Ancient Ci Ci! His head hurts when he thinks of these three words. No one with a long brain can say such words! Vulgar!
downstairs.
Qin Pin looked at Aunt Wang with a polite smile and asked in a low voice: "Have you taken medicine?"
Aunt Wang nodded and said in a low voice: "Eat."
After saying this, the two of them smiled happily and just took it. Mr. Lu had had a headache for a long time and his temper was irritable. He could no longer maintain his gentleness. As for taking medicine, no one dared to persuade him to take medicine for so many years, let alone this year.
Fortunately, Mr. Lu took the initiative to take medicine after returning from outside today, and also ate half a bowl of lean meat porridge.
Aunt Wang pulled Qin Pin aside and asked with a somewhat inquiring smile: "Mr. Lu, are you in a good mood today?" Who did you meet? Is there anything that makes Mr. happy?
Qin Pin smiled and said nothing. He was still in a good mood after being ridiculed like that. It seemed that Mr. Lu was mentally abnormal, although he was indeed a little abnormal.
"You are so polite to my aunt, but I won't tell anyone." She likes Qin Pin and is very polite to them, unlike the previous one who owed him millions.
"It's really nothing."
"How can it be nothing with Mr.'s character? Speaking of which, the last time Mr. was so easy to talk to was when Madam was here." What a pity... Mr. and Mrs. broke up, and Mr. is a man of words. Now there is no one at home to talk to.
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Qin Pin still maintained a decent smile.
Aunt Wang: "It's not easy for you either." She had heard about it, and everyone in the company was also worried: "Is the vixen who made the wife leave the husband no longer in the company?"
Qin Pin feels that Aunt Wang's situation is too small. I'm afraid she doesn't know whether the person is round or flat, let alone acquitting her. Therefore, according to Shuguang's employment system, she can be where she should be now, even if she can do it for the rest of her life with her ability.
It’s a fact that I can’t do it as a secretary: “It’s still there.”
Aunt Wang sighed: "That's right. Mr. doesn't care about Madam anymore. How can he deal with the vixen? It's okay if he doesn't deal with it. Bring him back. How is the relationship between Mr. Lu and the little girl?" Having experienced Madam, they don't think anyone can be more difficult than Madam.
The service and character are poor, not to mention that as long as the husband likes it, they can just watch it.
"Aunt Wang is worrying too much, she is just an employee."
Aunt Wang also noticed it, otherwise how could Mr. Lu be like this: "It would be great if Madam was still here..."
Qin Pin didn't speak.
Aunt Wang meant that Mr. Lu would never look back.
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The night rain pattered against the window.
Lu Zhiyuan suddenly opened his eyes under the heavy pressure. His eyes were as thick as ink blades and filled with bloodthirsty pain. He slowly pulled out a knife from the bedside. The next moment, he put it back and closed his eyes...
The wet rain continued to fall, and the person on the bed was motionless, with his chest rising and falling slowly, as if he was asleep.
…
The business gatherings that Gu Cici usually attends are not low-level, but most of them are not high either.
Because the affairs of the Painting Association are more complicated and she invests more energy in this aspect than the former, she should not be able to meet Lu Zhiyuan every time, not to mention that Lu Zhiyuan rarely participates in such activities.
But this month, it was the second time she saw Lu Zhiyuan at the banquet.
Gu Cici didn't cause any more trouble for him, and she didn't mean to say hello at all. The two of them had never interacted. He treated her like air, and she treated him as if he didn't exist. It was as if the tit-for-tat that day had never happened.
But what Gu CiCi attended today was a gallery opening ceremony, and all the people invited were people from the painting and calligraphy world to visit and give guidance. It had nothing to do with business at all.
But she still met Lu Zhiyuan at the opening ceremony of the exhibition. He was very low-key and only had Qin Pin with him. Different from the past where everyone gathered around him, only the curator went to receive him, and because the guests invited today were of all ages.
He is a bit older, and he is too young to be qualified to step forward. It is unusual for him to be very "cold" around him.
But this also left him completely exposed in front of her.
Gu CiCi didn't look over.
Lu Zhiyuan also seemed to be just here to see the painting.
Gu Cici stood quietly in front of his grandfather's painting, his silence seemed to be integrated with the painting, and a hint of haze flashed in his heart.
He appears too often.
Song Moshan and several old friends came out of the conference room: "No, she is still young and needs a lot of experience... No, no, she will be proud again if she hears you praise her..."
Lu Zhiyuan's footsteps paused.
Song Moshan also wondered why Lu Zhiyuan was here: "Lu Zhiyuan?"
Lu Zhiyuan immediately adjusted his attitude, neither eager nor distant, which was very suitable for his status: "Hello, Grandpa Song."
Song Moshan breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was complicated. After all, his granddaughter and the other party had a great-grandson. He couldn't say that what happened last time was his granddaughter's fault. More or less, he blamed the other party for not paying enough attention and not knowing about the child.
But the old man knew very well that he couldn’t blame the child for what happened, not to mention that he even dealt with his father. No matter how big a show he was, it was not good. Due to reality, he had to maintain his superficial politeness: "
Come to see the paintings too?”
"Just passing by."
The two soon discovered that there were no ancient rhetoric in between, and they had nothing to talk about. Song Moshan immediately gave up the struggle: "Mr. Lu, take a look, if there is anything you like to talk about, Xiao Zhang, show Mr. Lu around."
"Mr. Lu please."
After Lao Yang watched Lu Zhiyuan walk away, he followed Song Dashan: "Is it really true?"
Song Moshan was unwilling: "It happened so long ago, why bring it up?"
Also: "This guy has taken my class and his painting skills are very good. If it weren't for his inappropriate status, I would have accepted it. What you have here may not be as good as his taste."
"I'm not selling it to him."
"But why is he here? Isn't he very busy? I saw him just now and he didn't dare to speak. Young people nowadays are so evil at such a young age that they even treated his father so cruelly."
Song Moshan subconsciously said: "His father..." But Lu Jiansen has been quite tolerant in recent years, and he would send some things to his family during the holidays. Even if he has a few illegitimate children, Lu Zhiyuan is also more ruthless.
Song Moshan told himself not to get involved in other people's family affairs. But he still couldn't help but think that if the two children could live in harmony, he would not object, so that his great-grandson could come back to stay with him.
But CiCi didn't like him. Alas, he couldn't understand what the young man was thinking.
"Why are you sighing?"
"Sigh that your painting skills have not improved! But it is my granddaughter's master!"
Professor Yang was happy: "Do you think it's annoying?"
Lu Zhiyuan looked at the two people walking away and looked away. Distant memories unexpectedly popped into his mind. She ran towards him with a dependent smile, held his arm and asked him what he had for lunch.
She would be nervous because of his minor injuries, she would be happy because she held his hand, she would smile all day long because he accompanied her to class, and she would get angry because he didn't reply to messages in time.
Today, the empty gallery is just like their current relationship. There are only dead objects on the wall that cannot make any waves. They are not even the owner's private collection. They are placed here haphazardly for the treasures to rest safely behind.