Opening the door, An Ruchu got out of the way and asked Xie Ziwen to carry the box into the living room, An Ruchu looked at it for a while, couldn't see anything, and asked, "What is this?"

"Miss An, won't you know when you open it and take a look?" Xie Ziwen said.

An Ruchu frowned, walked to the box by herself, and tried to open the box, but it was a little heavy, she didn't open it at once, Xie Ziwen saw it, and came over to help, "I'll do these heavy work."

"Well, there is Lao. An Ruchu stepped out of the way, watching Xie Ziwen easily open the lid of the box, but there were still layers of silk cloth inside, which looked mysterious and precious.

An Ruchu walked up to him, smelled a faint fragrance of oil paint, was slightly stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly opened the silk cloth wrapped outside layer by layer.

It wasn't until the last layer was lifted that An Ruchu froze in place when he saw the yellowed scrolls inside, his eyes seemed to be glued to those scrolls, and he couldn't move them for a moment.

"Why did Miss An ......" Xie Ziwen looked shocked when he saw her, and he also leaned over to take a look, and when he saw the picture scroll inside, he was also stunned, and muttered, "This ...... How could this be the painting of Mr. Antaizhi...... How can there be ......?"

An Ruchu was also completely shocked, An Taizhi's paintings were almost impossible to find on the market, and there was no news, but now there was a box here, not to mention dozens of Mo Chen's paintings

She was really completely unexpected, and she couldn't figure out how Mo Chen got these paintings, and there were so many

Could it be that he knew An Taizhi before, or was there some connection? Otherwise, where would he have found so many paintings?

Besides, why did he give it to her at this time? What did he mean?

Doubts came into his mind, An Ruchu's brows furrowed deeply, and there seemed to be a lot of yarn in his heart, and he couldn't figure it out.

After Xie Ziwen was surprised, he calmed down, he stared at An Ruchu deeply, and his face was thoughtful.

The two of them were like this, An Ruchu looked at the box and pondered, Xie Ziwen looked at An Ruchu and pondered, which lasted for a long, long time.

Until, the door suddenly opened, and a small figure walked in, asking a childish question, "Huh, Mommy, what are you doing?

Momo's voice rang out suddenly, An Ruchu came back to her senses suddenly, she turned her head and pulled a smile, "Momo is back, why don't you sleep at school at noon today?"

"It's a holiday this afternoon" Mo Mo took off his schoolbag and put it on the sofa, staring at Xie Ziwen with a pair of big black eyes, with a vigilant look.

An Ruchu thought that there was another person here, so he explained to Momo: "This is President Mo's special assistant, and he specially sent something over." ”

"Oooh. Mo Mo's twisted little eyebrows stretched out, his attitude was much better, and he said crisply: "Uncle Xie is good"

Xie Ziwen was stunned for a moment when he saw Momo, then looked at An Ruchu, and then understood, bowed slightly, and said, "Hello"

Mo Mo smiled slightly, and also came over to look at the contents of the box, he glanced at it, but he didn't know what it was, and pouted, "So many paintings, are they for Qingqing?"

"It can be said that it is" An Ruchu laughed, speaking of which, Mo Chen sent this painting over, it should be so that Qingqing can learn it relatively quickly, but in the end, that painting was given to her.

Although she didn't know where Mo Chen got the painting, she was extremely happy that she could find it back.

Xie Ziwen looked at the time and said, "The painting has been delivered, and I should leave too." ”

"Okay, hard work. An Ruchu sent him out of the door, but when Xie Ziwen was about to go out, he suddenly turned around and looked at her deeply, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes, as if he had something to say and hesitated.

An Ruchu frowned, "Anything else?"

Pursing his lips, Xie Ziwen hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head, "It's okay, I'll go first." ”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, a meticulously ironed suit that was straight, as hard and straight as bamboo.

An Ruchu stood at the door and watched his figure gradually walk away, a trace of deep thought passed on his face, this person seemed to be a little strange, he knew himself?

"Mommy?" Momo tugged at the corner of her clothes behind her and called softly, "Mommy?"

An Ruchu turned around, pinched Momo's face, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I just think this person is a little strange." ”

"Oh. Momo pursed his lips and pointed to the paintings, "This painting seems to have been around for a long time, do you want Qingqing to learn from it?"

An Ruchu smiled, and her eyes became extremely gentle and precious, and after a while, she said: "No matter how powerful a person is, he will never be able to paint such a work again, it is incomparable." ”

As soon as Xie Ziwen returned to the company, he immediately went to Mo Chen to report, Mo Chen had just finished the meeting, and saw Xie Ziwen standing at the door waiting, and asked casually, "Sent over?"

