C97 "Sound" in the chore room

As the atmosphere in the room darkened, Tang realized that she had probably said the wrong thing.

"Why did you suddenly ask such a question? "Isn't this talking too much?" she whispered in her heart.

The man was silent for a moment.

The light and shadow had cut his face into a handsome shape, like one of those sculptures that have been predetermined to measure the proportion of the golden division, and every angle is perfect.

Finally, he spoke slowly.

"These are not what you should care about."

As he spoke, his figure disappeared from the doorway, and even the door closed behind him.

Only after the light in the corridor had been cut off from the light in the room did she pat her head.

As expected... The other party did not want to answer this question.

She really had the wrong mindset to ask such a question all of a sudden.

He slept soundly that night, and early the next morning an alarm clock woke him up from his bed.

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

Tang Chu Rui slapped the alarm clock to the ground, and her hair stood up in disarray.

"Damn, it's already half past eight."

She quickly got out of bed. She had read half the information on the table last night and had intended to make up for it when she woke up at 6 o'clock today. She didn't expect to sleep until almost 9 o'clock.

She got up quickly and changed her clothes for breakfast downstairs. She was alone at the empty dining table. She could not help but ask, "Where is Eldest Young Master?"

A drop of sweat fell silently from Tang Chu Rui's heart.

This Huan Jing really was a magical species. It was one thing for him to sleep later than her, but he actually woke up earlier than her every time. How much perseverance did it take to maintain such a stable habit of work and rest every day?

"Aiya, young master is up too." maids raised his head and pulled out a chair.

When Huan Tianzong walked down the stairs, his head was in a mess. His expression was very calm, and he lowered his head slightly. He sat down at the dining table and casually ruffled his hair.

Throughout the entire process, he did not even glance at Tang Muren.

He didn't know when, but he found out that he had been blacklisted by this young man in front of him.

On the dining table, the sound of a spoon colliding with a porcelain plate resounded. It was very clear, but also carried a kind of deliberate estrangement.

After finishing his breakfast, Huan Tianzong wiped his mouth and stood up to leave.

She went back upstairs and continued to read the information she had placed on the table.

In the afternoon, the limousine stopped to pick her up.

The driver skillfully helped her open the back seat of the car. Tang Muren thought that the situation was similar to the last time they went to the reunion, that she had been taken over by herself. She didn't expect that when the back door opened, Huan Jing was inside right now.

"Huh?"

She was flattered.

"You're surprised to see me?" Huan Jing raised his head.

The iPad in his hand was today's stock market data, and in the ten minutes he'd been waiting for her, he'd been in the car, quietly taking care of his business.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little …"

She thought for a long time, trying to find an adjective to describe the scene.

"That's a bit grand."

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

The art exhibition this time was a small one, and at the end, there was an auction and a meeting with the painters. The works on display were the paintings of six contemporary painters, all of whom had long English names, and which Tang gave up at the seventh letter.

"Young Master Huan, for you to come and pay us a visit is really a form of honor."

At the door, a man in a suit eagerly welcomed them. On the way, he stuck a short, trimmed rose into the pocket of Huan Jing's suit.

Why did you put a rose in your collar when you were at the exhibition? To a man, such an impudent character, how could she be a sissy?

After sneakily glancing at it, Tang Meng Rui suddenly discovered that Huan Jing and this flower had actually formed a balance with pretty good visual effects!

Huan Jing's neck was black, his windbreaker was black, and the brim of his hat was black. It could be said that the only thing that was revealed was his pale white face.

This kind of gloomy and distinct black and white scene made him feel like he wasn't even on fire. On the other hand, the alluring and alluring rose pinned to his collar gave him quite a bit of points!

From the looks of it, Tang Chu Rui did not say much.

Huan Jing brought her from corridor A to corridor B, from school to school, there were not many people who came up to greet his. This made Tang Gu Rui feel that all his hard work had gone to waste.

In the next second, someone spoke a few words to Huan Jing.

Huan Jing nodded slightly, then whispered into Tang Murei's ear, "I'm going to leave for ten minutes, you stay here for a while."

"Okay," said Tang.

She didn't think much about it.

The big boss was someone who took care of a lot of things every day. If she went out to deal with a few things, how could she think about it?

So she wandered for a while in the hall of the art exhibition.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a familiar voice not far away.

"Young Master Qin, what do you think this painting represents?"

Tang Chu Rui only wanted to smack her forehead!

Why did he meet all the people he did not want to meet!

