The subscription ratio is insufficient, this is a sign of anti-theft, or the system is delayed. Su Qiao said: "What others tell me is not very credible. According to my observation, you just focus on your profession and don't care much about other things...

…”

She stopped drinking and just held the cup tightly: "Can I buy one of your paintings? No finished product, just a draft. I promise to keep it safe."

Perhaps it was because the atmosphere created by the bar was too good, or perhaps because Su Qiao's attitude was extremely sincere, Lu Mingyuan agreed: "I don't want to charge you money, you can go to the basement and pick it yourself."

Lu Mingyuan is an honest and trustworthy person. That night, Su Qiao went home with him. He took her to the basement and opened an inconspicuous iron door. Under the dim light of an energy-saving lamp, Su Qiao was surprised to find that the wall

It is covered with oil paintings of different styles.

In the corner were piles of discarded draft paper, like bricks, stacked into several pieces. The two of them were like tourists stepping into a different world, walking through the deep and cold basement, stopping frequently for those unique scenery.

Lu Mingyuan said: "You are the first guest to enter the basement."

He thought the energy-saving lamp was not bright enough, so he brought a flashlight. When the white light came over, Su Qiao covered her eyes and said knowingly: "Have you never let anyone in except me? Then for me, today is worth it.

A day to remember.”

She was not polite to Lu Mingyuan, and walked around the entire basement, even exploring the small room. Finally, she squatted in front of a row of wooden cabinets, took out a palm-sized statue, and played with it for a while under the light, but she was reluctant to let it go.

It's just a little goldfish carved out of stone.

Su Qiao touched the tail of the goldfish and said honestly: "It's lifelike and lifelike. They say you are a genius, Mr. Lu, you are not in vain."

She raised her head and looked at him: "I'm attracted to this goldfish. I don't want any of those oil paintings."

Lu Mingyuan leaned over slightly, illuminated it with a flashlight, and said disapprovingly: "This is something I spent a day completing to practice my skills."

Su Qiao raised her hand and put it on his shoulder - this was actually her habitual move. To a certain extent, her defensive mentality was not as strong as Lu Mingyuan's.

She communicated with Lu Mingyuan at close range: "Inspiration is such a fleeting thing, do you think I don't understand? I am very satisfied with the little goldfish you made in one day. It is better than the ones at the auction...

…”

Su Qiao suddenly stopped her mouth.

She realized that she almost slipped her words.

This situation has not occurred for many years.

I don’t know what kind of stone that little goldfish is carved from. It feels warm to the touch and has a delicate texture. When you hold it in your palm, you can feel its shape, as if it is a real fish, swimming in the sea in the palm of your hand.

inside.

Su Qiao held it and reflected in her heart. Did she show too much emotion and anger in front of Lu Mingyuan? Perhaps it was because of his cold reaction that she became more enthusiastic - she was not like this in front of others.

Lu Mingyuan's father was Grandpa Su Qiao's assistant. When Grandpa was alive, there were only two people he trusted most. The first was his only assistant, and the second was his eldest son. He lived a lifetime of deep suspicion and tried his best to stay in power.

He used nepotism and served as both chairman and general manager, so that before the sudden car accident, all the top-secret files within the group were controlled by him alone.

Billions of assets, countless net worth, and intricate network of connections are enough to make a person look down on family ties.

But Su Qiao may never expose the relationship between Lu Mingyuan and him in his lifetime. Of course, it can't be concealed, and Lu Mingyuan will find out one day.

But not now.

Although he caught the key point and asked: "What auction? You said half of what you said, don't you feel uncomfortable holding it in?"

Su Qiao hugged her knees and said nothing.

Lu Mingyuan called her: "Xiao Qiao."

Su Qiao found that if she ignored him, he would call her that. Out of some kind of psychology, she didn't want to talk anymore.

As a result, Lu Mingyuan didn't pronounce "Xiao Qiao" again. He threatened intentionally or unintentionally: "If you don't speak, just return the little goldfish to me. This goldfish has been lonely for too long and needs a chatty owner."

Su Qiao argued: "I usually don't talk much. You just don't want to give me the little goldfish, right?"

