Chapter 97

After the atmosphere in the room subsided, Tang realized that he might have said something wrong.

"Why do you suddenly ask such a question? That's a lot of talk. " She whispered in her heart.

The man in front of him was silent for a moment.

Light and shadow cut his face very handsome, like the kind of sculpture with a good golden section ratio in advance, which is perfect from every angle.

Finally, he spoke slowly.

"It doesn't seem to be your business."

Then his figure disappeared at the door, and the door was closed.

The light in the corridor and the light in the room were cut off. At this time, Tang Fengrui patted his head.

Sure enough The other party doesn't want to answer this question at all.

She's really in the wrong head to ask this.

One night I fell asleep. The next morning, an alarm clock called Tang Rui out of bed.

"Get up! Wake up! Wake up! Get up

Tang Furui slaps the alarm clock on the ground, and her hair is in a mess.

"I'll go. It's half past eight."

She got out of bed. Half of the information she read last night was still on the desk. She had planned to get up at 6 o'clock today and make up for it a little bit. Unexpectedly, she went to sleep until nearly 9 o'clock.

She got up quickly, changed her clothes and used breakfast downstairs. She was the only one on the empty dining table. She couldn't help asking, "where's the young master?"

"The young master has already gone out. He said he would come to pick up the young lady before the painting exhibition in the afternoon. He also told us that the young lady slept late last night, so don't disturb her."

Tang Rui felt a sweat in her heart.

This Huanjing is really a magical species. It's just that she sleeps later than her. She gets up earlier every time in the morning. How much perseverance does it take to stick to such a stable routine every day?

"Oh, the young master has also got up." The maids looked up and opened a chair one after another.

Huan Tianzong came down the stairs with a little yellow hair. His face was calm, his head slightly lowered, he sat down at the table and rubbed his hair.

In the whole process, he didn't even look at Tang.

Don't know when, Tang find Rui found himself in front of the young man into the blacklist.

The sound of the collision between the spoon and the porcelain plate sounded on the dining table, very clear and with a deliberate alienation.

After breakfast, Huan Tianzong wiped his mouth and calmly stood up and left.

Tang Rui was silent and went back upstairs to continue to look at the information on the table.

In the afternoon, the luxury car at the door stopped there on time to meet her.

When Tang Meirui came downstairs, the driver skillfully opened the back seat of the door for her. Tang originally thought that he was picked up by himself just like the last time he went to the party. Unexpectedly, as soon as the back door opened, Huan Jing was in it.

"Ah?"

She was a little flattered.

"Surprised to see me?" Huan Jing looks up.

The iPad in his hand is the data of today's stock market. Ten minutes after waiting for her, he is quietly dealing with what he is doing in the car.

"Nothing, just a little..."

She thought for a long time, looking for an adjective to describe the picture at the moment.

"It's a little grand."

Finally she came to a conclusion and got in the car.

This exhibition is a small one. At the end of the exhibition, there will be an auction and a meeting of painters. The works on display are the paintings of six contemporary painters, all with long English names. Tang gave up when she read the seventh letter.

"Huanshao, it's very kind of you to come here."

At the door, a man in a suit eagerly received them. By the way, a short pruned rose was inserted into Huan Jing's suit pocket.

Why do you want to insert a rose at the neckline when you participate in the exhibition? For a man, such Sao not Sao Bao, Niang not Niang gun?

With a sneak glance, Tang Furui suddenly discovers that Huan Jing and this flower have formed a nice visual effect!

Huan Jing's neck is black, his windbreaker is black, and his hat brim is black. The only thing that can be said to show is his white face.

This kind of gloomy black and white clear picture, let his whole person did not smoke. And don't in the neckline of the beautiful rose, but to his whole body image added a lot of points!

So, Tang has nothing to say.

Huan Jing took her from corridor a to corridor B, from this school to that school, and there were not many people chatting up. This makes Tang Furui feel that his hard work will be all in vain?

The next second, someone said a few words beside Huan Jing.

Huan Jing nodded slightly, then whispered in Tang's ear: "I'm going to leave for ten minutes. You stay here for a while."Tang Rui: "OK."

She didn't think much.

Big boss is a man with a lot of resources. How can she think more when she goes out to deal with something temporarily?

So Tang looked for Rui and wandered around the exhibition hall for a while.

Walking, I suddenly heard a familiar voice not far away.

"Qin Shao, what do you think this painting represents?"

Looking along the voice, you can see Chen Meimei holding Qin Haotian. They seem to be walking in the viewing channel intimately.

