"Wanting, you're finally here!"

When she arrived at the place where she made an appointment on time, Wen Wanting heard a sound full of joy as soon as she stepped into the private room, which was so passionate that she couldn't express her feelings.

"Teacher Zhang, I probably wasn't late!" Wen Wanting looked at the middle-aged woman who was greeting her and said lightly.

"No, it's because we're a little earlier." Teacher Zhang smiled exaggeratedly, came forward with a very amiable look and took her hand, and walked towards the dining table, "Come on, let me introduce you to this person.

It’s Mr. He from Port x… Mr. He, she is our beautiful painter - Wen Wanting!”

"Hello, Mr. He!" Wen Wanting lowered her head slightly and asked politely to the rich man.

Mr. He is about forty years old and looks mediocre, but he looks pretty good in cultivation and demeanor, not the fat and big-eared nouveau riche she imagines.

The moment he saw Wen Wanting, Mr. He's eyes were filled with stunning and satisfaction. He smiled slightly and made a gesture to Wen Wanting with grace, "I'm glad that Miss Wen can appreciate her face.

!”

"Thank you!" She sat down.

As soon as Wen Wanting finished speaking, Teacher Zhang suddenly shouted, "Oh, I forgot that I haven't done anything yet, I have to take a step forward."

Everyone knows Teacher Zhang's actions, and Wen Wanting naturally will not stop or pretend to express fear.

She nodded to Teacher Zhang as usual, and her voice was so calm that it was not at all, "Teacher Zhang walked slowly."

"Wanting, Mr. He likes you very much. Please help the teacher to entertain Mr. He, don't neglect Mr. He!" Teacher Zhang patted her shoulder hard and gave her meaningful advice.

Wen Wanting lowered her eyelids slightly, covering up the gloom in her eyes, and nodded lightly after two seconds of silence, "Okay, I understand."

From the moment she agreed to come to the appointment, she deeply understood what she was going to face...

So, since she has taken this step, she should try it out.

"Miss Wen..."

"Mr. He!"

As soon as Mr. He spoke, Wen Wanting looked at him, as if he had something to say first.

"Miss Wen, please tell me!" Mr. He was quite gentlemanly and asked her to say it first.

Wen Wanting pursed her red lips and pondered for a while, then looked up at Mr. He and said, "I only sell paintings."

I thought the middle-aged man in front of me would jump out of anger, but she was ready to be scolded, but the other party still just smiled politely and said with a good temper: "If that's the case, Miss Wen, you today

It shouldn't have come!"

Wen Wanting saw the obvious appreciation and interest in the other person's eyes. His heart was mixed, very sour, astringent, and very shameful.

She really shouldn't have come today, because it was obviously a disguised transaction. She knew it, and he knew it too. But for the sake of money, she didn't want to miss this opportunity.

She only has one purpose here, that is, she can sell the painting without sacrificing herself.

"Mr. He, can I take the liberty to ask..." After hesitating for a long time, she put down her pride and looked at Mr. He with hope, "Do you really like my paintings?"

"You don't need to question this!"

"Then can't you just buy my paintings?"

"I like your people more than your paintings!" Mr. He, who is doing business, did not beat around the bush and said frankly.

The young and beautiful girl is cold and talented, so Mr. He is naturally the one who likes her more!

Wen Wanting's eyes dimmed, and her disappointment was beyond words. It seemed that this painting could not be sold today...

Just as she was silently sad, she suddenly put a hand on her shoulder gently. She couldn't help but froze slightly, but she did not brush away the hand on her shoulder.

Mr. He was already standing behind her seat, and his other hand seemed to be casually supporting her shoulder. Then she felt him leaning towards her ear and said to her softly: "Miss Wen, just

You agree, I, He, will not treat you badly."

Hearing this, Wen Wanting's whole body became stiff, and she felt that the hands on her shoulders seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, which made her breathless and lowered her eyes and said nothing.

She knew it was not right, but she felt a little hesitant in her heart...

She felt like she was crazy, and she was full of how to make up enough money and then returned it to the man arrogantly.

