Marry a rich and powerful man after wearing women's clothes

On the night of the camping, Mu Qiufeng cried or not. I don't know, anyway, since the day when the wind collecting activity ended, the sense of alienation in him that strangers should not enter has become stronger and stronger.

The person is also indifferent, and the spirit is also in a trance, completely haggard and haggard after being hit by a broken relationship.

But Du Yiyi, who knew the inside story, could see a thing or two. In the eyes of others, they just noticed that this person's complexion was not very good.

In the early morning of this day, Mr. Ding, who was dressed in sportswear as if he had just finished his morning jog, came to the studio. The old man glanced at the scene in the studio, then looked at the three apprentices who were conscientiously hardworking, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Come on, take a break, I have something to tell you."

Ding Lao not only adopts a stocking model for his apprentices, but also loves fishing. He would never come to the studio to hang out if he has nothing to do, especially in the early morning wearing sportswear, which is even rarer.

Explain that there is something wrong.

Hearing his words, the three gathered around a square table made of old elm.

Four people, each in a different position, but with completely different expressions.

Du Yiyi was lazily resting on her chin with one hand, the dark circles under her eyes showed that she didn't sleep well last night, Li Yuan opened her two bright eyes, clasped the edge of the table with both hands, smiled shyly, and looked very cute.

The other person lowered his head slightly, his whole body was as silent as an abyss and a sea of ​​tranquility, exuding a dejected aura of dying.

Looking at the three people in front of him with a kind face, Ding Lao suddenly felt a sense of disobedience.

This feeling seems to be that the three of them are in the same room, but they don't belong to the same world at all.

The joys and sorrows of the studio are not interlinked.

Ding Laoduo glanced at Mu Qiufeng who was obviously in a "sorrowful" state on the left, then slowly looked away, cleared his throat and said, "Last night I received an invitation from the column team of "Jianbao", and said The painting and calligraphy tasting part, so I want to invite me to take a look."

Hearing this, Du Yiyi became more awake, and opened her drooping eyelids.

In a slow tone: "Since Master, you came here on purpose, you must have agreed."

Mr. Ding nodded slightly, and coughed in a fake way: "We who study Chinese painting should be indifferent to fame and fortune. I really can't shirk the invitation from my classmates."

Indifferent to fame and fortune?

You fly around all day long to participate in various activities, why are you so weak?

No one believed these words, but everyone was full of absolute respect for Master and never exposed it.

Li Yuan smiled, Du Yiyi pouted.

As for the other person, he had no expression or voice, and was still wandering.

"Then which one of you will follow me?" Ding Lao glanced at the three of them indifferently.

Du Yiyi was the first to shake her head, and said with a chuckle: "Master, you know, when I accidentally say something that shouldn't be said when my mouth is wide open, wouldn't it be embarrassing in front of the people of the whole country, I won't go!"

The last sentence was decisive and her attitude was clear. She had always disliked participating in such similar activities.

Mr. Ding touched his chin in understanding, looked at the two apprentices on the left and right, thought for a moment, and turned his face to the left: "Qiufeng, why don't you come with me?"

Mu Qiufeng is cold-tempered and difficult to get along with, but he has one advantage, that is, he never has stage fright, no matter what the occasion, he always looks indifferent.

Take him there, it's very stable, and there will be absolutely no problems.

Ding Lao had brought Mu Qiufeng to participate in many exhibitions before, and he never refused. He thought he would nod his head this time, but he shook his head slowly, and glanced lightly at the younger brother opposite.

The anticipation and curiosity revealed in a pair of bright eyes are particularly conspicuous.

Mu Qiufeng withdrew his gaze, and said in a calm voice, "Take your little brother, I have something to do recently."

The breath is weak and scattered, it doesn't look like something is wrong, but it seems that the body is not feeling well.

"...Is something wrong?"

Mr. Ding has dealt with all kinds of old guys all year round, and his eyesight has nothing to say. Now he has already seen that something is wrong with Mu Qiufeng.Without persuading him, he turned his head and said to the youngest apprentice: "Then follow me."

