Others did not hear it, and the red flag car drove away from the villa.
Li Ying looked out of the car window.
It is said that the villa is low, but it is a five-story French-style castle villa with white and blue exterior walls that shine brightly in the morning light. The large peony trees planted in the garden have small buds curled up on their branches and have not bloomed.
No wonder, it is too much for them to live in one room.
Located in a remote resort area on the outskirts of Beijing, facing the surrounding lakes and towers, Li Ying had never heard of this place from his classmates.
I wanted to ask Xiao Li, but felt it was inappropriate.
Xiao Li concentrated on driving: "Where are you going?"
Li Ying closed the window: "798, we're in trouble."
No matter how much chatting there was, it was quiet all the way. Perhaps because the girl was afraid of the cold, Xiao Li turned up the heating.
The whole body felt as warm as summer, Li Ying smiled at the rearview mirror: "Thank you."
Xiao Li said softly: "You're welcome, kid."
This white-glove driver may be used to serving noble gentlemen attentively, and he is really considerate of details. But looking at the driver's hand holding the steering wheel, and the thick calluses inadvertently exposed from the tiger's mouth, he must have come from a family of gunsmiths.
The driver of the son of a powerful man is not that ordinary and only knows how to drive.
After arriving at Huajiadi 798 Art District, she got off the bus and bowed politely.
Xiao Li nodded and watched her enter door 4.
The guests from Macau arrive at about half past ten. Li Ying put on her work ID and stood at the entrance of the park until a Cullinan entered the parking lot and came forward to receive it.
Throughout the day, I walked from 798 to Dongcheng Park Art Museum.
A well-known wealthy businessman in Macau who loves to collect art. He speaks decent Cantonese and communication is not difficult, but he has picky tastes and is not easy to serve. By the end of the exhibition, the collector had not signed a sales contract.
I don’t remember how dark it got, or how I got back to the apartment. I didn’t even eat a bite of food, and I lay down on the bed to sleep after taking a shower.
Leaning against the bedside, the quilt she held in her hand was quite different from the wild goose feather quilt in the villa. Thinking back to the softness and satin feel of the quilt in that room, her mind was extremely clear at this moment.
I checked Liang Wenye's WeChat group and it was quiet. He was probably on the plane.
There was only one complaint at the end: "Wen Ye, do you plan not to return to Beijing for a month?"
No one answered.
Those days were busy, and the days went by like this. The New Year holiday was over, and Li Ying finally felt relaxed.
During the Lantern Festival, I lay on the sofa in the park to bask in the sun, waiting for new customers to come over and look at the paintings.
Liang Wenye's group became lively again.
She occasionally came across the videos Liang Wenye left in the group.
CAPEFAHN Hotel in Koh Samui, on the azure beach at dusk, there are several plates of chicken curry on the table.
Liang Wenye was complaining about not being able to eat anything. Someone joked about eating Italian food.
Liang Wenye sent a message: "I don't like the taste of tomatoes, and Xu Jingxi doesn't like it even more."
At the end of the video, a big hand appears, and the platinum ring on the little finger is easily recognized as the owner of the hand, Xu Jingxi.
There is a thin layer of skin on the phalangeal joints, the green and hard blood vessels are expanded and solid, and the mineral water bottle cap is being tightened.
That blood vessel exploded with the gold content of the skin.
Li Ying put her chin on her hand and watched it comfortably. It was much more interesting than watching short videos.
I have seen his mobile phone on the sofa, his watch, and the corners of his suit flashing from time to time, but I have never seen Xu Jingxi's face appear in any video.
Think about it.
If his stomach is so delicate, what should he eat in Koh Samui?
Check your phone again.
The second-ranked member in the WeChat group is Zhang’s pure white profile picture. When you click on it, the introduction is blank, the nickname is blank, and he has never spoken in the group. He quietly looks like a canceled account.
The strong sixth sense is Xu Jingxi’s WeChat ID.
"Iced coffee or honey water, I bought both."
Ayao came over with two paper bags of drinks and sat with her at the entrance of the park to chat.
Li Ying reached out to take the coffee.
Seeing her constantly typing on her phone, Ayao leaned her head over and said, "What are you looking at? You're so fascinated."
Li Ying took a sip of iced coffee: "Video."
Ayao lowered her head and stared at the phone: "Man?"
Does it count?
Li Ying responded with a smile: "I only saw one of his hands." As he said that, he showed A Yao the second half of the video where he was twisting Quan Quan's hand.
"These veins and veins are making me more excited than the day I was admitted to Central America." Ayao had already taken out her mobile phone and opened the APP, "I'll pay attention to which male blogger."
Li Ying quit WeChat, "I'm not a blogger."
Ayao's eyes lit up: "Boyfriend?"
Li Ying put her cell phone in her pocket, grabbed some coffee and walked into the building, smiling away.
"Where did you find your boyfriend? They never said anything about love."
Ayao's voice, who didn't understand the truth, came: "Which big shot do you like? Add him on WeChat and I'll help you flirt with him."
Li Ying turned around, "To be honest, I don't even dare to join him."
Maybe he would agree to pass. Inexplicably, after leaving Xu Jingxi's side, a boundary between Chu and Han appeared that made her feel the class gap.
Ayao's head turned around and she didn't understand the meaning of Li Ying's words. She didn't ask any more questions: "You can handle today's clients for me. Yuanxiao, I'll go to Dongcheng to meet my boyfriend."
Li Ying verbally agreed, but she had no place to go and no friends to celebrate the Lantern Festival.
Ayao added: "It looks like a couple. It's a birthday gift for my girlfriend. He likes Murakami-senpai's works."
The client was already an hour late. Thinking of the traffic jam in Kyoto, Li Ying did not complain and kept waiting at the door of the studio.
until evening.
A middle-aged man named Mr. Zheng came over with his female secretary on his arm.
Li Ying handed over the mineral water and greeted politely: "Mr. Zheng."
The other party's eyes glanced at the sign on Li Ying's chest, and then he followed the instructions and entered the building, "You are a pretty young girl."
Li Ying pushed open the thick glass door and asked the other party to go first before following him.
"I haven't graduated this year, so I didn't provide good hospitality. Please forgive me."
As soon as he said he hadn't graduated, the other party frowned: "Is Sister Zhang here?"
Li Yingying: "Our boss is on a business trip."
Mr. Zheng didn't say anything else. He lowered his head and chatted with the female secretary beside him. They entered the elevator and went to the exhibition room on the third floor together.
Stop and go, Mr. Zheng is not satisfied at all.
The female secretary asked: "Can you imitate Qi Baishi's paintings?"
Li Ying politely replied, "No, what I made an appointment with Mr. Zheng to see were Murakami-senpai's works of art. I won't accept any imitations."
The woman held the plush shawl on her shoulders: "The colorful lines dazzled me."
Li Ying patiently explained the artist's source of inspiration. Mr. Zheng said he wanted the rose after the rain. When Mr. Zheng signed the order, the female secretary preferred the sculpture exhibition downstairs.
It was a derivative of the artist. Li Ying put on gloves and tossed it back and forth in the exhibition window. The female secretary was still not satisfied.
