Before Wen Wanjing could explain clearly, Wen's mother stared at her daughter with her eyes wide open, and kept asking happily: "Xiaojing, are you with Young Master Qian? Really? Really? real--"

"Fake it! It's not that way! Brother Qian Jun and I have nothing!" Wen Wanjing shouted at Wen's mother in anger.

Wen’s mother didn’t believe her at all, “Didn’t your sister say you’re all hugging each other…”

If the handsome and rich young master Qian is her son-in-law, it would be perfect, so she would definitely be more willing to believe what Wen Wanting said.

"Everyone said that it was fake! It was fake! That was to stimulate my sister... Sister! Sister, don't leave, listen to my explanation..." Wen Wanjing shouted in anger, and suddenly saw her standing. When she got up, she was so scared that she quickly reached over the table to try to hold the sister who was about to leave. Her anxious voice was filled with crying.

"I will notify you when the wedding date is set!"

Wen Wanting didn't even look at her sister. She said something lightly and turned around and walked towards the door.

"Sister! Sister!" Wen Wanjing hurriedly chased after her.

But he asked Wen's mother to catch her, "Xiaojing, wait, tell me first, you and Mr. Qian--"

"That's nothing happened!" Wen Wanjing was going crazy, she shook Wen's mother's hand and quickly chased her sister who had already walked out of the house.

The elevator was about three meters away from Cong Wen's family. When Wen Wanjing chased him out, she saw that her sister had already entered the elevator, and the elevator door was slowly closing.

"Sister! Sister, wait, listen to me..."

When Wen Wanjing pounced on it, the elevator was completely closed. She was so anxious that she slapped the elevator door hard, but she still couldn't stop the elevator going down.

Then, Wen Wanjing, depressed and regretful, dialed Qian Jun's phone number with guilt...

… … … …

After leaving the Wen family downstairs, Qian Jun drove home and sat in the living room to regret his past.

He must have been obsessed with the evil intentions of a little girl. Although he has a clear conscience, he is afraid that she will misunderstand.

The relationship between each other was extremely tense during this period, and she probably ignored him even more after such a fuss.

Why……

In fact, he had not fully understood what he had about her, but he could not do it if he had let him never interact with her from now on!

I don’t know when it started, but when facing her, he gradually couldn’t control his heart...

No longer as indifferent as before, I began to worry about it every day. She didn't want to see him, but instead he always thought about her like crazy.

It is undeniable that it was her disobedience that attracted his attention. If she had been as obedient as before, he would probably not have discovered the other side of her, so he would not have been angry with her like this.

I was angry while thinking about it, regretful and annoyed, and I was hungry.

Walking into the kitchen, taking out two hams from the refrigerator, and preparing to cook noodles on the bowl to fill your stomach.

Just as he was burying his head, the phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated. He took it out and pressed it to his ear, tilted his head to hold the phone between his ear and shoulder, and continued to cut the ham while opening his mouth lightly, "Hey, hey," ,Who?"

"It's over, Brother Qian Jun, my sister is going to marry Brother Gao Xiang!"

As the fingertips hurt, Qian Jun frowned fiercely and slowly lowered his eyes. Bright blood was overflowing from his fingertips...

Wen Wanjing at the other end of the phone was still saying something, but Qian Jun seemed to have suddenly become deaf and could not hear anything.

He stared at his bleeding fingers and stood foolishly, not coming back to his senses for a long time.

A faintly, a piece of the atrium collapsed quietly...

… … … …

After Qian Xingzhong, the eldest son of Qian family, died five years ago, Qian Jun was basically managed by Qian Jun. Although Qian Lai, the daughter of Qian family, complained about Qian Jun's private child, she did not dare to do so after all. Disobeying the majesty of his old father, and his son Wei Zirui was exhausted, had no time or energy to manage the Qian family's company, he could only acquiesce to Qian Jun unwillingly.

In the huge office, the man stood silently in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the blue sky for a long time, feeling restless.

Last night, after learning that she was getting married, he sat on the sofa in the living room*.

He smoked a few cigarettes a year, but he unknowingly took out two packs last night.

*Sleepless.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but my mood has never been bad before. He feels a fire burning in his heart, hot and hot, and unspeakable.

