Shen Qingwu didn't even think about it and subconsciously refused, "I'll go there myself."
The phone suddenly fell into silence. After a while, a deep voice came from the receiver: "I'm already outside the gallery door, come out."
The cold tone, indifferent and domineering, could not be refused at all.
Shen Qingwu frowned and hung up the phone.
Song Si'an saw her expression was bad and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
"I have to go back to the Lu family's old house right away."
"So urgent?" Song Sian lowered his head and glanced at his watch. It was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon, "Why is Mr. Lu so anxious to see you at this time?"
"Well, Grandpa is rarely like this. Maybe we made him unhappy last night." Shen Qingwu felt a little uneasy. He put his mobile phone into his small satchel and stood up, "Sian, I asked Xiao Ou will take you there, and you can communicate with her if you have any questions."
Song Si'an suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball, lying weakly on the desk, "Refuse to work, just want to be ruined."
Shen Qingwu: "Boss Song, you only need to go to the site to inspect and provide guidance. You don't have to worry about it, you don't have to worry about it, okay?"
Song Sian was still reluctant, and Shen Qingwu leaned into her ear, "The venue is at Jingzhou Communication University. I heard that the little brothers are young and have good physical strength..."
"Okay, you have been doing the hard work for the gallery these past two years, and I should share the burden for you. Don't worry, go see the old man. Even if the sky falls, I, Song Sian, will be there to support you." She hugged Shen Qingwu and walked out of the office door.
"Xiao Ou, bring all the information, design drawings and schedule for this art exhibition to my sister. We have to finish the progress today. If I don't finish it, I, Song Sian, will never take a step towards Jingzhou Communication University. .”
Xiao Ou was so shocked that he almost dropped the painting in his hand.
Xiao Ou is Shen Qingwu's assistant, so he naturally knows that Song Sian is one of the shareholders behind the gallery. It's just that she couldn't figure out why this big boss who was still teaching her how to fish at work in the morning suddenly had to finish three days' work in half a day like he was on a drug in the afternoon.
…
Rest area for staff of Jingzhou International Medical Center.
Three men with outstanding temperament and outstanding appearance sat at a round table in the corner. Not far away, there was a table of young nurses sitting. The girls glanced at them from time to time.
A little nurse with a round face sighed: "Why do handsome guys always like to play with handsome guys?"
"Otherwise, there is a dimensional wall between them and ordinary people."
"Then what kind of girls do they like?"
There was an older nurse sitting at their table. She knocked on the girl's forehead and said, "The first rule of thumb when working in our hospital is: no random thoughts. Like the three masters over there, they were born with silver spoons in their mouths. The most advanced group, power, wealth, appearance, knowledge, they have everything. Will they lack women? What kind of women have they not seen? Not to mention that they look down on ordinary people like us at all. One day they take a liking to you, you have to hide away quickly."
"Why?"
"That means they are crazy and want to change their taste. Could it be possible that they still want to marry you?"
One of the young nurses with an outstanding appearance was dissatisfied: "Head nurse, you are knocking over a boatload of people with one bamboo pole. Rich people are human beings and have feelings."
"You said that none of the patients who come in and out of our hospital are rich and powerful. You have also seen the women around them. There are some who love life and death, but in the end, don't they still marry a daughter of a similar family background?"
The little nurse sneered, "What age are we in, and are there still these feudal dregs? How can we distinguish people by class? As long as we have the same interests and love each other, why can't we be together?"
The head nurse raised her eyebrows and glanced at her, "Since this statement can be passed down to this day, there is certainly some truth to it. You are still young. When you get married, you may not think so."
The round-faced nurse couldn't help but curiously asked: "Does Mr. Lu and Miss Shen really love each other? They are childhood sweethearts. Last time Ms. Shen was hospitalized, we all could see how kind Mr. Lu was to Miss Shen. But recently, people on the Internet are talking about Mr. Lu. I love the nanny’s daughter, why can’t I understand?”
Is it true, as the head nurse said, that the women these men eventually marry are just for family interests?
