Chapter 2

The statue was tall, covering the prototype of the facial features and limbs, and its expression was close to neoclassical. It was illuminated by the cold-toned table lamp, which reflected the unique halo of marble.

Perhaps because he didn't like to display a semi-finished product, Lu Mingyuan covered the statue with velvet cloth. After all, he was very concerned about strangers entering the house and lacked enthusiasm for entertaining guests.

He knocked on the door of a bedroom and arranged, "You live in this room."

His hair was wet and his coat was stained with rain. He wanted to take a shower. But Su Qiao was still here. She mentioned: "Your father was an assistant to the chairman in Hongsheng Group. He has been working as an assistant to the chairman for more than 30 years. In January this year, the chairman died in a car accident and his equity has not changed... The chairman has three sons, five grandsons and granddaughters."

Lu Mingyuan has heard of this battle for wealthy families.

In February this year, he received an email from his father, who said he would give up his domestic affairs and come to Europe to relax.

He realized that his father wanted to get out of a business dispute.

A middle-aged man who had been struggling in the world of fame and fortune for 30 years finally put his weight on his blood relationship. He did not hint at how his son would help him, and Lu Mingyuan did not take the initiative to ask.

Su Qiao believed that she had seen the right time.

She continued: "My teacher is your father's personal lawyer. She has worked for him for thirty years and treats him as a friend."

Lu Mingyuan took off his coat and put it on the hanger: "Paying friend?"

"It's okay to say that," Su Qiao gave in and said tactfully, "No matter what, they have been in love for thirty years."

Lu Mingyuan said: "You and I will have a day of friendship."

He walked into the bathroom with a bath towel. The sound of locking the door seemed particularly clear. The shower head was opened and the steam spread wildly. He stood in a mist. When he thought of living in the same room with Su Qiao, he became even more irritable.

The foggy mirror reflects his figure, both on the front and on the side, which can withstand harsh considerations. Unfortunately, no one appreciates this scene, and even Su Qiao, who is staying in the bedroom, does not have any charming thoughts.

She was like a decent guest, sitting in the assigned room, looking down at her emails.

The wind and rain outside the window are like a water curtain, washing away a single layer of glass. The hustle and bustle of the day disappear in the double baptism of rain and night. The flower pots forgotten on the windowsill are like an isolated island in the waves, with rich soil, but weeds everywhere, and pansy or drought lotus will never bloom.

Things didn't go as expected.

The emails received showed that even if Su Qiao went to the UK, her efforts might be futile.

She sent a message to her secretary: "If I get nothing within a week, I will return to my country."

The secretary was online for 24 hours and quickly echoed: "Okay, I will follow up with the technical team."

No matter how much they rely on the technology team, they cannot change their situation.

Neither Su Qiao nor the secretary pointed out this truth.

Su Qiao is still struggling and replying to today's emails as fast as possible. She feels sorry for herself and cannot win over the capable generals. But her advantage is that as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, she will persevere to the end.

When she finished her work, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

There were footsteps outside the door, and Lu Mingyuan did not sleep. He walked around like a wandering night watchman. Later, he finally stopped, but there was a loud sound of chopping the knife.

The blade hits the hard object and makes a "bang, bang" sound.

It is rhythmic and shocking.

A young male painter who lives in simplicity and has a lack of hobbies, swings his knife in the early morning and cuts something fiercely. On the way back, his fierce attitude towards alcoholics and his habit of swearing at any disagreement finally made Su Qiao understand that Lu Mingyuan is calm on the surface, like an iceberg, but in fact he has a bad temper and is flammable and explosive.

She opened the door and headed straight for the source of the sound.

Lu Mingyuan was in the kitchen, with his back facing her, holding a kitchen knife in his right hand.

Su Qiao stuffed a small self-defense electric baton into her pocket and asked him warmly and earnestly: "Hey, it's so late, what are you doing?"

"Make a chicken." Lu Mingyuan replied.

"Make a chicken?" Su Qiao laughed.

Lu Mingyuan heard her ambiguity. He stood the kitchen knife on the wooden board and picked up the packaging box of a whole chicken commonly found in Tesco supermarkets in the UK: "I want to stew chicken soup. Is it illegal, lawyer?"

Lawyer Su's smile remained unabated.

She said, "You can eat it if you want."

The kitchen lights were dim and Su Qiao suddenly approached. Perhaps because she had just taken a shower, the fragrance of the bath liquid on her body covered the fishy smell of chicken, and her long half-dry and half-wet hair was placed on her back, which reminded people of the water monster in the lake.

She changed into a nightgown.

The hem of the skirt just covers the knees, and the long legs are as white as jade.

