Chapter 242

Some people say that Liao Zhenbo is a workaholic. It's no exaggeration at all. This can be seen from the number of study he owns.

In Liao's house. In addition to a study assigned to Fu Xiaoqian. He has two study rooms by himself. There is also a multi-function media room. It's used to communicate with subordinates and foreign partners. It's for video conference.

In the view villa. He also has a study. Because he only comes to live occasionally. So there are not many documents.

When Fu Xiaoqian lived here. No less than ten times into the study. Even with her eyes closed. All the furnishings in the study. She can remember it clearly.

So when Liao Zhenbo took her to the study. Her first feeling is that Liao Zhenbo must be joking with him.

"Why. I don't believe it. " A flash of disappointment on Fu Xiaoqian's face. Liao Zhenbo didn't miss it.

"Half a month. I've read almost all the books here. " Although Fu Xiaoqian did not directly answer Liao Zhenbo's words. But the implication of this sentence. But it is the most obvious expression of their disbelief.

Liao Zhenbo didn't like it either. He turned around and nodded on Fu Xiaoqian's nose. Turn around and walk into the study. With the distance of the body. His usual indifferent voice came. "See clearly. I'll only show it once. "

Fu Xiaoqian rubbed her nose. Turn your mouth behind Liao Zhenbo. The man took her as a child again. A pair of black eyes like crystal grapes. It was obedient to follow his figure all the time. He didn't miss every move.

Liao Zhenbo goes straight to his desk. The arrangement of this desk is very simple. Except for a pad and a pen holder with a signature pen. All that's left is an all-in-one computer. There are only three rows of drawers on the other side of the table. Drawer Fu Xiaoqian is also looking for things. It was opened. To Fu Xiaoqian's disappointment. There is nothing in the drawer.

Right now. When Liao Zhenbo opened the bottom drawer on one side of the table. He waved to Fu Xiaoqian.

Fu Xiaoqian came to him. Look at him from the top edge of the drawer. I found something similar to a plastic board. It's something that seems prosaic. But after being started by Liao Zhenbo. This transparent plastic sheet. It becomes a sophisticated control panel. Liao Zhenbo was prompted to input fingerprint information. Make identification.

Only through identification. This control panel works properly. After Liao Zhenbo confirmed his information. Take Fu Xiaoqian's hand. Press the thumb of her right hand where the fingerprint is entered. Along with her information is input to this panel. "Later. We can use it together. "

Fu Xiaoqian looks at the panel foolishly. Foolishly let Liao Zhenbo input his information into the panel. That's why I asked. "It's controlling something."

"Control our secret base." But when Liao Zhenbo talked about our secret base. There was an inexplicable touch in his heart. It turns out. Happiness is so simple sometimes. As long as there's a home. There's a girl around. With her, they have something that belongs to them alone. Sometimes it's a very happy thing.

"Secret base. Right here. " Although when I see this control panel. Fu Xiaoqian has a surprise in her eyes. But tell her that in such a clear space. There's also a secret base for them. Fu Xiaoqian is still suspicious.

Liao Zhenbo shoves the control panel into Fu Xiaoqian's left hand. It's wrapped in my own hand. Circle her from behind into your arms. "Come on. Facing that place. " He raised his finger. The bookshelf full of books.

"This is the moment to witness a miracle." He held her finger. Click on an open key on the control board.

It looks like a complete bookshelf. They were divided into two rows in front of them. Follow the hidden track. Moving slowly to both sides of the wall. Next in front of them was a revolving staircase. Down the spiral staircase. It's two Chinese style carved doors. Fu Xiaoqian took a look at the carved pattern of the gate. It's the style of the man.

The light in the room is a little dim. It's like all the curtains are closed. Fu Xiaoqian stood at the door. Look inside. It was black to the eye. Liao Zhenbo has turned on the main light. In a flash, the lights are shining. Every corner was illuminated by the light.

Fu Xiaoqian just found out. It turned out to be a secret room. There are no windows. No wonder you can't see it outside. There's another room here.

Fu Xiaoqian goes in. She was a little surprised.