"Ah?" Li Yuan opened his mouth in a daze, and asked in doubt, "Master, why don't you ask me?"

Mr. Ding snorted softly, with a kind smile on his face: "You're almost writing the words 'I want to go' on your face, and your master is not blind. Well, first of all, let me tell you that I am not here to play, wait a minute I'll send you some information, go back and read more, and then buy decent clothes to wear on the show."

"Oh."

Li Yuan nodded obediently, and couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

He really wanted to go, not because of being on TV, but because of his love for shows like "Jianbao".

In his previous life, before he went to college, he and his grandfather would watch a "Treasure of the World" program on time every week. At that time, the two of them often argued about whether the things brought by the guests were genuine. Responsible for washing dishes.

Later, the picture polished by time gradually became a silent film, and the noisy noise of the debate disappeared, leaving only warm and nostalgic memories.

If I can participate in the "Appraisal of Treasures" program, I can make the old man below have fun for a while.

After the matter was settled, Mr. Ding sent Li Yuan the traditional Chinese painting materials compiled by his former apprentice, and let everyone disperse.

The information includes works of various famous artists and appreciation knowledge, more than 70 G, and it can't be read even in half a month.Knowing this, Mr. Ding focused on showing Li Yuan the works of the three painters shown on the show.

Li Yuan stared straight at the scanned picture of the original work that had never been seen on the computer screen before, feeling dizzy and happy like tasting a full banquet in Han Dynasty.

He was so engrossed in staring at the authenticity map that he didn't notice that someone was staring blankly at the little red mark next to his ear, took a heavy breath, and closed his eyes in panic.

On the other side, Ding Lao quietly called Du Yiyi out of the studio, and found a small backyard where he could talk easily.

He asked directly: "What's the matter with Mu Qiufeng? We haven't seen each other for a week, why is he a different person?"

When Du Yiyi was called out by her master, she guessed that she wanted to ask about Mu Qiufeng, but she couldn't make up her mind whether she should tell her master about the matter between the two juniors.

After all, Mu Qiufeng is still in a crush. If she wants to talk about it, won't it be an infringement of his privacy.

Du Yiyi thought about it for a while, and then said in an ambiguous way: "Junior brother, he has grown up."

If you lose love for the first time in your life, you will grow up.

"Grown up? What a mess!" Ding Lao said angrily, "Don't play dumb with the old man, talk like a human being."

Du Yiyi had no choice but to confess: "Junior Brother, he seems to have lost his love."

"Broken love?" Ding Lao was slightly surprised when he heard the words, but it was only a shock, and quickly said indifferently: "I thought the Mu family went bankrupt, but it turned out to be a broken love. It's normal, you have time to enlighten him."

Du Yiyi was noncommittal, and stood obediently without saying a word.

"This kid likes to be horny. He used to stay up for five days and nights for the competition painting, but now he is trapped by love..." Mr. Ding pondered for himself, then turned to Du Yiyi and asked, "Then the person he likes is from our school?"

Du Yiyi nodded.

"The man doesn't like him?"

This question is so heart-wrenching, thanks to the distance from the studio that the client can't hear it.

Du Yiyi nodded again.

"So..." Ding Lao thought for a while, "Then I will arrange for him to go to the museum for an internship for a period of time. If we don't see each other, he won't have time to think about it when he's busy."

This method is really good, so the master and apprentice made a plan and arranged a new place for Mu Qiufeng.

Du Yiyi originally thought that Mu Qiufeng, who was stubborn, wanted to guard his junior brother in the studio, but he didn't expect that the master would mention it casually at noon, and he agreed without the slightest consideration.

Maybe I couldn't hold it anymore and wanted to escape.

The sky is getting dark and the dusk is closing in.

Li Yuan has always been obsessed with Ding Laofa's information package, and the other people in the studio don't know when they left, and it was too late when they realized it.

More than 40 minutes later than the time to go home every day, he hurriedly packed his things, closed the windows and doors, and took a taxi after leaving the school gate.

The family member was afraid that he was in a hurry.