In fact, she knew very well that her behavior was showing off her power. She didn't mind making irrelevant people think that she was vain and money-worshiping, but she was unwilling to show a slight embarrassment in front of him.

In this world, such "transactions" are common tonight. If she can ignore her bottom line, there is nothing she can't accept, but the problem is-

She can't pass her own level!

Well, even if you just need to lightly nod your head and immediately put the money on the man who hurt her so much, she still has no courage to sell her.

She pursed her lips vigorously, covering up the loss and bitterness in her eyes. She smiled bitterly and apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry Mr. He--" she couldn't do it.

"Bang"!

But before she could finish her words, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open vigorously, and the door panel hit the wall and made a loud noise.

Wen Wanting and Mr. He looked in the sound at the same time. A figure flashed. Before they could see clearly what was going on, the person who came picked up the wine glass on the table, and his angry shout accompanied by the cold wine.

Mr. He came to his face—

"Bastard! Let go of your salty hands!"

"drink--"

Mr. He, who was thrown on his face, sniffed his breath and looked at the pretty little girl with an angry face with disbelief. He had no idea what was going on now.

"Wen Wanjing, what are you doing?" After coming back from a brief moment of confusion, Wen Wanting looked at her sister who suddenly arrived in surprise, shouting in shock and angrily. Then she quickly grabbed the table

He handed the wet wipes to Mr. He and apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. He, are you okay?"

"You--" Mr. He glared at Wen Wanjing angrily, grabbed the wet wipes handed over by Wen Wanting, and wiped the water stains on his face in a mess, while angrily condemning, "Who are you? How can you do this?

rude!"

"I am her sister!" Wen Wanjing straightened her back with confidence and stared at Mr. He, sneering and looked up and down, sarcastically sarcastically, "Please go and look in the mirror, just do it

You still want to hit my sister like this? It’s like a toad wants to eat swan meat!”

"Wen Wanjing, shut up!!!"

Seeing Mr. He's face changing colorfully, Wen Wanting was so angry that she yelled at her sister.

She also hopes that Mr. He can simply buy her paintings...

"You - you... are simply inexplicable! Hum!" Mr. He trembled and pointed at Wen Wanjing, then pointed at Wen Wanting, and turned around and left in anger.

Wen Wanting hurriedly chased after him, "Mr. He is sorry, listen to my explanation, He first--"

After chasing for two steps, he raised his eyes casually but suddenly saw a tall and familiar figure standing silently at the door. The words she had not finished were stuck in her throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it.

It's Qian Jun.

The moment the eyes met, Wen Wanting smiled bitterly. Well, her face was completely lost now.

She froze in place, trying to hold Mr. He's hand awkwardly stretched in the air. She was not retracted, nor did she not retracted, but she felt unprecedented embarrassment.

Qian Jun's tall figure was blocked at the door like a mountain. His face was a little cold, but it was extremely calm, so calm that people could not see any emotion.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, just as faintly, staring at Wen Wanting, who was a few steps away, his eyes dark and unclear.

The calmness on the surface can only deceive others, but in the end he can't deceive himself. He knew very well how angry he was at this moment.

Well! Very angry!

He didn't understand why she was so stubborn, and he didn't understand why she had to pay him back, and even betrayed himself...

He always says he should be dignified before him. Is it true that he will have dignity to accept the money given by other men now?

Both of them looked at each other coldly with expressionless expressions. Mr. He wanted to go out but Qian Jun blocked the door and did not move.

Mr. Qian, who has always been gentle, elegant and elegant, will not give way.

Mr. He suffered some humiliation for no reason. Now he wants to leave but is blocked by someone. He wants to get angry but is afraid that the man in front of him is younger, taller, noble and handsome than him, and his whole body exudes a cold message that cannot be aroused.

After gritting his teeth, Mr. He could only admit that he was unlucky. He glared at Qian Jun unwillingly, then reluctantly turned his body and squeezed out of the door through the gap beside Qian Jun in a mess and left angrily.

The atmosphere was stiff and the air was floating in the tension. Neither of the two people looking at each other coldly had the intention to speak first, and their faces were not very good-looking.

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Chapter completed!