Flash marriage does not end well

Lin Qian never thought that he would be involved in painting exhibitions and auctions in this life. The balance of all the bank cards in his wallet is added up to buy a picture frame. I am afraid that he will be tested for eligibility.

The invitation letter that was handed to him was flipped to the back, and there was a silhouette photo of the gallery where the art exhibition was held. He recognized it as the highest-grade gallery in City B. He had visited it when he was in college, and was dazed by the reflective floor there. open your eyes.At that time, some senior sisters joked that they would come here to buy Lin Qian's paintings when they became rich women. Now that the senior sisters have become rich women, I don't know, and he can't even get a painting out.

Lin Qian didn't want to go because of the closeness to his hometown. He glanced down at the start time of the auction. It was only two o'clock in the afternoon. There was a high probability that he would not be able to make it there in time, and he didn't know what Wen Zhihan was thinking.

Thinking of Wen Zhihan, the scene of breaking up with him that day reappeared in front of his eyes again, Lin Qian seemed to be blown all over his face by the cold wind that night, feeling vaguely unhappy, and highly suspicious of Wen Zhihan. In fact, Han didn't really invite him to go, he just wanted to greedy him.

He opened his mouth, and was about to refuse, but Assistant Qin handed over a folded brochure, which matched the design of the invitation letter, and turned to the last page.

"The finale lot of this painting exhibition is the work of Mr. Han Jing, and it is also the last one circulating on the market. Mr. Wen is determined to win it today, and you are here. After all, you are a student of Mr. Han, so you should go and see it out of emotion and reason." Yes. Mr. Wen said that the previous ones are not important, Mr. Han's shooting time for this picture will start around five o'clock, as long as you arrive before five o'clock."

Lin Qian swallowed it all at once, and couldn't say any more words of rejection, and moved her fingers unconsciously.He looked back at Han Dong and Wen Yang, Han Dong was the first to understand his eyes, stretched out his hand to embrace Wen Yang, and said, "Go, come back early."

Lin Qian nodded and stood up, still holding the invitation letter and foldout book in his hand, and the faint fragrance from it wafted away as he got up.He paused, glanced down at his down jacket that smelled of hospital disinfectant, couldn't help scratching his head, pulled Assistant Qin over, and faltered about the suit he returned two days ago.

It's so embarrassing that I can't just pass by dressed like this.

Fortunately, Assistant Qin was careful and foresighted. After Wen Zhihan asked too much for an invitation letter, he sent the suit returned by Lin Qian to the nearest hotel for dry cleaning. It was just right to pick it up later. .

Lin Qian breathed a sigh of relief, but was reminded by Assistant Qin, remembering what Wen Zhihan said that day, booking a room for him to rest, when he asked, the room had not been returned yet.He glanced at his shadow through the glass on the door of the ward, and was even more embarrassed, then he asked Assistant Qin if he could go over and take a simple shower.

Assistant Qin smiled: "Of course."

The hotel is indeed not far away, less than two kilometers away from the hospital, and it took less than 10 minutes for Assistant Qin to drive Lin Qian there.After asking for an extra room card from the front desk of the hotel, and bringing back the dry-cleaned suit, Lin Qian went upstairs alone, swiped open the door, and quickly got into the bathroom.

Assistant Qin is still waiting. He hasn't washed it for too long. He hastily changed into a suit after wiping his hair until it was half-dry without dripping water. , It was almost packed, he didn't have time to think about it, and went out the door directly.

But unexpectedly ran into Wen Zhihan next door who pushed the door out at the same time.

Looking at each other for two seconds, Wen Zhihan came back to his senses first, put his hands behind his back on the door, the lock clicked shut, looked from top to bottom, and finally fell on Lin Qianbangan's hair.The wet hair was sticky in strands, falling on his forehead, ears and back of his neck. Compared with the pure white shirt, it looked darker, and under the light of the corridor, it looked like a mass of smudged ink.

Wen Zhihan frowned unconsciously, and his tone seemed a little unhappy: "Assistant Qin didn't tell you to arrive at five o'clock? Why are you in a hurry and your hair is still wet?"

Lin Qian was choked up, but he had a short mouth, so he could only lower his head and said in a muffled voice, "It will take an hour to drive there, just open the window and blow for a while."

"...Are you out of your mind?"

Lin Qian was taken aback, "What?"

Wen Zhihan took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows, and slowed down his speech: "I mean, if you play like that, you will definitely have a headache when you come back at night."

As he spoke, he took a step forward and stretched out his hand, "Room card."

Lin Qian came to his senses, said "Oh", obediently took out the room card and put it in his palm.

The door of the room was opened again, Wen Zhihan went in familiarly, and took out a white hair dryer from the bathroom cabinet.

"After the hair is dried, it will take a few minutes."

A moment later, Lin Qian stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom holding a hair dryer, secretly glanced at Wen Zhihan who was waiting at the door, and murmured a few words under the cover of the whirring wind.

He didn't understand where Wen Zhihan's swearing care came from. Although people were treated well by him, they felt strangely unhappy.

The hair was blown quickly, hanging softly by the ears, and there was a faint fragrance of shampoo. He put the hair dryer back and walked out silently.

Hearing the commotion, Wen Zhihan turned his head and glanced at Lin Qian. There was no extra expression on his face. He stroked the hem of his clothes and was about to lift his feet when he saw a tie slipping out of Lin Qian's sleeve and falling to the ground. Then his eyes subconsciously moved to his empty neck.

A few days ago, the picture of the kid from Ji's family getting so close to tie Lin Qian's tie popped up again, and he had to take a deep breath to dilute the inexplicable discomfort in his heart.

Lin Qian seemed to be embarrassed, and was stunned for a while.He stepped forward in a strange way, bent down to pick up the tie, and was only half a step away from Lin Qian, so close that he could clearly hear the sound of breathing between them.

The other party instinctively backed away, dodged, and slammed his back against the wall, then opened his eyes to the maximum, his pupils flickered, and he was obviously nervous.

Wen Zhihan probably managed to convince himself after only thinking for a second, then stretched out his hand extremely calmly, and raised Lin Qian's inner collar, silently, and tied the knot extremely skillfully.

This action was repeated so many times that he didn't even need to think about it, and he didn't have time to pay attention to Lin Qian's reaction at the moment. He was absent-minded, and a few words flashed in his mind over and over again.

I'm an alpha, it's normal for me to be unreasonable, and it's also normal for me to be a little possessive.

Although he pushed people to the wall without saying hello, it was more or less awkward.

Anyway, no one can control it.