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Zhao Xing sighed and turned around.

It was unknown when the spine had bent into a curved bow. At a glance, the back of the figure looked somewhat desolate.

Xiao Yi frowned and thought for a while before finally shaking his head in vain: "For a mental illness like this, I still need to take a step by step to figure it out. If anyone else wanted to help me, I wouldn't be able to, so there was nothing I could do. I hope that after Yuan Yuan returns, she will accompany Old Secretary more. Think back on the warm scene and let him come back to life. "

This Old Secretary was sick, Zhao Xing treated all the guests that came to visit him. including the Secretary Niu, all of them were refused entry. Old Secretary Zhang Weimin needed to cultivate in absolute silence. A casual smile from the others could cause Old Secretary to experience emotions from it.

Zhao Xing had done quite well in this aspect.

Therefore, Xiao Yi was more at ease. He might as well write down a prescription himself, then go to the pharmacy to get the medicine and cook it himself. In the middle of the summer, Xiao Yi held a palm-leaf fan, which was flickering with small flames.

Regarding Old Secretary Zhang Weimin, Xiao Yi started to care from the bottom of his heart. Other than the women around Xiao Yi, there was no one else in this river. Most likely, Zhang Weimin was the only one that Xiao Yi was most concerned about. Xiao Yi had helped Xiao Yi a lot along the way, to the point that he couldn't even count the amount of help he had.

Now, Zhang Weimin's body was weak, and he had let go of everything.

He no longer cared about how his Pen Hall had been selling them recently, and whether he still had stock. He did not care about the rise of the Jianghua Group, whether it had improved or not. All of Xiao Yi's thoughts, were completely on Zhang Weimin.

In the middle of the summer, Xiao Yi personally cooked the medicine and carried it up.

When Zhang Weimin saw Xiao Yi's sweating appearance, he was moved. Only then did he accept the medicine in Xiao Yi's hands and drank it all down. However, after Zhang Weimin drank a few mouthfuls of the traditional Chinese medicine, he sighed again, "Back then, Zhengming was as capable as you, and as young as you. Except, I'll never see him again in my life. Ah, life is a strange thing. "

Xiao Yi stood at the side and looked at Zhang Weimin as usual, and felt his heart ache.

… ….

After giving Zhang Weimin the medicine to cook and drink, Xiao Yi placed the medicine pot down well. He sat on the sofa in the hall and took out his cell phone to call Zhang Yuan Yuan. Seeing Zhang Weimin like this, he was sure that he needed someone to protect him. Zhang Yuan Yuan was the most suitable candidate.

However, just as Xiao Yi took out his phone and was about to make a call … With a bang, the door was pushed open, and then Zhang Yuan Yuan rushed in like a tornado.

Cowboy canvas shoes with short white sleeves look pretty young. It was just that, in this moment, Zhang Yuan Yuan's face was red to the ears, and she was panting heavily, obviously rushing in anxiously.

"Is my dad okay?" Zhang Yuan Yuan looked nervously at Xiao Yi, and asked anxiously.

"I'm fine." Xiao Yi forced out a smile: "It's upstairs, you go take a look first."

Immediately, Zhang Yuan Yuan ran upstairs in a hurry. As she ran, she shouted loudly, "Dad, Dad, I'm back! Yuan Yuan is back! Yuan Yuan is back! "

The voice was loud, clear, and melodious, filled with uncontrollable excitement. However, the voice still carried a faint tremble, revealing Yuan Yuan's worry.

If it was any other time, Zhang Weimin would briskly walk out the door, and smiled at Zhang Yuan Yuan in an affectionate manner: "My Yuan Yuan is back."

But this time, there was no response from Zhang Weimin's door. Zhang Yuan Yuan panicked and quickly ran into Zhang Weimin's room. When he saw his father's loving face in front of his eyes, Zhang Yuan Yuan finally relaxed and smiled: "Dad, I'm back."

Zhang Weimin turned his head and looked at Zhang Yuan Yuan: "Yuan Yuan, you're back!"

It was the same scene, the same person. Zhang Yuan Yuan returned home the same every time, excited and excited. She was the first to find his father and tell him about the sweet and bitter days they had spent together. But, this time Zhang Yuan Yuan did not change, the old house did not change. His father had changed, no longer feeling the joy of seeing him in the past.

The skin on his father Zhang Weimin's face looked dry and wrinkled. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes were even more numerous. Sitting on the bed, he fell into a daze. It was as if he was reminiscing about his life in the army.

"Dad, what's wrong?" In that moment, Zhang Yuan Yuan's eyes became wet with tears.

The corner of Zhang Weimin's mouth twitched, and he laughed bitterly: "Father is old, I can't take it anymore." These six simple words, however, made Zhang Yuan Yuan quickly shed tears like the rain. Zhang Yuan Yuan, as Zhang Weimin's goddaughter, had accompanied the Old Secretary for a long time. In her mind, even if the sky were to fall. His father would still rush forward to fight against the heavens.