Tang Rui just wants to pat her forehead!

Why don't you want to meet all the people!

Subconsciously, she turns around, stealthily blocks her face with her hand, and walks in the opposite direction.

But the more subconsciously they reject the sound there, the more uncontrollably the hearing spreads to the other side. Tang Meirui hardly took much effort to hear Qin Haotian ask: "there is a naked woman on it. What do you think it represents?"

The oil paintings here are mainly realistic. You don't have to think about it. The painting that Chen Meimei refers to must have a very heavy meaning.

"People want to hear from you," Chen Meimei said. "Do you think the woman above is good-looking, or am I good-looking?"

Qin Haotian: "are you talking about face or figure?"

Chen Meijiao smiles in Qin Haotian's arms.

"Qin Shao is the worst." After a pause, she asked, "how's your face? What's your figure like? "

Tang can't hear what Qin Haotian has answered.

She walked faster and faster, as if to completely shake off the two voices behind. Fortunately, those two people are totally addicted to their own version of love words, and don't see Tang Meirui here at all.

"Master Jing, master Jing, when are you coming back?"

Tang Furui looked in the crowd. He didn't know which direction he was going. He even lost his shadow in a flash.

Is there any dark room on the wall here? He went through the wall and disappeared in front of her?

Now in the basement, a huge gambling table stands in it.

There are dozens of people around on both sides. The bodyguards in sunglasses all wear suits and ties and look meticulous.

"Young master Huan, it's really a shame for us to come here."

A faint smile appeared on the face of the man sitting opposite the table.

In the dim light, I can't see the man's face clearly. His face seems to be shrouded in the shadow. The brightness is extremely low, the contrast is extremely high, and the blur becomes a dark mass.

If you have to make a careful identification, you will find that a man's eye is covered by an eye mask, slanting across the whole face, and one third of the face is removed at once.

The other eye, which was still exposed, was shining hard to see clearly in the dark, just like a pool of stagnant water which was difficult to stir.

"It seems that today is a good day," the dark man said, and the atmosphere on the whole gambling table was a little bleak. He did not squint and asked his subordinates behind him, "what's the date today?"

Man: "number 17."

The man pauses for a while, showing an obscure smile again.

"Seventeen? It seems that it's a few days later than the date we agreed. "

This sentence, pointed directly at sitting opposite Huan Jing.

All the bodyguards around felt the chilly killing intention, and immediately straightened their backs and came forward.

Huan Jing made a "stop" gesture and raised his arm slightly, indicating that everyone would not move.

He turned over the black suitcase on the table, facing the man with the blindfold. With a simple knock, the suitcase was opened 90 degrees!

"Hiss..."

Everyone took a cool breath.

A whole suitcase, full of cash!

These banknotes in the light of refraction, it is particularly attractive, each one is suffused with people can not refuse the color.

"So much..."

Someone couldn't control himself and muttered softly.

Huan Jing calm mouth: "although a few days late, but will not let you down."

Across a table, the eyes of the man opposite clearly showed the essence of greed.

The light flashed by, enough to brighten his face in a short half second.

He looked at the young master in front of him, who was said to be standing at the top of the pyramid and controlling half of the city's financial resources, and his eyes were full of praise.

He didn't make excuses, and he didn't bother to go over and over again. For ordinary people, if they hear the question of "is it a few days late", they will probably start to make excuses, make official remarks and make friends with each other.

But he was very calm. He paid twice as much as he had agreed. Once he opened it, he could directly block everyone's mouth.

People with strength don't need more nonsense at all.Although such a man does not show mountains and waters, his every move is not to be despised.

"Master Huan is so sincere. I like doing business with you. I don't have the copper money smell of a businessman! Cheerfulness! Atmosphere

Then he took the box, and the light went dark at this moment.

In the exhibition.

Tang Furui continued to be bored. She had seen all the paintings she needed to see. She went around and went back to the original exhibition hall. She moved slowly with the crowd. Unexpectedly, this time, she heard the rustle in a corner.

The rustle was too obvious for her to hear. Looking around, I found that the source of the sound was a sundry room in the corner.

The door of the utility room is half open, half of the light is thrown in and half of the light is blocked. It belongs to a place where the vision is relatively hidden, but even if it is hidden again, there will still be passers-by.

Tang mianrui stood at the door, a little bit to the inside of a head, see the picture let her gape!

In a pile of brooms, mops, garbage cans and tea baskets, there are two figures overlapped

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