Amusing.

Seeing this scene not far away, I couldn't help but slanted the corners of my mouth coldly, is this profiteer taking all of us for fools? If it weren't for him, how could David, a small manager, have the ability to steal a sky-high treasure and hide it from everyone without knowing it?

This is clearly a move to abandon the car and protect the handsome.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I straightened up and stepped forward, "Mr. Nicholas, I think we should be suspicious—"

"Mr. Nicholas," the sentence was cut off by Zossy, who was following him, and blocked back the awe-inspiring words that I burst out, and he smiled gracefully, "Now that everything has fallen into place and the matter has been settled, we can't stay any longer...... I will compensate you for the damage according to the transaction price to express our apologies. ”

"Well, Mr. Furcummings, this is not needed......" Nicholas couldn't help but refuse in embarrassment, I rolled my eyes, a fake for a hundred million dollars, he could accept it calmly.

"No, it's the fault of the weaving in the first place, we should compensate, please don't shirk."

Sure enough, Zosi is still looking for Nicholas to get under the stairs, so that Nicholas will be greatly relieved of his anger at the Furcummings family because I have intentionally or unintentionally exposed his tricks, and in addition, Zosi saved some face for him in public at such an embarrassing moment, Nicholas is naturally grateful, and it will not be a problem to provide some convenience for the Furmings family in the future.

Moreover, as far as the family itself is concerned, in front of so many dignitaries present, Zosi showed the demeanor and bearing of a family leader in this matter, which is very beneficial to shaping the image of the family.

"Tsk, what an expensive knock-off." Shang Xun shook his head with a smile, and there was obvious sarcasm in his words. Both Nicholas and Zosi changed their faces slightly.

However, it seems that as long as he gets the real "crystal", Shang Xunyi does not plan to delve into it further. I'm flattening my mouth, no matter how deep the troubled waters are this time, only these men who are accustomed to fighting in the business world know. I'd better stop taking the liberty of getting involved.

*

Back at the family mansion, after a long day of running around, I went straight upstairs, but as soon as I entered the room with my front foot, someone brought something from my back foot.

I looked intently, and inside the rectangular glass box that was carefully carried in by the subordinates, it was the painting that Zosi had auctioned at a high price today, "Moonlit Night".

"Wait, why did you send it to my house......"

The end of the word disappeared into the figure that appeared in the doorway immediately after. The group set up the painting and turned to listen to Zosi's orders.

"Let's go down." He said nonchalantly.

"Yes." The group retreated, and carefully closed the door.

Quiet room.

He seemed to be waiting, and when even the dust in the air was silent to the extreme, he paced to the painting, his gaze lingering.

"It's an amazing tone." He said, his ethereal tone and memory, piercing the past.

"Since I like it so much. It should be left in your room and appreciated. I said silently.

Standing in front of the painting, he looked back at me. The light in his eyes seemed to be gradually dyed with the style of art, and the shallow waves rippled slightly, "Liuori, you like it too, do you remember?" ”

His gaze was fixed, and he thought he would say it again like last time. I'm a part of his life, and what I have naturally belongs to his kind of words. It's just that I was at a loss, and I really didn't have any impression of his so-called liking.

"I remember when you were learning to draw, one time when you were flipping through a picture book. When I saw this painting "Moonlit Night," his slow tone seemed to be a guide to follow the seduction, "at that time you said that the artistic conception of this painting makes you want to peel off your soul and melt into it purely. ”

I couldn't help but chuckle, if I hadn't been reminded, I wouldn't have remembered when I had spoken such literary and artistic words, and if I had been now, I would never have been able to say it.

"I've been keeping an eye on it all these years until I heard the news of this 'Moonlit Night' a few months ago, Ruori," he said, his eyes a little hot, "it belongs to you." ”

I stood still, staring at the painting from afar, muttering, "It's a pity ......"

"What a pity?" He was puzzled.

"It's a pity," I said, "that this painting should belong to someone who really likes it, not me." ”

"But don't you like it?"

I nodded, but shook my head again, "I like it, but out of appreciation for anything good, it's a normal reaction for everyone, but today's Mr. White, I can tell that he is the one who really loves this painting......"

"Is someone who doesn't even dare to follow the price of $100 million a beloved?" There was some disdain between the words, and a few more ups and downs, "Ruori, I know that you really love this painting, and I bought it because I love you, including the price of $99.99 million, you know what this number means......"

Looking away, unwilling to touch his burning gaze, which seemed to be covered with a layer of flame, I became more and more intoned, "Love or not love is never something that money can measure, perhaps that Mr. White's fortune is not so rich, not so rich that he can lift a weight in the face of a hundred million, and ......" I sighed softly, "It is a tragic thing for a painting to fall into the hands of someone who does not love it deeply, because a misplaced painting can never show its most charming beauty." ”

I looked at the "Moonlit Night" by the window, and the shallow moonlight of the painter's brush was rippling in the forest, revealing a trace of sorrow in the beauty.

In fact, it is not only the misplaced paintings that are eclipsed, but also our misplaced fate, under the fetters of countless loves and hates.

He walked up to me a few steps, his eyebrows furrowed, his voice already moody, "Ruori, tell me, what the hell is going to do to keep your eyes on me?" I could hand over the whole world to you, but you don't want to look at it, you tell me......" The last four words disappeared into a trace of despair in his voice, and sank into the night, and disappeared in a flash.

I wanted.

I picked a light smile, all I want in my life is freedom.

However, he did not understand.

"It's late...... I grimaced, silently chasing away the guest, but the moment I turned around, my fingertips were caught by him.

His hands were cold, like keys soaked in moonlight in the dark night.

"Tell me," said in a low tone, without emotion, "the reason why you went to Si last night was because you wanted to investigate the shooting, because you wanted to lure the mastermind behind the scenes, not to see him, did you?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, thinking about it, he wanted to ask this sentence a long time ago, but he has endured it until now. (To be continued......)

PS: I sincerely recommend my friend's masterpiece: "Lotus Mou". ^_^

"If you dare to be the first in the world, the concubine will live and die!"