In her mind, her father was a true man who could support both heaven and earth. However, at this moment, the true man suddenly said that he was old and that he couldn't do it anymore. This bitterness caused Zhang Yuan Yuan to shed a tear that dripped down. She rushed forward and hugged her father Zhang Yuan Yuan, and cried bitterly.

Xiao Yi who was downstairs sat on the sofa, frowning. The door opened, and a man in his thirties walked in. He was tall and strong, strangely handsome, and so beautiful that he looked like a woman. If there really was one word to describe it, it would be that the man had a fox-like face.

The moment Xiao Yi saw the man walk in, her gaze immediately swept across him like a blade, and spoke in a stern voice: "Who let you in, get out."

Xiao Yi was not in a good mood initially, but in this house, he needed to rest. As a man swaggered over, it instantly aroused Xiao Yi's anger.

Hu Mei's face, which had just entered the room, slightly froze for a moment. Then, she raised her head and looked at Xiao Yi, and said word by word, "I wanted to come in myself."

"You came in yourself?" After Xiao Yi heard this, the anger on his face grew even stronger. "Since you wanted to come in by yourself, are you going to crawl out on your knees, or lie down and get out?"

"Just kidding." The fox like face man sneered and arrogantly said, "Miss Zhang brought me here. You wanted to kick me out? "Then, let me ask you, what virtue and ability do you have to force me out of this house?"

The fox like man was not afraid of Xiao Yi at all as he walked in step by step. Sneering coldly, they confronted each other and asked aggressively.

"Who am I?" Xiao Yi let out a cold laugh, and then, said word by word. "I'm's father's sworn brother, who do you think I am? So what if Yuan Yuan brought you here? Get out. Otherwise, I will kick you flying. "

"Her father acknowledged him as his brother?" The fox like face man walked closer to Xiao Yi step by step and coldly said: "What kind of thing is that? Zhang Yuan Yuan held an art exhibition at the SH and rented our exhibition hall. Do you know how much it costs to rent a day? Fifty thousand a day. She rented it for two weeks. Six hundred thousand. So far, the exhibition hall has let her rent, did not give us a cent, just want to leave. At that time, if she didn't go back, who would she look for? Stop trying to play tricks on me. Wherever Zhang Yuan Yuan goes, I will follow him. Otherwise, you will compensate me with the seven hundred thousand for the rent of our exhibition hall? "

Hearing that, Xiao Yi immediately understood. It turned out that the creditor had caught up with them.

This art exhibition held by Yuan Yuan across the entire country did require a large amount of investment for its initial stage. Brush watercolor paper and poster advertising, I'm afraid they are not a cheap income. With a big city like SH, it was even more expensive to hold an exhibition.

With Zhang Yuan Yuan's current economic level, it was indeed a little difficult. Although Zhang Weimin might have some spare money, but how could she have the face to ask for this? Moreover, did this Zhang Weimin actually have a question mark?

Thus, looking from Zhang Yuan Yuan's perspective. The best way was to rent an exhibition hall. After the cost is recovered, the rent for the exhibition hall is repaid.

In this way, the snowball would get bigger and bigger. As his income slowly increased, so did his reputation. Then, in the field of painting, this Yuan Yuan could be considered to have truly mastered the path of painting.

Only, Xiao Yi did not understand. Why did Zhang Yuan Yuan rent such a expensive exhibition hall, it must be a bustling place, and also a pretty good one.

Could it be that the series of paintings with the theme of water really filled Zhang Yuan Yuan with confidence?

frowned, deep in thought. The fox like face man coldly snorted and then swaggered his way up the stairs. While walking, he said, "Seven hundred thousand, you can buy an old house in such a remote place. Now, do you still have the guts to stop me and expel me? No one has ever dared to act so impudently in front of me in all the years I've been here. As the saying goes, a tiger falls on a plain and is bullied by a dog. If you want to be powerful in front of me, you have to weigh your own weight first. "I am the head fighter of the Sun family, and I don't accept the treatment."

This foxy-faced man arrogantly threw down his words in an aggressive manner. From the beginning, he had never even glanced at Xiao Yi. He immediately lifted his leg and followed the stairs, preparing to climb all the way up.

Xiao Yi's gaze instantly turned cold and his entire person looked like an angry lion. Finally, he stood up from the sofa and disappeared from where he stood like a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of the foxy-faced man. A kick flew out, sending the foxy-faced man flying.

The foxy-faced man was the head thug of the Sun family. Just like that, Xiao Yi kicked him into the air, causing him to spin around in the air.

However, Xiao Yi's eyes were cold. Once again, his entire body was suspended in the air. A flying kick landed on the butt of the foxy-faced man, who was still flying in the air.