The subscription ratio is insufficient, this is an anti-theft sign, or the system is delayed. The "Uncle Lu" Ye Shu mentioned is none other than Lu Mingyuan's father, Lu Chen. As of now, where Lu Chen went is still an unsolved mystery.

Su Zhan wiped his hands with a napkin and said calmly: "Yes, he is abroad. After grandpa's funeral, Lu Chen went abroad and ran faster than a rabbit."

After this affirmation, no one spoke.

A dog barked nearby, breaking the silence at the banquet. The candlelight of the lampstand illuminated a dark shadow, and as the fierce dog approached, the shadow suddenly lengthened.

Su Zhan picked up a piece of raw meat and threw it on the ground, intending to feed it to the dog. The burly, fierce-looking Bordeaux dog lay at his feet, lowering its head like a knight visiting the king.

It stuck out its tongue, salivated, and took the food rewarded by its master into its belly.

Gu Ningcheng looked at Su Zhan very calmly: "After all these years, you still like to raise such ferocious animals. Are you interested in lions and cheetahs?"

"Not interested," Su Zhan stood up from his seat and said with a half-smile, "Cheetahs and lions don't recognize their owners. I raised them, and if they bite me again, I have to deal with it myself. How troublesome it is for you.

Say so? Brother-in-law."

He called the last "brother-in-law" very clearly.

Gu Ningcheng responded: "Isn't it?"

What is it? He couldn't tell himself.

After the banquet, he and Ye Shu went home together. The driver was driving in the front seat, and he sat in the back seat with a glass of wine. The smell of wine spread, but he could only smell it but not drink it.

Ye Shu was sitting next to Gu Ningcheng. Since their engagement, she had always been inseparable from him, like a loving couple. They attended formal occasions together and never avoided taboos within the company. Both parents were very satisfied and called it a relationship.

A golden match.

Where is the gold? Where is the jade? Gu Ningcheng took a sip of wine, his eyes darkened, and he looked at Ye Shu's face.

She lacked telepathy with him. At this moment, Ye Shu was not looking at him. She stared at her reflection falling on the car window. The necklace around her neck was shining finely. There was a round gem hanging at the bottom, and half of it was draped on the car window.

On the silky skin, half of it was inserted into the transparent bra.

Ye Shu suddenly said: "When I was a child, I was lively, noisy, and didn't like to sleep. The nanny told me stories. What were they talking about? They just told me Greek mythology and One Thousand and One Nights. These are books purely for children."

Gu Ning said sincerely: "How old were you at that time, six or seven years old? It's not appropriate to listen to these stories."

Being arbitrary is not his style. He quickly added: "The unabridged version of Greek mythology is erotic and violent. Zeus shows mercy everywhere, Medea poisons her son, and Oedipus kills his father and marries his mother. How could it be possible?"

Tell it to children?"

"Now, I want to tell you the story about the daffodils." Ye Shu adjusted the back of her chair and glanced sideways at him, "There was a boy who sat by the lake all day long, admiring his own appearance. He was beautiful everywhere he looked."

She seemed to be talking about herself.

Gu Ningcheng smiled silently.

Ye Shu added: "Then he died and turned into a daffodil. Isn't it wonderful? What did those people who made up stories think? No one appreciated his beauty, so he just turned himself into a daffodil.

do you died?"

She took off the necklace around her neck and put it into the secret compartment at the armrest. When she leaned over slightly, the collar became even lower - not just the collar, but her whole body was about to slide off the seat, with only her hands clinging to Gu Ningcheng.

His thighs snaked upward like a dexterous snake.

The driver in the front seat didn't dare to look back, and Gu Ningcheng in the back seat never lowered his head.

"Okay, Ye Shu, your home is almost here. It's just ahead." Gu Ningcheng straightened his clothes and looked out the window. As soon as he passed a green light intersection, he kindly reminded, "There's still one minute to go, you pack up."

Pack up and get ready to get off."

Ye Shu heard this and sat down again.

She held the necklace in her palm, and her face looked extremely ugly in the last minute they were together.

The breaking point is just before getting off the bus.

Gu Ningcheng did not squint, and the corner of his eye was not focused on Ye Shu. Ye Shu grabbed his tie, relaxed her fingers, slid it down, and then held it tighter. She urged: "Ning Cheng, what are you thinking about?

What, I can't figure you out."

He opened her fingers one by one and continued: "There are too many things in my mind, not just a thousand, but also eight hundred."

Ye Shu smiled and asked: "Is there anything related to Su Qiao?"

She twisted slightly, and the hem of her skirt covered his legs, covering everything in her field of vision like clear waves stirred by the wind.

Gu Ningcheng had to lift up the long skirt, put it aside, and continued to maintain his patience: "Who is Su Qiao? She is the business manager of Hongsheng Group, and the business director cannot do without her. Although no one on the board of directors supports...

"

He spoke too fast, his lips were dry, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"But none of you have seen the will. I heard that the will is in Lu Chen's hands," Gu Ningcheng said, "What if your grandfather leaves the company to Su Qiao? What will happen to you? Those consequences... Ye Shu,

It’s not that I haven’t thought about it.”

