evening

At 6:20, Yan Mingyu returned to the suite he and Yin Moyuan bought on time. Looking at Yin Mokite, who was sitting on the sofa quietly watching a soap opera, eating candied fruit as if nothing had happened, his heart was full of relief.

After about fifteen minutes, the two of them began to eat. No one mentioned what happened in the afternoon, or the photos, but they didn't communicate anything either, like they were in a cold war. After eating, Yin Moyuan continued to watch TV, and Yan Mingyu went directly upstairs to deal with the documents, and the two of them were like that: the most familiar strangers. They are like unfamiliar tenants living under the same roof. The hourly worker is already familiar with this kind of scene, thinking that when he comes at noon, he will sort out the cosmetics in the bedroom, and he knows that he must have quarreled again.

The hourly worker thought: The two of them are a good match, whether it is their appearance or family background, it is a match made in heaven. And my wife is also very good to my husband! Sometimes she only has a hand in dinner, and she doesn't know what is going on or why she quarrels. I can't figure it out, rich people just have a lot of troubles!

night

At half past nine in the evening, An Chuyin and Quan Zedui worked hard in the study, writing hard. Seeing that he had no sense of existence, Quan Zedui secretly scolded himself in his heart, why did he hand over the project to her in the first place? Isn't this unpleasant for himself!

After half an hour, Quan Zewan put down the diamond-studded gold fountain pen in his hand and moved his muscles and bones, An Chuyin still lowered his head and revised the drawings. Quan Zedui went downstairs and brought two glasses of water up, and handed one to An Chuyin. An Chuyin took the water, took a sip, and continued to draw.

Kwon Zedui is aggrieved and is still being ignored.

"Wife, stop painting, let's go wash and sleep!" Quan Zedui held on to An Chuyin's painting and said.

An Chuyin didn't even look at him, shook his hand away, and said, "Don't make trouble! There is another part that will complete this! If you sleepy yourself and go to sleep, I will sleep in the evening!"

Quan Zewan was deeply shocked, and his importance was no match for a picture.

"Wife, stop drawing, you can come up and draw after dinner, don't raise your head, your neck will be very sore!Let's stop drawing, let's go wash the fragrance together!" Quan Zewan looked at the serious An Chuyin with an expectant expression.

An Chuyin didn't even give Quan Zewan a look, so he said, "No need! you go wash it! I have something to ask you tomorrow!"

Quan Zedui immediately became interested and asked, "What's the matter?"

An Chuyin raised his head at this time, pressed his neck, and asked, "Do you remember that Australian gentleman on the day of the auction? I feel as if I have seen him somewhere, have you seen him? Do you know who he is?"

Quan Zedu's face darkened, she took care of herself, it was actually because of a man, and it was a strange man she had met once. He immediately became arrogant, looked away, and said, "I don't know! I haven't seen it! I don't know!"

An Chuyin frowned, and said to herself: "But I seem to have really seen him!"

"If you don't know, you don't know!" said Kwon Zedu, suppressing the fire in his heart.

An Chuyin shook his head a little helplessly, and said, "You! Forget it, we will meet each other by fate." If you're really sleepy, don't wait for me, I'll go to sleep!"

Kwon Taek Twilight was even more uncomfortable and was ignored again. What's even more infuriating is that because of a drawing and a strange man who ignored himself, this is to kick his nose in the face!

He snatched the drawing pen from An Chuyin's hand, and without saying a word, he picked up An Chuyin with a horizontal hug.