Hearing this, the man nodded, took out a business card from his arms and handed it to Lin Hongyu: "When this painting can be sold, call me." ”

After saying that, the man glanced at the baby picture again, turned around and left the gallery.

The business card in Lin Hongyu's hand is made of thick material, and three words are written in Song style on the gilded cover: "Ji Liangchen".

Lin Hongyu frowned, and casually stuffed the business card into the business card holder.

Lu Mengran's illness is getting worse day by day, she seems to be trapped in her own world, and often doesn't even respond to Lin Hongyu asking her to eat.

"Mr. Lin, I suggest that you transfer your wife to a quiet place, which is really not suitable for her to recuperate. The doctor said worriedly.

After all, this is the twelfth floor, in case Lu Mengran jumps off the building and commits suicide one day, how can the hospital explain?

Lin Hongyu has a single-family villa in the suburbs, and when he heard this, he was silent for a while, but he still nodded.

But Lu Mengran, who knew that he could be discharged from the hospital, was unwilling to live in Lin Hongyu's villa.

"You've paid for my medical bills, and you've taken care of me for so long, I can just stay in the gallery lounge. Lu Mengran shook his hand resolutely.

Lin Hongyu looked at Lu Mengran with a complicated expression and explained: "There are not many tasks in the gallery these days, you don't have to go, I'll look for you when I'm busy." ”

Lu Mengran shook his head, looked at Lin Hongyu seriously and gestured and explained: "No, it's useless, I'm bothering you so much now, I must do something for you." ”

Lin Hongyu knew that she didn't want to trouble herself, so she smiled reluctantly: "In that case, it's okay for you to stay in the gallery during the day and go home for a while, right? ”

Lu Mengran agreed, and after going home and putting away his luggage, Lu Mengran put forward a suggestion to go to the gallery to have a look.

"Although the gallery has lost you in the past few days, the business has not been delayed much. Lin Hongyu said to Lu Mengran in the co-pilot while driving.

Lu Mengran smiled lightly and gestured: "I'm just a wasted person, and the gallery doesn't have any less trouble than me." ”

Before I arrived at the gallery, I heard a call from my assistant.

"Mr. Lin, someone in the gallery just came to look for trouble, and a painting was scratched!" The assistant also encountered the situation of trouble for the first time, and hurriedly called Lin Hongyu in fear.

Lin Hongyu opened it out, and Lu Mengran could clearly hear the assistant's anxious crying voice because of worry, and there was a domineering female voice.

"Give me this painting to paint all the flowers!" The familiar voice and the familiar arrogant tone were exactly the same as the one in Lu Mengran's memory.

It was Lu Manwen's voice.

"Which painting did she draw?" Lin Hongyu hurriedly asked, and the assistant on the other end thought for a while and replied, "What is the new painting you hung up?" ”

Lin Hongyu glanced at Lu Mengran worriedly, and parked the car on the side of the road with a "squeak".

Hearing Lu Manwen's voice, Lu Mengran only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and the scene of her snatching the child from her arms overlapped in front of her eyes, and Lu Mengran's eyes could hardly focus.

"Mengran, are you okay?" Lin Hongyu hung up the phone, reached out and pressed the window to let fresh air into the car, and asked worriedly.

Lu Mengran took a few deep breaths, and his eyes were still a little straight.

Lin Hongyu patted the back of her hand: "It may be that someone is making trouble, it's not an important matter, I'll send you back first and then deal with it." ”