Chapter 137

Zhou Suqin stood at the door with a love breakfast and looked at WES angrily. He came to him and said, "what did you take in just now?"

Wes stopped Zhou Suqin's way, without any expression on his face, "just some documents needed by young master."

Zhou Suqin beat Wes's hand off and wanted to enter the office of Liangqian city directly, but was stopped by Wes.

"Please don't embarrass me, Miss Zhou."

"I'm in trouble with you?" Zhou Suqin sneered. Just now she saw him carrying a lunch box and went in. "Believe it or not, I'll let you get out of the company now."

"I'm sorry, Miss Zhou. You have no right to drive me away. Only the young master has the right." Weiss did not change her face. She was not used to Zhou Suqin's practice. Now she doesn't like her any more.

"Go away. I'm Mrs. Liang. I don't have the right to fire a housekeeper." Zhou Suqin wants to push Wes away and continue to walk inside, but Wes refuses to move a step from the door of the office.

"You haven't married the young master, so you don't have the right to order me."

"Go away, a little housekeeper, dare to talk to Mrs. Liang like that."

The old man appeared in front of Weiss with a dragon crutch. He went down with a crutch and broke his left hand.

Wes said nothing, but moved away from the office door.

Liang Qiancheng hears the movement outside, opens the door and looks at Zhou Suqin and Liang Laozi standing at the door.

"What happened?"

Liang Qiancheng squints at WES who is holding his left arm, and then glances at the crutches in the hands of cool old man.

"It's OK, young master. I'll leave first.

It's no use staying here. His task has been completed.

"From tomorrow on, don't come here again. Get out of the company."

Liang Laozi walked into the office of liangqiancheng with dragon crutches and sat down in his position.

"Grandfather, don't be angry, Wes. He's just doing his duty. Let him go this time."

Zhou Suqin took father Su's arm affectionately and said with a sweet smile.

The last thing men don't like is that they owe people. If she keeps Wes, liangqiancheng will treat her better.

"Well, this time I'll take Xiao Qin's account and give him a break. Next time, I'll see it again. It's not just about driving you out of the company."

Cool old man fondly touched Zhou Suqin's head, and then said with a smile.

Hearing this, Wes turned back and bowed, "thank you, master Liang, and Miss Zhou."

……

After breakfast, Jiang Shiran stands in front of the French window, painting.

Close your eyes and try to recall the picture in the dream. It's similar to that of the Siqin family, but she can't see the little boy clearly.

With a palette and brush, I drew on the paper bit by bit, and soon a big outline came out.

Si Qin is no longer at home, and Xiao Yun is sent to purchase. In such a big family, only Jiang Shiran and some servants are left.

It is probably that Si Qin's reputation is so good that many people come to seek medical treatment, and his office is almost collapsed.

And he only stays in the office for an hour a day and doesn't go on weekends.

He didn't allow them to make an appointment. He told them to queue up in the order they came. When the time came, he would leave the hospital on time and let them go back to come back the next day.

Those people were afraid that they would come back late the next day, so they didn't come back all night. Several family members took turns to queue up in the hope that they could arrive as soon as possible.

One morning, Jiang Shiran painted in front of the French window, trying to see the little boy.

When Si Qin came back, Jiang Shiran had finished, leaving some blank space in the middle of the painting.

She wanted to make up when she could see the little boy clearly.

"And the people here? Why not

Standing in front of the painting, Si Qin holds his cheek with one hand, and points to the blank space of the painting just finished by Jiang Shiran and looks at it carefully.

"I wonder who the little boy in the picture is." Jiang Shiran put the palette on the ground and picked up the little book beside the easel. "Or, is there such a little boy in my life?"

She never remembered that there was such a little boy in her memory.

Before she was 13 years old, she only remembered the thunderstorm night when her father took her away from Wanyi's mother's villa.

After the age of 13, all her memories are related to liangqiancheng. She remembers everything very clearly.

"Maybe this little boy never existed. He's just an illusion you want to rely on in your memory."

Si Qin has figured it out. Since Jiang Shiran can't remember him, he will stay by her side and start over again.This may be his chance to get River Shiran again, he doesn't want to miss it again.

"Maybe." Close the small book, look at the bamboo shadow outside the window, blown by the wind, the bamboo shadow swaying, giving a very illusory feeling.

The only thing she wants now is to talk again.

"By the way, another three days, it was the wedding party with Wang Yufei from the young season. I received his invitation." Si Qin took out a beautiful wedding note with a close photo of Xiaoji and Wang Yufei. The handwriting inside was clear and beautiful, which was written by her relatives from Xiaoji.

Looking at the notes above the wedding post from the small season, he thought of her wedding with him in a hurry. He didn't even have a wedding ring to buy with her, but he could write the wedding post for Wang Yufei himself.

His love for her is only in his mouth.

"Maybe he loved you, but you can't match the greenhouse his parents built him." Szechin threw the wedding note into the stream outside at random, and watched it float away with the water. "The flowers in the greenhouse can not bear the wind and rain outside, and he can't give you happiness." "

it is easy to talk about happiness.

Jiang Shiran turned and left and returned to his room.

She is going to get married from the small season, even if he finally let go of her hand, but she still hopes to be happy from the small season.

The man who warmed her for a while, even if she was no longer exclusive to her sunshine, she hoped to see his smile again like the warm sunshine of May.

Take out a pen from her poor luggage and a high-end thermos bottle, which is the last thing he left her.

She doesn't need the thermos anymore. She has got her stomach disease. Liangqiancheng has helped her to cure it.

But the brush, she can not give up.

This time, she will not give up the brush for anyone. She will continue to draw it, along with the one to the right.

This brush is handed over to her in the early season. She can send him. Only this one.

A picture, a picture of his wedding dress with Wang Yufei.

Last time in the private villa in Liangqian City, her painting was torn off by him before she finished.

This time, she won't let anyone destroy her painting.

What happened that day, she had no meaning to investigate.

The man who once said he was willing to marry her and finally put himself in the arms of others. No matter what happened that day, he finally released her hand and did not choose to face with her.

"Dye dye, no, I told you, from the small season to marry, we want to go to a big fight, let his marriage can not be so peaceful?"

Xiaoyun received the news that she married Wang Yufei in Xiaoji, just like fried hair, he went to knock on the gate of the river.

She is not afraid that the world is not disordered, but to see so fast away from the small season to empathize, some of them do not like.

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