Knock! Three light knocks sounded on the door.

"Come in!"

He withdrew his free thoughts and turned around and spit out two words lightly.

The young secretary pushed the door open and carried a big, frame-like thing in his hand, "President, your express delivery!"

"What is it?" Qian Jun glanced at the things that the secretary was holding in his hand and asked casually.

"It seems to be a painting." The secretary walked up and handed it to him with both hands.

painting?

Qian Jun was slightly stunned, his beautiful sword eyebrows flipped little by little, and he vaguely realized something.

He reached out to take it, and he couldn't help but hold his breath, endured the panic that suddenly surged in his heart and gently tore open a corner of the wrapping paper...

He knew what was inside with just a corner. His heart was inexplicably painful.

Is she really so cruel? Now she even sent this painting to him. Is she determined to break it with him?

"You go out!" He stared at Hua, and ordered the young secretary without raising his head.

"Yes!" The little secretary nodded respectfully, and keenly felt that the boss was unhappy, so he hurriedly stepped out.

When he was the only one left in the huge office, he gritted his teeth and pulled off the wrapping paper, so that the painting inside would be fully presented to him.

It was indeed the "nude" painting she insisted on drawing for him back then.

She always carries and cherishes this painting like a treasure, but today, she just wants it...

What to do? Why did he feel... angry!

Suddenly, the cell phone that was resting on the desk vibrated.

Putting down the painting in his hand, he picked up his cell phone, "Hey."

“Received it?”

A low-alcoholic sound came from the other end of the phone lazy and charmingly, and it was Hu Ziqian.

Qian Jun frowned, and was unable to react when he asked a question with no brainstorm, "What?"

"Draw!" Wei Ziqian said a word as if he were golden.

Qian Jun was stunned and asked in a daze, "Did you send the painting?"

"Why are you so surprised? Who do you think it is? The owner of the gallery?" Wei Ziqian jokingly seemed real or fake.

"How did you get this painting?"

"I bought it with money!"

Hearing this, Qian Jun's face suddenly became gloomy. He tightened his fingers and pinched his phone hard, imagining that he was pinching the little woman's neck, hoping to crush it to relieve his hatred.

He thought the painting was sent by her, but he didn't expect that she would sell it!

Is she really short of money to this point? She is willing to sell his paintings? She really... deserves a beating!

Qian Jun was so angry that he couldn't speak. The other side of the sage suddenly shouted at him earnestly, "Ah Jun!"

"Huh?" Qian Jun replied absent-mindedly, thinking about how to deal with the little woman who was so angry that she was not worth her life.

"Cherish the person in front of you!"

Wei Ziqian said in the tone of an experienced person, left five words with great sincerity, and hung up the phone.

With a thud, the man who had always been calm and calm threw his cell phone on his desk so roughly and vented his anger, making a loud noise.

Turning his eyes, he stared at the vivid self in the painting. The more he looked, the more he became more irritable, and he couldn't feel relieved.

Smell the Wanting! Smell the Wanting! Smell the Wanting!!!

I think Qian Jun is a well-known figure at least, but she dares to sell his "naked" paintings at a low price?

Damn it! He now feels that what she sells is not his painting, but his people... and heart!

She sold him!

Well, he was really angry!

… … … …

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Wen Wanting turned off the lights and walked out of the gallery.

After locking the door, she turned around and walked towards her car. She raised her eyes casually, but ran into a pair of sharp and cold eyes.

She looked at each other silently, and she turned her head expressionlessly, as if she didn't know him.

I continued to walk towards my car. As soon as I opened the car door, my arm was grabbed by a big hand.

A cold breath enveloped her in an instant. She turned around and looked at him coldly, "Is there anything wrong?"

Mr. Qian, who has always been gentle and gentle, is now covered with frost, and the anger in his eyes is obvious. The depression that has been entangled in his heart for many days, and he is not in the mood to beat her around the bush and asks directly: "Xiaojing said you want to follow Gao Xiang." marry?"

_____________________________________

You little goblins, let you dive, let you overlord me, let you not bubbling, hum~~~ I'll just update if I don't leave me a message~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter completed!