I made the hero cry in quick time

An Ruochu glared at him.

He gritted his teeth again and said, "What do you think, Zheng Lian looks like a mouse, and deserves to be called a beauty?"

"Zhou Qian, don't forget your identity." An Ruochu gripped him tightly and warned in a low voice, "You are here to protect me, not to pick up men, and this Zheng family and our An family are deadly enemies, and his identity I can't see you either."

He didn't want to see his bodyguard, because of his lust, he went around the back of the most annoying person.

What a shame.

Han Lie twitched.

He just exaggerated, this man can only imagine so much.

Just smiling secretly, Zheng Lian came over with champagne in his hand, smiling alluringly, "Ruochu, who is this handsome guy? Why did you change men again? Are you bragging about Mingche? I told you a long time ago I can't stay with him for long..."

"He's my bodyguard." An Ruochu raised his chin proudly, and without looking at Zheng Lian, he snorted coldly, "Mingche and I are on good terms. You don't want to be crowed here..."

Zheng Lian looked surprised.

He looked Han Lie up and down again, frowning slightly.

"It's a pity that such a handsome man is a bodyguard." Zheng Lian touched Han Lie's chest with his palm, and said softly, "Ruochu, give me your bodyguard. How about I return you two?"

Han Lie raised his eyebrows slightly.

This man looks like a fox, and behaves like a vixen who likes to seduce people.

An Ruochu couldn't stand it anymore, his face turned black, and he grabbed Zheng Lian's hand, "Are you crazy about men? He's my bodyguard. If you want to find a man, don't touch me." thing!"

This motherfucker is a born flirt.

He is the only son in the Zheng family, and Boss Zheng is worse than his old man.

"He's just your bodyguard, and he's not selling himself to you." Zheng Lian didn't care, and then looked at Han Lie, hooking his orchid finger and stroking his lips and smiling, "If you don't ask him at the beginning, in case He likes me too..."

As he said that, he even cast an electric eye on Han Lie.

An Ruochu got goosebumps from nausea.

I couldn't bear it any longer, so I pushed him, "Enough is enough for you, Zheng Lian! He won't like a sissy like you!"

Zheng Lian's face turned pale.

Looking at him, "Ruochu, we used to be friends too, do you have to talk to me like this?"

"You also said it was once." An Ruochu sneered, pulled Han Lie and turned to leave, but saw the host of the party coming, his face softened a little, and complained to the young man who came, "Chen Feng, Why didn't you tell me that he was coming too, I wouldn't have come if I had known."

Holding the wine glass in his hand, Chen Feng laughed loudly.

To An Ruochu, "Ruochu, we are all friends, don't I want to harmonize you, don't you really want to remember a lifetime grudge, if he made a mistake once, you plan to ignore him forever?"

"It's just you who have a lot of things to do." An Ruochu is a person who can't rub the sand in his eyes.

"Okay." Chen Feng stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "I found a painting a few days ago, you know that I like to share it with my friends when I have something good, so don't talk about the past today, let's give it together. How about my tasting?"

An Ruochu thought that he didn't have much artistic talent.

But don't let your friends down either.

With a stinky face, they entered the house together and went upstairs to the study.

"Ruochu, come here..." Chen Feng took out the scroll from the drawer, spread it on the table and opened it slowly, "Why did I have to ask you to come here, do you see if this painting looks familiar?"

An Ruochu had no interest at all.

But I saw the scroll slowly unfolding, and a woman appeared on it.

For a moment, his eyes widened. The woman in this painting looks very similar to her father's step-room Ren Ning. At first glance, she thought it was the same person.

"Where did this painting come from?" Han Lie changed his face. The woman in the oil painting was clearly the cheongsam woman in his photo, and the painting looked old.

Chen Feng hummed.

gave him a strange look.

This bodyguard doesn't seem to know the rules very well.Is there any reason for the bodyguard to intervene when the master is talking?

"Chen Feng, what did he ask you?" Seeing Han Lie's excited expression, An Ruochu urged his friend, "Quickly tell me, where did you get this painting from?"

When he asked, Chen Feng looked at An Ruochu with an even weirder expression.

Zheng Lian's eyes were also full of inquiry.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" An Ruochu looked puzzled.

"I bought this painting from the antique market. As you all know, I like these things." Chen Feng stroked the painting with his palm, and said to An Ruochu, "When I saw that this painting looked like your stepmother, Pay attention, but if you look closely, you are not alone."

Han Lie frowned, and said, "Which antique market?"

An Ruochu stabbed Chen Feng again.

Chen Feng casually said, "The market on Changmen Street is a store called Jubaozhai..."

"Mr. Chen, can this painting be resold to me?" Han Lie got some clues, so he couldn't sit still. He wanted to go there immediately, and wanted to take the painting away. He sincerely asked, "Any amount will do."

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.

This kid is just a bodyguard.

How much money will do?The tone is really not small.

"Chen Feng, you can make an offer and sell this painting to him." An Ruochu directly rolled up the painting and handed it to Han Lie, "He has a lot of collections, and it's not too little without this one..."

Chen Feng folded his arms around his chest.

Nodding in agreement.

Leaning at An Ruochu again, "Didn't you hate bodyguards the most before? Why are you treating bodyguards so well now? Could it be that your attitude towards bodyguards also depends on their appearance?"