So Mr. Lu's kindness to Miss Shen is actually not because of love, but because of the friendship we grew up with?
The little nurse with a round face felt like she was going to be drunk from CP, and she suddenly felt unhappy.
The head nurse said angrily: "Okay, if you have time to gossip, why not do more work and get back to work quickly."
The three men drank coffee in silence.
The first one to break the silence was Ji Nanhuai.
"Lu Er, why do you have to meet me now?"
Xie Jin picked up the coffee in front of him, took a sip, raised his eyelids, and glanced at Lu Yanxing.
"Are you okay?"
"What's the matter? What can happen to Lu Er?" Xie Jin's confused words left Ji Nanhuai confused.
Lu Yanxing clenched his fist and put it to his mouth and coughed twice, his expression a little unnatural.
"you know?"
"Well, Miss Shen has called me all the time." Xie Jin put down the cup and asked, "Didn't she abandon you?"
"Lao Xie, you asked her to leave me? Aren't you afraid that other women will eat me up?"
Xie Jin casually picked up a medical journal from the bookshelf next to him and flipped through it. He said in a lazy tone, "Lu Er, just pretend."
"I really drank that glass of wine." Lu Yanxing cried out.
It's just that the waiter's movements when passing the wine were a bit weird, and the room card had an unknown meaning, so he kept it in mind and only took a sip.
The dose is actually limited, and everything is just a deliberate attempt to get closer.
"No, what are you talking about? I postponed the afternoon meeting, not to listen to your charades, what kind of wine, what women, please explain to me clearly." Ji Nanhuai was confused.
Lu Yanxing and Xie Jin glanced at each other with indifferent eyes, "It doesn't matter whether you understand or not."
Ji Nanhuai: ...I'm here to make up the numbers?
"Lao Xie..." Lu Yanxing was hesitant to speak.
"Huh?" Xie Jin glanced at him doubtfully.
"You know, that... girl is injured, what ointment should she use?"
Xie Jin's expression remained unchanged: "I'll give you a prescription."
Ji Nanhuai squinted his eyes and stared at Lu Yanxing with his eyelids half-lidded, "I know why I'm here."
…
The black Cullinan drove smoothly on the winding mountain road.
In the cramped carriage, Shen Qingwu sat close to the door, resting his elbows on the window frame, holding his chin, and kept looking at the receding scenery outside the window.
The sunlight created a halo on her face, making her skin look like gelatin and as delicate as porcelain.
Time passed little by little, and the endless silence made Lu Suisui feel more and more irritable.
He turned his head, looked at her beautiful side face, and said lightly: "You didn't go back to Shen's house last night."
"Um."
Lu Suizhi wanted to trap her under him like crazy, and asked her fiercely where she went last night and who she was with.
But he can't.
He didn't have any evidence to prove that she was with Lu Yanxing last night, but he and Xu Tian were photographed by the paparazzi.
"I'm worried that I can't find you."
"Um."
Seeing that she was still cold, Lu Sui continued to explain: "Qingwu, Xu Tian and I have nothing to do with each other. It's all written by reporters. I've asked the publicist to handle it."
Shen Qingwu sneered in his heart, almost wanting to expose his hypocrisy now.
She was silent before saying, "Yes, I understand."
Lu Sui felt extremely irritated, her reaction was wrong, everything was wrong.
She shouldn't be like this.
"Qingwu, am I in your heart..."
Before he finished speaking, the car had already driven into the Lu family's old house and slowly stopped.
Parked in front of them was Lu Yanxing's charming purple Koenigsegg.
The tall man leaned against the car door and smoked with his head lowered. His long legs were particularly eye-catching. The cuffs of his black shirt were slightly rolled up, revealing a small section of his fair and strong forearms. The dial between his wrists reflected the light of the sun.
He raised his eyes and looked at Cullinan with twinkling peach blossom eyes, his gaze falling straight on the face of the woman in the back seat.
He lightly curled his lips, threw away the cigarette in his hand, stood up straight, and walked towards the woman.