She subconsciously turned around and secretly covered her face with her hands as she walked in the opposite direction.

However, the more he subconsciously rejected the sounds, the more his sense of hearing spread out to that side. Without expending much effort, Tang Meng Rui heard Qin Haotian's rhetorical question: "There's a naked woman painted on it. What do you think it represents?"

The oil paintings here were all realistic paintings, you didn't even need to think to know that the painting Chen Meimei was referring to must still have some sort of heavy meaning.

"I want to hear what you have to say," Chen Meimei opened his mouth, "Tell me, does the woman above look good, or do I look good?"

Qin Haotian: "Are you talking about face or body shape?"

Chen Meimei smiled coquettishly in Qin Haotian's embrace.

"Young Master Qin is the worst." After a pause, she asked, "How's your face? So what if you have a body? "

What Qin Haotian replied to was something that could no longer be heard by Tang Meng Rui.

She walked faster and faster, as if trying to shake off the two voices behind her. Fortunately, the two of them were completely immersed in their own versions of the love story, so they didn't see Tang Chu Rui at all.

"Young master Jing, oh young master Jing, when are you coming back?"

Tang Meng Rui looked out of the crowd. She saw that Huan Jing had gone in an unknown direction, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Could it be that there was some secret chamber on the wall? Did he just pass through the wall and disappear right in front of her?

At this moment, a huge gambling table was erected in the basement.

There were dozens of people on both sides. The bodyguards with dark glasses were all wearing suits and ties, looking very meticulous.

"Young Master Huan, we have truly come with bad intentions."

The man sitting across the table had a smirk on his face.

In the dim light, the man's face could not be seen. His face seemed to be shrouded in the shadows. The brightness was extremely low and the contrast was extremely high. It had become a blur of darkness.

If one had to look closely, one eye would be covered by an eye-patch, slanting across the entire face, removing a third of the face in an instant.

The other eye that was left exposed shone with an unsightly light in the darkness, like a pool of stagnant water that was difficult to stir.

"It seems like today is a good day," the man spoke up. The atmosphere on the gambling table was a little gloomy. He didn't even glance at the customer as he asked his subordinate, "What's the date today?"

"Number 17."

The man paused for a moment, then gave another dark smile.

"Number seventeen?" It seems that it is a few days later than our promised date. "

This sentence, was directed straight at Huan Jing who was seated opposite him.

The bodyguards felt the chilling murderous intent and immediately stood up, ready to move forward.

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

He turned the black briefcase over on the table and faced it in the direction of the man with the eyepatch. With a crisp tapping sound, the suitcase was opened at ninety degrees!

"Hiss …"

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

The entire suitcase was filled with cash!

Under the refraction of the lights, the cash was particularly attractive. Every single one of them had a color and color that no one could refuse.

"So many …"

Some people could not control themselves and muttered softly.

Huan Jing said calmly: "Even though it's a few days late, you won't be disappointed."

Separated by a table, the eyes of the man opposite him were obviously filled with greed.

This flash of light was enough to brighten his face for half a second.

He looked at the young man who was at the top of the pyramid and had control over half of the city's financial resources. His eyes shone with approval.

He did not try to find an excuse, nor did he bother to grind them. If it was an ordinary person who heard the question, "Are we a few days late?", they would probably start looking for excuses to strike up an official conversation and build up their friendship.

However, he was cool-headed, and the only thing he did was double the amount of money he had when the agreement was set. Once he opened it, he could directly gag everyone.

Those with strength didn't need to waste any more words.

Although this kind of man did not show off his abilities, his every action was one that could not be underestimated.

"Young Master Huan is too sincere. I like doing business with you. I don't have the money to do business with you!" Satisfying! "Intense!"

He took the box and the light dimmed.

In the art exhibition.

Tang Chu Rui continued to be bored. She had already seen all the paintings she needed to see. She walked around in circles and then returned to the original exhibition hall. She slowly moved along with the crowd. She did not expect that she would hear a rustling sound in a corner this time around.

The rustling was so obvious that it was hard for her not to hear it. Looking around, he realized that the source of the sound was coming from a storage room in the corner.

The door to the chore house was ajar. Half of the light was cast in and the other half was blocked. It was a relatively hidden place, but no matter how well one was hidden, there would still be people passing by.

Tang Chu Rui stood in the doorway, slightly poking her head inside, and what she saw left her stupefied!

In the pile of brooms, mops, trash cans and tea baskets, two figures were seen overlapping each other …