Chamber of secrets. It's not that she imagined that all kinds of gold and silver were piled up. This is somewhat similar to Liao Zhenbo's style. Money is important to him now. It's not enough to interest him. It's just the difference between one more zero and one less zero in his account. How could he open up a special place. To hold these things.

He did not insult the title of Confucian businessman. All the furnishings. It's all sorted out. In order. Bundles, rolls It looks like the calligraphy and paintings or masterpieces that he repeatedly opened and put away. There are also some antiques and four treasures of the study.

Everyone says that Liao Zhenbo is a rich man. But Fu Xiaoqian never had such a cognition. But now she realized that she was married to a rich man. A rich man in spirit. As for the huge data on his property. Fu Xiaoqian has been described by others. But she never really calculated that data herself. I'm afraid even Liao Zhenbo himself can't accurately report that data. And just those. They are not what Fu Xiaoqian pursues.Someone once said that. Life is a long practice. Partners are the most important companions and mentors. With someone so rich in spirit. There are many wonderful discoveries in life. Liao Zhenbo brings her more than discovery. It's a growth of life.

In the mild light. In the most prominent position. It's her tin box that keeps secrets. It's like he renovated it. And then it was carefully preserved. There is no trace of time that has been buried underground for more than ten years.

I can see who collected it. What kind of mentality and mood do you use.

She went straight around the tin box. He came to the bundle of folded pictures. I took a roll with me. Untie the string above. Scroll because of gravity. Rolling. In front of Fu Xiaoqian.

It's just a very common dress design. It's a little immature. From her current professional perspective. There are also many places where the design is unreasonable. How can not reach the level of collection. however. It looks familiar. She turned her head. Ask Liao Zhenbo silently.

"Why. You forget yourself He held one end of the picture. She asked with a smile.

"Should I remember?" She asked.

"By your own hands. I thought you'd be impressed. "

"My own hands." No wonder there is a sense of familiarity. But she couldn't remember when it was painted.

At this time. Liao Zhenbo is in the hands of Fu Xiaoqian. He completely took over the picture which was carefully set by his watch. "It was the first semester of your freshman year. The first assignment handed in. Because. I have some friendship with your head teacher. So I got it. It's been preserved

After that. He followed the pattern carefully. It rolled up again.

"And this volume. It's your first time in a school competition. The works listed in the exhibition. that. I also listen to your head teacher. Your school held an exhibition of College Students' design works. One of your works called peacock dance was selected by the school for exhibition. I went to your school at the first time of the exhibition. I want to see your work. I saw you in the exhibition room. To be exact, it should be you and zhuoran. " Liao Zhenbo said that. I don't want to go on. She was at that time. For him, it's just a distant existence. And now. She was right in front of him. Within reach. So real. So. Those that have passed. There is no need to be mentioned again.

That day for Fu Xiaoqian. It's also a happy day. She really took zhuoran to see the design exhibition.

G big. It was a small society full of talents. It's full of young men and women. That's when the hormones are at their peak. So a lot of times. The expression between lovers is direct and explicit. To celebrate. Kiss each other. That's nothing.

Liao Zhenbo said. He came just after the exhibition. Then she has direct intimate contact with Zhuo ran. He should have seen it. Fu Xiaoqian is like a child who has done something wrong. Turn around and walk away from Liao Zhenbo. He went to a row of shelves with models. In transparent boxes. It's an architectural model made by Liao Zhenbo himself. Put them all together. It should be a complete Liao house now.

It's in the middle of the shelf. Fu Xiaoqian saw a very special box covered with cloth.

Fu Xiaoqian gently picked up the cloth. It turned out to be her very tender home planning map. When she was painting. It's just a whim. Then he drew it. When she comes back. She didn't even know what she was drawing. And this man is so accurate to express it.

"You know." Fu Xiaoqian points to the building model. Turn to ask Liao Zhenbo.

"Just keep all your pictures in mind. And then they overlap. The result is such a model. " Liao Zhenbo's words are light. But if you open that tin box. You can see that over the years. How many such drawings did Fu Xiaoqian draw.

Let's not talk about the numbers. For example, he only uses money to measure time. There's no time to study this mess. It's barely graffiti drawings.