Hu Can, the detachment leader standing nearby, instinctively wanted to stop him, but Peng Fei stopped him.
"Achen."
"Shut up, don't call me that, I'm not familiar with you."
A slap was clearly visible on Tao Xiaoning's face. He was still a little drunk just now, but now he was completely awake and looked at Zhou Chen with an incredulous look on his face.
"You hit me? Why did you hit me? My dad never hit me like this. You..."
"Crack!"
Another slap, symmetrical on the left and right, finally made Zhou Chen feel a little better. In modern society, in ancient society, his legs would have been broken.
"Tao Xiaoning, you have to understand clearly that you are in my company because of your father. I can turn a blind eye to other things, but this time, you are killing people, killing people intentionally, and no one can protect you.
I can’t live with you either.”
Upon hearing this, Tao Xiaoning immediately panicked. He could live comfortably in the capital only because of Zhou Chen. If Zhou Chen didn't care about him, he would have nothing to rely on.
"Mr. Zhou, help me, you can't ignore me. It was my dad's help that allowed you to survive in the village, go to college, and achieve what you are now. For my dad's sake, please help me.
, I don’t want to go to jail, I’m not married yet…”
Listening to Tao Xiaoning's crying, Zhou Chen no longer wanted to talk nonsense with him. He had already despised this guy, and now he despises him even more.
From the beginning to the end, I only thought about myself and didn't think about anything I had done wrong.
This kind of person is hopeless.
Zhou Chen stood up directly and walked out of the room without saying a word.
Tao Xiaoning stood up and shouted to Zhou Chen: "Mr. Zhou, where are you going? Save me, save me, Zhou Chen, don't forget, it was my father's help that made you
Today, you cannot be ungrateful..."
Peng Fei followed Zhou Chen out and was about to speak when Zhou Chen's cell phone rang.
Zhou Chen showed a sneer when he saw the caller ID.
"It's time to repay the debt of gratitude."
The caller was Tao Xiaoning's father, Tao Jianguo.
Zhou Chen answered the phone and talked for more than ten minutes. Finally, Zhou Chen said something.
"This is the last time. After this time, it won't matter anymore."
The person on the other side was silent for a long time before replying "Okay".
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Chen said to Peng Fei: "Find someone to check on that couple and do your best to treat them. I will pay for them. If you have any trouble, let me know."
Peng Fei patted Zhou Chen's arm: "Don't worry, leave it to me over there. How are you going to deal with this Tao Xiaoning?"
"I'll lock him up for a while first, then send him back directly after he's released. I won't see him again."
Zhou Chen left the traffic police team directly. As soon as he returned to the villa, Aunt Pan came over.
"Mr. Zhou, you are back."
"Has the rose risen?"
"Miss Huang is in your studio."
Zhou Chen came to the studio and saw Huang Yimei sitting on a stool in the studio, holding a brush in her hand and painting. The newly bought skirt was stained with paint.
Huang Yimei, who was painting, looked up and saw Zhou Chen coming in. She immediately smiled with her teeth showing, her face full of happiness.
"You're back. I saw so many good works in your studio. I couldn't help it, so I painted a few strokes, but they couldn't compare with what you painted."
Zhou Chen looked at the painting painted by Huang Yimei. It was based on a landscape painting he painted, and the degree of restoration was quite high.
"The painting is very good. He deserves to be a graduate of the Academy of Fine Arts."
Huang Yimei rolled her eyes: "If I hadn't seen your works, I would have accepted it if you praised me like this. But after seeing these works of yours, I think you are better than those masters and your paintings are so good.
Wow, especially the Chinese paintings, the paintings are so beautiful.”
After thinking for a while, she gave her own evaluation: "It's so beautiful."
"Aren't you studying finance? Why are you so good at painting? You are much better than me, who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts."
This is something Huang Yimei has been thinking about for a long time, but has never thought of the answer. After all, if you have not studied painting as a profession, even if you have talent, you will not be able to draw so well.
What's more, she saw that Zhou Chen's brushstrokes and style were clearly studied systematically, especially in traditional Chinese painting, and she felt that she was not qualified to comment.
Zhou Chen made a serious nonsense: "I have been interested in painting since I was a child. I drew randomly by myself. I studied with him several times during college. To be able to draw like this is probably more of my talent."
Huang Yimei nodded in agreement, because apart from talent, she really couldn't think of any other reason, but even so, it hit her hard.
"You draw so well, can you teach me?"
"Of course, I will be free whenever you want to learn."
Huang Yimei showed a happy smile and suddenly asked: "I just heard from Aunt Pan that you have a piano room here. She said that you play the piano very well. Can you still play the piano?"
"I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."
Chapter completed!