"I shouldn't have accidentally fallen asleep last night. Again, I deeply regretted it.

But Han Sheng took the initiative to help sort out the information, and he would never dismantle his own platform, right?

In the end, as expected, after submitting and reporting the sorted out materials, I finally passed safely.

After the reports of other departments, Han Sheng still had a solemn face, and he almost kept a straight face from beginning to end.

I'm pretty sure he's a grumpy blind cat! Absolutely.

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At the end of the meeting, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, seeing that Han Sheng was busy and couldn't get off work, after saying hello, I left the company directly.

As soon as I walked out of the company's gate, a bodyguard leaning sideways against a silver convertible waved at me.

"Erlang God, why are you free today?" I approached the bodyguard.

"What Erlang God?" the bodyguard took the initiative to walk to the passenger seat and gentlemanly opened the door for me.

"Isn't this your trident?" I pointed to the pattern in the middle of the steering wheel in front of him after sitting down with my bodyguard.

"What a Maserati is actually called a trident by you......" The bodyguard looked at me helplessly.

"What kind of chicken do horses kill...... It's still a lot more kind to the trident!" I laughed.

The car, I don't understand.

But in my opinion, having a convertible should be very powerful, just like those dark horses raised by Hao, Ferrari.

A man's pursuit of a car is like a woman's love for jewelry, and I think this trident must be worth a lot of money.

"The trident is the trident, if you are happy. The bodyguard smiled wryly.

"So where are we going now? You're not going to sell me, are you?" I squinted at the bodyguard.

"I don't have to go to work tomorrow and Saturday, why don't we go for a walk in West Lake and watch the night view?" the bodyguard suddenly proposed.

"West Lake? Did I hear me wrong? You mean Hangzhou West Lake?" I asked repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, it's less than two hours by car!

"Aren't you tired?" I asked the bodyguard.

Thinking that Han Sheng didn't seem to have slept much in the past two days, and had been busy with work, I think the bodyguard who was in the meeting with him should also be sleep deprived!

"I'm OK, what about you, are you tired?" the bodyguard asked me rhetorically.

"I'm fine!" I replied cheerfully.

"Yesterday in the car you said that you are almost going back to Xiamen, or just take a two-day tour, go to the West Lake, go to the Xixi Wetland by the way, if you want to go to Wuzhen to walk, but the ** tower to climb it, because you have been to the Yellow Crane Tower, are the towers are almost the same. Speaking of playing, the bodyguards began to plan.

"I can pull it, but it's better to talk to Han Sheng, otherwise he might think I'm missing and run to report the crime!"

Then I called the bodyguard to tell Han Sheng, thinking of his stinky face at the meeting just now, if he knew that after work, the bodyguard and I were at ease, I would have the heart to kill.

I still want to go back to Xiamen alive.

After the bodyguard and Han Sheng reported to the house, we returned to Lanju.

"You wait in the living room first, I'll go upstairs and get a few changes of clothes. With that, I went straight upstairs.

When I went downstairs, I found the bodyguard looking at the painting on the wall.

"What about Blue Moon's poems and paintings?" the bodyguard asked, turning to me.

In the morning, Han Sheng said that he was tired of looking at it, and then he replaced the painting. ”

I forgot about it completely, and I set off in the morning in a hurry, so I didn't have time to ask in detail why I had replaced the painting.

"This is not the style of the Blue Moon. The bodyguard approached the painting and looked at it for a long time: "Blue Heart ?......"

"Yes! Last night I had nothing to do, so I scribbled on it, and when I woke up in the morning, it hung on it! ”

Strictly speaking, I was a victim, and the painting was stolen and altered without notice or permission.

Fortunately, I am as generous as I am, so I don't bother with this shameless thief.

"This golden sunrise, sparkling on the majestic sea level, the brushstrokes can be seen that it should be Han Sheng! The real, virtual, thick, and light of the picture are used to make texture effects, strong chiaroscuro, and subtle brushwork, overlapping and interweaving on the picture, showing the color changes under the sun......

The bodyguard continued: "Han Sheng is very particular about using the pen, he organically and skillfully integrates various methods such as thick painting, flat painting, thin painting, and loose painting, and the brushwork is full of rhythm and rhyme, which can be said to be a stroke of genius......

I hear it.

The bodyguard said that after Han Sheng's modification, this rotten painting could barely be seen.

But no matter how high the evaluation is, he is a thief!

"It's a pity......" The bodyguard stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking.

"What is a pity?" I asked, looking at the bodyguard, curious.

"It's a pity...... I don't know when you'll find out, but we're actually spinning tops with the same frequency. The bodyguard stretched out his hand and caressed my cheek, looked at me affectionately, and said.

What kind of trick is the bodyguard?

"Don't make a fuss, let's go!" I slapped his hand away in an instant.

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The thin clouds could not stop the fiery sunset, and although there were occasional thunderclaps after a thunderstorm, it only set off the dreamy purple and blue sky.

The streamlined silver sports car is speeding on the Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway, and the beautiful classical music reverberates in the spacious and comfortable car.

The bodyguard half-leaned on the seat, driving the steering wheel neatly, flashing a pair of usually sharp eyes, and now leisurely staring at the road in front of him.

His well-fitting suit, broad shoulders, and sturdy and slender legs make him look as handsome as a sports model.

With a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, his slender hands on the steering wheel seem to have been carefully carved by an artist.

"Horn--"

Hearing the horn from behind, the bodyguard and I glanced in the rearview mirror at the same time, and it was a red BMW sports car closely behind. The bodyguard ignored it and continued to follow the road.

"Horn--Horn-Horn-!"

A burst of urgent horns came from behind, obviously following the impatient car owner who wanted to rush ahead.

"Why don't you let him?" I saw that the car behind me was approaching, so I proposed to the bodyguard.

Before he could figure out what was happening, the bodyguard suddenly turned the car into the outside lane and watched as the red BMW overtook us at lightning speed.

All of this was fatal in a matter of seconds, and time stood still.

The bodyguard who was forced to step aside to let the lane come back to his senses in the thrill, he snorted coldly with an expressionless face, raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and accelerated forward without thinking.

The bodyguard skillfully and neatly stepped on the accelerator, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he estimated in his heart that he could overtake the left lane in the blink of an eye.

"Forget it, stop chasing!" I hurriedly stopped the bodyguard.