Lu Mingyuan glanced at it, but what he thought was - she brought her pajamas and was indeed prepared.

He raised his knife and continued to chop chicken pieces, like a taciturn woodcutter, chopping firewood and picking up firewood in the deep mountains. He quickly processed the chicken, and threw all the ingredients into the pot, added water, put salt, pressed the switch, and left his hands alone.

Su Qiao said beside him: "When you stew this soup, can you share a bowl with me?"

She slowed down and casually said, "I only have a bowl."

Lu Mingyuan wiped his hands with a towel and answered the question irrelevantly: "Your room is still on, when will you go to bed?"

Su Qiao thought for a moment and told the truth: "It's two o'clock in the morning."

Lu Mingyuan hung a towel around his neck and said, "You see the heat, I'll go to bed first."

Su Qiao was stunned when she heard this.

She watched Lu Mingyuan leave, her back was tall and straight. His back muscles must be even and firm, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and slender legs, so even wearing an ordinary T-shirt, it can attract Su Qiao's attention.

She felt a little funny and thought Lu Mingyuan was very interesting.

The next morning, it was bright.

The rain never stopped last night. In the morning, the rain brought out fog, and the houses on the streets and alleys were immersed in the mist. Looking into the distance, you can also see the towering church spires and the cross standing at the top.

The thrush perched on the branches and cried, and the walnut trees intertwined with green shade.

Lin Hao held his dog in one hand and walked past the mottled tree shadows. He vaguely heard someone calling him. He turned around and saw Su Qiao holding an umbrella, walking towards him.

Lin Hao stood up straight and greeted her: "Yeah, good morning."

He was one meter apart from Su Qiao and was very polite. But his dog was abnormal and shook his tail and rushed forward, almost hitting Su Qiao with his paws.

Lin Hao tried hard on his hand, pulled the dog back, patted his head lightly, and educated him: "What's the matter? Sit it for me."

The dog lay down obediently, and its tail was still shaking hard.

"My family also likes to keep dogs," Su Qiao said suddenly, "especially large dogs."

Her garden has a special kennel and is equipped with experienced dog trainers. Of course, she will not say these details.

Lin Hao smiled and said, "My dog ​​is very brave and doesn't care much about strangers. Today it has changed his sex..."

Su Qiao heard what he meant.

She immediately introduced herself: "Hello Mr. Lin, I am Lu Mingyuan's personal lawyer. I work in Jincheng Firm and I also communicated with you through emails. You should remember me, right?"

Lin Hao held the dog leash tightly, put his hands in his pockets, and said with the flow: "Remember, remember, you are helping Lu Mingyuan's father, right?"

Before Su Qiao could answer, Lin Hao joked again: "I was quite surprised when I saw you and Lu Mingyuan home last night. He never took the girl home, so I don't know why he took you."

Why?

Actually, Su Qiao is not sure.

She smiled and joked: "Maybe Lu Mingyuan can see that I am a person who will pester me. Even if he doesn't take me, I will follow him and stay at his doorstep."

After telling this joke, Su Qiao added: "The contract is very important, I must talk to him in person. Lu Mingyuan believes in our firm, and we cannot let him down."

Lin Hao nodded and asked her casually: "Didn't you talk to him about the serious business this morning?"

Su Qiao sighed: "He got up very early and then went out."

Moreover, she didn't know where he went.

Before dawn, Su Qiao heard a sound of closing the door. She quickly got up from the bed, lifted a corner of the curtain, and found that Lu Mingyuan had walked out of the yard.

It was drizzling outside the window and dark clouds covered the sky, but Lu Mingyuan did not hold an umbrella. He only wore a waterproof jacket and a black baseball cap, and the edges of the hat were pressed very low.

Su Qiao didn't understand his actions, but Lin Hao understood it: "Hey, Lu Mingyuan is actually too lazy. He usually gets up at noon. If he gets up early, it means he is in a bad mood."

——If he gets up early, it means he is in a bad mood.

Su Qiao remembered this sentence.

After parting with Lin Hao, she went to a hotel and got her suitcase. When she dragged the suitcase back to Lu Mingyuan's house, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. It was not that she wasted her time on purpose, but because Lu Mingyuan's house was too sidelined.

It happened that today, there were guests at his house.

When the crack in the door was half open, you could vaguely hear the sound of conversation.

The aroma of hot coffee drifted in the living room, and the tea cup hit the glass tray, making a slight noise. The man holding the cup sat on the sofa and induced repeatedly: "Kevin, this is an opportunity that cannot be missed. Haven't you always wanted to hold an art exhibition in London?"

He took a sip of coffee, his eyes turned, and he happened to face Su Qiao.
Chapter completed!