An Ruochu rolled his eyes.

He said unhappily, "He protects my life, is there any problem with giving him a painting? What does it have to do with appearance?"

"Ruochu, don't let him protect you on your bed." No matter what Zheng Lian saw, Han Lie didn't look like a bodyguard, he was clearly a walking hormone, and it made people want to fall down.

Getting along with this kind of man day and night, I'm afraid he will change boyfriends soon.

Han Lie held the screen expressionlessly.

I am not interested in the topic they are arguing about, and I am thinking about painting in my mind.

"Even so, what's the matter? We're still sharing the same bed, what does that have to do with you?" An Ruochu gave Zheng Lian a cold look, does this bitch think that everyone is just as hungry and coquettish as him? Lang, when you see a man, go for it?

Even if they shared the same bed, it was a pure employment relationship.

It's different from a coquettish fox like him.

"What, you two share the same bed?" Zheng Lian and Chen Feng exclaimed at the same time.

"Why, can't it?" An Ruochu couldn't bear their fuss, and said angrily, "He is my bodyguard, of course he will sleep in the same bed, and when school starts, he will accompany me to class..."

Zheng Lian and Chen Feng looked at each other.

"Master An, can we leave?" Han Lie pulled him over and whispered, "I want to go out and do something."

When An Ruo first saw him, there was a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

agreed.

"Let's go, seeing some annoying people here, I didn't want to stay any longer." An Ruochu patted Chen Feng on the shoulder, "I'll pay you when I go back, you can play with this annoying mouse spirit slowly .”

Zheng Lian wanted to talk to him.

An Ruochu dragged Han Lie away.

The car left Chen's house and was on the way to the city.

An Ruochu finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, "Zhou Qian, why do you want this painting?"

Han Lie didn't answer, but just drove the car silently.An Ruochu got angry, "Hey, if I hadn't asked, how could Chen Feng have given you the painting? I've already helped, so why don't you tell me?"

Han Lie sighed.

After thinking about it, "I don't know how to answer, I don't know this woman, but I have to find her."

"How do you find someone with no name or surname?" An Ruochu frowned, "You don't even know who she is, why are you looking for her? Could it be that you are lustful because of her beautiful parents? You are really a man and a woman Don’t you avoid omnivorous food?”

No wonder Aunt Ren was asked last night.

He also thought about the woman in the painting, although she was very similar to Aunt Ren.

But it is indeed not alone, more beautiful than Aunt Ren, with a more dignified temperament.

"As long as you are a human being, you will always leave traces in the society." Han Lie is very confident, thinking that the woman in the painting looks in her twenties, and the real person is at least a middle-aged woman now.

Look at his excited expression.

An Ruochu felt a little unhappy.

He muttered, "I ask why you are looking for someone else?"

"Naturally, I have my reasons." With a smile on the corner of Han Lie's mouth, he opened the top of the sports car to blow the air, and looked at An Ruochu, "Master An, thank you for letting Mr. Chen sell the painting to me..."

Chen Feng and An Ruochu are in the same class, and it can be seen that they like arty.

Naturally, there is no shortage of money.

If he didn't open the mouth, he would definitely not sell it.

Then he can only go to the Chen family to steal paintings.

"No need, as long as you protect me well, a painting is nothing." An Ruochu waved his hand to tell him not to be polite.It can also be seen that he is not willing to tell himself about the woman in the painting, probably because he thinks they are not that familiar yet.

He didn't want to say it and didn't ask any more.

Not long after, they arrived at Changmen Street, and the two walked around this antique street for a while.

I found the shop called Jubaozhai.

When I met the boss in the store, Han Lie took out the painting and opened it to ask the boss, "Boss Zhang, does he know where did you get this painting?"

The boss looked him up and down.

Seeing that he didn't come to buy things, he looked like he didn't want to talk to him.

An Ruochu slammed his fist on the counter: he pointed blindly at one shelf, "That broken vase, that pen holder, that jade ruyi, I bought them all, can we talk about it now?"

The boss immediately put a smile on his face.

Touching the goatee's beard and holding his glasses: "This painting has been hanging in my shop for a long time. This kind of unknown work is usually in private collections. It may not be easy for you to get to the bottom of it..."

The boss told him the previous information about his acquisition.

Han Lie was a little disappointed, but he somehow got some news.

The two came out of the shop, An Ruochu was holding three worthless antiques in his arms, and was about to throw them into the trash can on the side of the road, when a man in a long coat walked up to him and bumped him on the shoulder.

An Ruochu was about to scold someone.

The man had just taken out the hand that was kicking in his pocket, and before he was ready to do anything, Han Lie stretched out his hand to hug An Ruochu's waist, and pulled him into his arms.

He turned around and kicked at the long-clothed man.

The man fell to the ground and the knife fell out of his hand.

His eyes turned hard, he straightened up like a carp holding the knife, and stabbed at An Ruochu again.

An Ruochu screamed in fright, hugged Han Lie's waist desperately, but heard a cracking sound, and saw that Han Lie broke the man's wrist, the knife fell to the ground again, and the man was kicked flying.

"Good kick, Zhou Qian, you are so good!" An Ruochu shouted excitedly.

Han Lie said nothing, grabbed him and left.