However, there was no phone call to urge her to inquire, so she shouldn't be sullen.

Recently, the old baby has become more and more clingy, and he will really get angry if he doesn't come home on time, and then he will vent his anger on him at night, and it won't stop for two or three hours.

And I don't know what's wrong, like a big dog, always likes to bite his neck or collarbone, even wearing a shirt with a collar can't completely cover the marks.

Li Yuan thought about it, and subconsciously touched the bright red that was freshly baked on his neck this morning. As soon as he touched the skin, suddenly, the wonderful combination of mist, tiles, and handrails flooded his mind, accompanied by a shiver that surged up his spine .

It is undeniable that the majestic sense of power that belongs to men is really fascinating.

Li Yuan rolled down his throat resolutely.

Why don't you wait until you get home and rest on the sofa before eating?

The moment this idea of ​​wantonness arises, Li Yuan hastily shook his head with blushing cheeks.

What are you thinking!

You can't be so shameless!

He rubbed his slightly flushed cheeks, opened the car window and let in a gust of cool evening breeze, only then did the charming reverie dissipate.

Then, he sent another message to the man at home:

[I was delayed in the studio for a while, but I will be right back, and I will be home in 10 minutes. 】

After sending the message, Li Yuan didn't receive a reply for a long time. Li Yuan frowned, feeling a little strange inexplicably.

But at this time, he had already got out of the car, so he didn't send any more messages, and walked straight home.

When he got home, the door was ajar, as if it had been specially opened for him.

Li Yuan felt nervous for no reason, swallowed a mouthful of saliva before carefully pushing the door open and entering.

As soon as he entered the door, he looked directly at the picture in the living room and was stunned.

It's not the terrible scene of being burglarized at home, but the weird scene that makes people speechless.

I saw three muscular men lined up fiercely under the curtains in the living room. An old man with silver hair and silver beard sat on the single sofa in front of him. He was the old man of the Sheng family.

Diagonally across from him was a tall man who was tied to a chair with streaks.

The dark-faced man raised his eyes to look at Li Yuan, frowned, his eyes filled with deep concern.

I don't know if he was speechless because of this set of operations, he twitched the corner of his mouth, but didn't speak.

At this time, the affectionate eyes of the two were silently communicating with each other. Someone couldn't stand it anymore and slammed his cane.

"Boom boom boom——"

A muffled tremor trembled at the apex of my heart.

Old Master Sheng stared at Li Yuan coldly, within two seconds, he looked away in disgust, and said sharply, "Come here, kneel down!"

Li Yuan clenched his hands tightly and didn't move at all.

At the same time, the tied man immediately stopped and said, "Don't kneel!"

Li Yuan's clenched palms were released, as if he had gained confidence and confidence, his back straightened unconsciously.

It's no longer the situation where he just entered the old house of the Sheng family and let others rub him against him, so he won't kneel!

Seeing this situation, the old man was so angry that his beard trembled, he simply threw away his crutches, and pointed at his unfilial grandson with trembling fingers: "You, you... If your father hadn't complained that you didn't go to the company, I didn't know you..."

With a wave of his arm, he pointed at Li Yuan instead: "You actually came to look for the vixen again! You have been given ecstasy soup, haven't you!"

Vixen?

It was the first time that Li Yuan was called a vixen by someone, and he was stunned and unable to speak with such a different vocabulary.

"You know you're a scammer, but you still come to find someone. You're a worthless thing, and you've completely embarrassed the Sheng family!"

"I'm happy." Sheng Lin replied nonchalantly.

Just three words made the old man angry again.

He stroked his chest, took a few breaths, and turned his eyes away from his eldest grandson who had already been poisoned.

Turning to Li Yuan, he seemed to be prepared and said: "You tell me how much money you need to leave him."

ha?

What the hell?

Do you always watch too many strange TV shows?

So, what should he answer now?

Suddenly, Li Yuan's mind popped up a bloody plot that he had seen somewhere.

With a thought, he said without thinking:

"No, I'm already pregnant with his child!"

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