"Yes" Xie Ziwen nodded and said toughly: "I have already sent it over just now, Miss An is very happy." ”

Mo Chen glanced at him deeply, mumbled, and walked directly into the office, Xie Ziwen hesitated for a moment, and followed in.

"Anything else?" Mo Chen sat down, folded his legs on the table, and looked at Xie Ziwen from bottom to top.

Xie Ziwen lowered his head slightly, gritted his teeth, and hesitated for a while before asking, "How did President Mo get Mr. An's painting?" Maybe it would be abrupt for me to ask like this, but I have always admired Mr. An, so I want to know. ”

Mo Chen smiled clearly, "That's it?" he smiled, "It's just a coincidence, when Mr. An was imprisoned and his home was raided, I bought all the paintings left behind in his house, it's so simple." ”

"Is it really just that?" Xie Ziwen's eyes widened, with anticipation in his eyes, "Is there anything else?" or do you know the whereabouts of the child adopted by Mr. An?"

Mo Chen's eyes froze, and he suddenly looked at him, "How would I know?" I have nothing to do with Mr. An, I just think that the things he painted are good, and my father who happened to think about it also likes it, so I thought about buying it and giving it to him, but then I was reluctant to keep it there. ”

After a pause, he laughed briefly, "As for the child you mentioned, I haven't heard of it, so how can I know where she went? Xie Ziwen, do you think I look like so many nosy people?"

Xie Ziwen's eyes darkened, a touch of loss passed over his face, he lowered his head, his voice was deep and muffled, "I'm sorry I was abrupt"

Mo Chen sighed and said, "I know that you have been working hard for Mr. An's case, but I really can't do anything. ”

At the beginning, he used a painting of An Taizhi to dig Xie Ziwen from Rong Xiang's father, and Rong Xiang's father was also fascinated by An Taizhi's paintings before he was willing to let him go.

If it weren't for this relationship, Rong Xiang's father would not have taken Xie Ziwen in, but it was just because of Xie Ziwen's loyalty to An Taizhi.

In his selfish heart, Mo Chen must be appreciative of Xie Ziwen, but he has never been a nosy person, so naturally he will not care too much.

"I understand. Xie Ziwen nodded, didn't say anything, and went out lonely.

Mo Chen pinched his chin, suddenly thought of something, and called Rong Xiang.

Time passed day by day, Qingqing practiced hard for more than half a month, and made leaps and bounds, not only similar in appearance, but also with some charm.

An Ruchu was very satisfied with this, although she didn't dare to say that it could be compared to her own painting, but to defeat Dong Zihan, it was enough.

Now that there are still two days to go before the finals, An Ruchu didn't let Qingqing do anything, just let her go home and sleep well, take care of her spirits, wait for the finals, and win in one fell swoop

Qingqing heard that she could finally rest, she exhaled a long breath, and couldn't help stretching, "Ah, I can finally sleep well, I'm really tired lately, I don't think I've tried so hard so much."

"Okay, you're glad you learn quickly, otherwise you have to continue" An Ruchu smiled: "Hurry up and go back, just rest well for the past two days, don't run around, on the day of the finals, it must be a war." ”

Qingqing nodded, "I know, I will, Sister An, I'll go back first, bye." ”

"Okay, be careful on the road. An Ruchu sent her out, Qingqing turned around one step at a time, and kept waving her hand, "Bye Sister An, don't be so reluctant when you go back, it's not life and death, I'll meet soon, bye, I'm leaving."

An Ruchu smiled and watched Qingqing enter the elevator before entering the door and returning to the room.

There was a special vacant space on the ground, specially used to hang those specially framed paintings, An Ruchu stretched out his hand and brushed it gently, inch by inch, and his eyes slowly turned red.

Qingqing came out of An Ruchu's house, thinking that he was going to be at home for two days, so he planned to go to the supermarket opposite to buy some food and go back, at this time there was no car on the road, Qingqing didn't care too much, humming a song in his mouth, and jumping across the past while walking.

However, at this moment, a black van came out of nowhere and rushed directly at lightning speed.

Qingqing heard the voice, and as soon as she turned her head, she saw the front of the car rushing directly towards her, she exclaimed, wanting to hide, but her speed was comparable to the car, and it was too late.

Qingqing listened to the roar of the car engine getting closer and closer, and her heart was almost desperate, and there was only one thought in her mind: Nima, even if I have not eaten yet, even if I am going to die, I must be a full ghost instead of being so bitter as now

The roar of the car approached, and Qingqing seemed to hear the call of death, and at that moment, despair was overwhelming.

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