The basement is airtight and does not have a single window. However, the topography of this secret room is special. There is only one floor between it and the balcony above. If it is in an absolutely quiet environment, the sound from the ground can be heard.

It was quiet in the middle of the night. After a while, a few tentative barkings of dogs were faintly heard.

Su Qiao was about to speak, but Lu Mingyuan stretched out his hand and touched her neck. For a moment, she held her breath and touched her pocket, but soon, Lu Mingyuan's hand moved up and finally covered her mouth.

.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Listen."

What are you listening to? She couldn't ask.

Lu Mingyuan sat directly on the ground like a robber. He held Su Qiao in his arms and held her tightly at the same time. Su Qiao was sure that his heart was still, because she did not see any change in his expression on his face.

Until not far above his head, there was a sound similar to the cracking of a whip.

His expression finally broke. He frowned, lowered his head, puzzled, and sighed silently in her ear.

The air flow across the tip of her ear. She relied on her intuition, her heartbeat quickened, and she moved closer to his arms. She rested her chin on his shoulder, knowing that Lu Mingyuan would not push her away at this time, so she became even more presumptuous, before he

A slight rub on the shoulder.

It may have been a long time, until Su Qiao's legs became sore and numb due to poor blood circulation due to maintaining the same posture for a long time, before Lu Mingyuan said, "Did you hear that sound?"

Su Qiao spoke very softly: "I heard it. Who is using the whip?"

"No," what he said sent chills down people's backs, "it was a pistol equipped with a silencer that fired a bullet."

Then he said lukewarmly: "Can't you change companies? Is there only one law firm in Beijing?"

Phew, my back hurts when I stand and talk.

Su Qiao cursed in her heart.

She hugged the wine bottle tighter, rested her chin on the mouth of the bottle, and said tit for tat: "What about you, Lu Mingyuan, why don't you terminate your contract with Jiang Xiuqi's agency? Is there only one agency in London?"

Before Lu Mingyuan could answer, Su Qiao explained: "Actually, Jiang Xiuqi is very good to you. He tried his best and used all his resources to build momentum for you, but you two have completely different concepts."

She murmured: "My relatives are different. My brothers and sisters all want me to die."

The words were spoken in a very small voice, and only she could hear them.

The lush grass became a scapegoat. Su Qiao vented her anger and pulled out a piece of grass, but its rhizome was deeply rooted, bringing out a few pieces of soil, all of which sprinkled on her shoes.

"How much do you know about my father?" Lu Mingyuan suddenly squatted down and looked at Su Qiao, "Have you heard about what he used to do in the company?"

Su Qiao said without hesitation: "Be the assistant to the chairman."

Lu Mingyuan corrected: "That's what it says on the surface."

Su Qiao leaned forward and said: "The chairman is dead. On the day of his car accident, the entire road was blocked. As for what his assistant did secretly, is it important?"

Lu Mingyuan did not answer. From Su Qiao's perspective, he could see his Adam's apple and collarbone. With an attitude of appreciating art, she looked deeper into his collar.

The two are very close.

As expected, Lu Mingyuan stepped back and sat on the soft grass. He found a corner in this busy street.

If it is a sunny day, there will be many people sitting like him. Gray-feathered pigeons will also appear in groups, holding their little scarlet paws, competing to grab the crumbs falling from the sky.

At this moment, there was no one around.

Lu Mingyuan was silent for a long time and asked: "You lawyers don't care who your employer is, you can get things done if you pay them, right?"

Su Qiao laughed: "Besides me, how many other lawyers have you contacted?"

"You are the only one." Lu Mingyuan said.

When he said "You are the only one", his eyes never left Su Qiao's eyes. She stared at him unceremoniously, feeling a little itchy for no reason, and then her mouth became dry, so she took a big sip of wine.

Lu Mingyuan added: "You are quite dedicated."

Su Qiao replied: "You finally praised me once."

Lu Mingyuan said in confusion: "This is the last time."

He had no intention of wasting time. He stood up on the spot, faced Su Qiao who had just praised him from a high position, and issued an eviction order: "I will give you a return ticket."

Su Qiao took a deep breath.
Chapter completed!