

The three were puzzled.

Shen Yu was hiding his selfishness, he wanted Zhong Youming to help him draw "Icebergs and the Sun", using the snow peaks he took on the grassland as a reference.

Breakfast was in a poetic and picturesque shop. During the leisurely chat, Shen Yu raised her expectations, and the painter readily accepted.

The road back to the B&B is a path decorated with flowers.

Shen Yu walked in front, and the painter deliberately lagged behind, so as to appreciate Shen Yu's every move.

Seeing that the B&B was not far away, the painter stopped suddenly and called to Shen Yu: "Although it was sudden, it might be presumptuous, but what does Boss Shen think of me?"

Shen Yu only regarded him as a new friend, or as the boss who was about to help him complete the painting. When he heard Zhong Youming's question, he was a little puzzled, but based on his brief acquaintance, he seriously evaluated: "A very talented painter."

Zhong Youming continued to guide, "I mean as a person of the same sex."

Shen Yu replied again: "A kind person is easy to make friends."

Zhong Youming was helpless, and stepped forward: "I mean, how about considering it as a love object?"

This is a question that Shen Yu has never thought about, "You have to ask the person you like to know about this. Everyone has different standards."

Zhong Youming took another step forward, and the two of them got very close, "Then what if I say that person is you?"

Shen Yu's pupils were visible to the naked eye, and when the opponent's breath hit his nose, he quickly backed away and opened the distance.

"Sorry, I have a partner."

The atmosphere is tense, and at this time, the fact that the Cold War is still in the air is ignored.

The painter felt sorry, sad: "Sorry, I was rude, I should first ask if you are single."

Just when Shen Yu was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, Chen Jie rushed over: "Xiao Yuer, Auntie is sick."

Shen Yu immediately grabbed the phone, and on the screen was a picture of Shen's mother lying in the hospital bed.

"Boss Qin" was written impressively at the top of the chat interface.

Shen Yu typed in the dialog box, "I'll go back right away."

Worried about his mother, he forgot to say goodbye to the artist for a while, and only thought of contacting his father and elder brother on the way to the airport, but why didn't they answer the phone?

Anxiety rose in Shen Yu's heart.

The three of Chen Jie, who were also kept in the dark, couldn't stop worrying about Shen's mother.

They bought the closest flight, and the waiting time was too long, Shen Yu was worried.

He wanted to call Assistant Wang and blame him for not telling him immediately. He suddenly thought that Assistant Wang was sent to another city for investigation today.

After getting off the plane, Shen Jin called and said that the driver was waiting for him in the parking lot, but hung up the phone in a hurry without explaining.

The behavior that made Shen Yu puzzled increased his uneasiness.

Clenching his hands tightly against his chin, the worry between his brows became more and more intense.

When he arrived at the hospital, he got out of the car and rushed to the floor where his mother was.

Outside the door, he took a deep breath, made a lot of mental construction and pushed the door in, but saw the well-dressed mother holding his father's arm and preparing to leave.

"Mom, are you okay?" Shen Yu was a little puzzled.

Shen's mother didn't expect her son to come back so soon, so she quickly adjusted her mentality, "Are you back from your trip? My feet are fine, but there is still a little pain. The doctor told me to go home and recuperate."

"Dad, why didn't you answer my phone?" Shen Yu asked his father again.

Father Shen said, "Why are you calling me? My phone is on silent, maybe I forgot to turn it on."

The acting skills of the parents are not superb, which is a little lame in front of Shen Yu.

He didn't expose it because he knew who the culprit was.

After helping his father to help his mother into the car, Shen Yu said: "Go back and take a good rest. I will go home later to accompany you."

He snatched the driver's car keys, drove directly to Qin's Group, skipped the front desk in a huff and went straight into the special elevator.

After receiving the report from the front desk, Secretary Zhou took away those who were in the way ahead of time, leaving only Qin Hao to wait in the office.

There was even a bouquet of welcome roses hidden under the desk, but Qin Hao guessed that it was not suitable to send flowers today.

Soon the office door was pushed open, and Shen Yu came in aggressively, punching Qin Hao directly in the face.

A muffled grunt responded to Shen Yu's long-lost greeting.