Ye Shu secretly gritted her teeth.

Su Qiao, who was far away on the other side of the horizon, sneezed for some reason.

At this moment, the city of Rome also fell into darkness. The buildings lost the light of day, and the church bells sounded closer and farther away. Su Qiao listened carefully, sat on the cold windowsill, and rang the bells with his fingers.

Glass.

She behaves playfully like a child.

Lu Mingyuan said from the side: "You sneezed several times. How cold is the window sill?"

Su Qiao smiled and said: "No way, you heard wrong."

She straightened her legs, keeping them level with the window sill, and said nonsense with her eyes open: "Ah, this place is so high, I can't get down."

Before she finished speaking, she used her toes to hook Lu Mingyuan, like a pestering fairy: "Mr. Lu, please carry me down."

Lu Mingyuan's answer only had two words. It was concise and to the point, without being muddled, and fully expressed his position.

He said: "Dream."

Su Qiao was stunned for a moment, followed his intention, and covered her eyes: "Then if I close my eyes now, I will be able to dream soon. Do you want to cooperate with me?"

Because of the last assassination incident of the plumber, the two of them lived together by chance - no one proposed or objected, it seemed that they were supposed to live in the same room, it was natural and natural.

Su Qiao enjoyed it, and Lu Mingyuan... He didn't know what he was thinking yet. But when time passed by minute by second - maybe he didn't wait long, he raised his hand to hold her slender waist, and the injury on his left arm

Before she was healed, he held her tightly with his right hand.

Just a brief friction made his palms hot and his fingers became stiffer. He paused for a moment and then continued slowly.

Through a thin piece of clothing, he seemed to touch everything, but also seemed to touch nothing.

Lu Mingyuan thought absently as he put his right hand around Su Qiao's waist with a little force, just like carrying a load.

Before the goods could be picked up, he fell into a trap.

Su Qiao escaped from his embrace, jumped off the window sill, and teased: "Your left hand is not healed yet, how could I really let you hug me?"

Jiang Xiuqi was filled with emotion: "Lu Mingyuan, which wealthy businessman have you met recently? I asked the companies I worked with before, but they didn't know."

Lu Mingyuan didn't know either.

There was still half an hour before the exhibition started, and Lu Mingyuan and Su Qiao arrived together. The entire exhibition hall had been prepared, and the chandeliers illuminated the room brightly. In the center of the main hall was an ingeniously carved statue of a galloping horse.

, there is also a man holding a sword on the horse.

Su Qiao took a step closer and studied the horse's mane carefully. She was surprised to find that the texture was so delicate that it could almost look real. But at the same time, she also wondered with lingering fear - did this mean that Lu Mingyuan had strong observation skills and was good at all kinds of knives?

, also familiar with the structure of the human body.

She couldn't help but think for a while.

On the other side, Lu Mingyuan was talking to Jiang Xiuqi.

Lu Mingyuan said: "Investors can be found through the exhibition hall. Thirty percent of the proceeds from the venue belong to the brokerage company. I have no other requirements. I just want to know the name of the investor."

"This is difficult to handle," Jiang Xiuqi replied, "I told you, that investor values ​​you very much. He paid a lot of money to buy this exhibition hall and only let you use it..."

In Jiang Xiuqi's social circle, there are many rich people from well-off families. They spend a lot of money, live a leisurely life, and each have their own preferences and hobbies. In Jiang Xiuqi's view, the boss behind Lu Mingyuan's sponsorship must be these rich people.

one of them.

Perhaps because throwing money at an unknown artist is not a decent thing in the industry, the rich man chose to remain anonymous and refused to disclose any private information.

After Jiang Xiuqi sorted out the cause and effect, he began to comfort Lu Mingyuan: "The contract he signed included a confidentiality clause. You and I can't find out even if we want to find out."

Security was in place in the exhibition hall, and staff in black suits were walking back and forth, with whispers everywhere. Many employees knew that Lu Mingyuan was the creator of these artworks, and gave him a friendly smile when passing by him.

Lu Mingyuan was not used to attending formal occasions as a host.

He said: "After the exhibition started, I went to the bar. Jiang Xiuqi, I leave this place to you."

Before Jiang Xiuqi said anything, Su Qiao came closer and asked, "Why? You are the author, Lu Mingyuan, why don't you join us in the exhibition?"

Lu Mingyuan said unreasonably: "What they should focus on is the work, not me."

Su Qiao smiled and said: "What a pity. I heard from Lin Hao that your name has spread among the circles of Chinese students studying abroad, and many female students have made appointments to come to the art exhibition to see how handsome you are.

There are so many young and lovely girls, are you willing to miss them?"

Lin Hao has no interest or enthusiasm for work, but he has rich resources. He has formed a private currency exchange group and occasionally engages in purchasing on behalf of others. He has been in various circles all year round and is familiar with fellow villagers from all walks of life.

A few days before the exhibition, Lin Hao posted messages widely in the WeChat group, almost exhausting his vocabulary in order to praise Lu Mingyuan.

Lu Mingyuan heard about this, but Jiang Xiuqi didn't know.
Chapter completed!