In the villa a few steps away from Yan Qing's parking position, Chen Weiwei did not pretend to do her own thing as if nothing happened, but hid behind the door, watching Yan Qing drive a Maserati through the gap in the door and leave her sight farther and farther away.

Although Yan Qing left, Chen Weiwei could still feel his warm body temperature and the smell of residual perfume when she leaned against the door.

She didn't know that Yan Qing didn't usually wear perfume, that smell was just that her body was too tight with him when she was on the golf course, and the smell of perfume evaporated by the temperature jumped back and forth between the two of them, and the smell of each other made Chen Weiwei think that it was the perfume smell on Yan Qing's body.

She tried her best to restrain the kind of admiration that gradually ignited for Yan Qing in her heart, feeling that even such efforts could not resist the bottom line that was about to be broken, and the flood of love was about to rise in this seemingly dull summer, breaking through the impregnable embankment and drowning in her inner world.

"Yan Qing is my fiancé!"

In the "Tianchi" spa of the Park Hyatt Beijing, Zixi once said to Chen Weiwei like a long-ranging alarm bell, ringing in her mind regardless of time and place.

The simple Chen Weiwei only knew that Yan Qing and Zixi were engaged in the Year of the Monkey, but she didn't know one of them, and she wouldn't have thought that Zixi's love for Yan Qing had already changed from wishful thinking to unrequited love at a certain time intersection.

She didn't know the inside story, and deep in her heart, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for her best friend Zixi, feeling like a junior rubbing other people's business.

Chen Weiwei carried the LV handbag upstairs and returned to her bedroom, the quiet bedroom was full of her oil paintings, plus the collection can be opened in the Beijing Exhibition Center for a personal exhibition that is enough to shock the capital.

If Da Vinci has seen those finished oil paintings, he will be crazy to praise, the painting techniques and skills are not inferior to the painting masters of the medieval Renaissance, the three years of study in the United States not only did not bury her creation of oil paintings, but made her more perfect on the oil painting skills, behind each work there is a twists and turns and bizarre moving stories, but also entrusts her with the purest and most beautiful nostalgia for the past life.

The portrait of Yan Qingyou that he had just begun to create was placed on the easel, waiting for Chen Weiwei to give him the most real life.

Chen Weiwei, who was out of balance in her heart, didn't want to do anything, and lay on the bed sideways, and the soft Simmons round bed was stunned by her to smash out a crater that would only be left by a meteorite fall

Eyes intently looked at the rainbow ceiling that was dressed up on a whim after she returned from studying abroad, this is what she once thought was the greatest work, and it was painted for two months at home, and now it looks like there is nothing left of dazzling love, but it makes her miss the white and clean before, although it is a little boring, at least it will not be seen inadvertently and dyed mood and emotion, which makes people irritable.

Her mind was blank and she buzzed and stopped, her heart was like a mess of yarn trembling, the more she wanted to straighten it out, it backfired and began to knot, the soft bed turned into a black hole vortex with the strongest suction power in the universe at this time, she felt an irresistible force gradually eating away at her resistance, and she was about to be sucked into it.

While she was in a daze, an alarm-like sound dragged her out of the whirlpool, and she was awakened from her bed like a nightmare.

She took out the phone from her bag, the flickering screen showed Zixi's name, and she sat on the edge of the bed and tried to pick it up but somehow, the phone slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground.

"Does that mean anything?" Chen Weiwei, who was already empty in her heart, muttered to herself, an ominous premonition brewed in the depths of her soul, looking at the mobile phone that fell to the ground and still not being hung up, it lasted for a minute, and when the mobile phone was no longer breathing like just now, she picked it up from the floor and put it back on the bed.

Zixi's call slept on Chen Weiwei's bed for several rounds in a row, Chen Weiwei lay on the bed with her face covered with her hands, not knowing what to say at the moment she picked up the phone, but it was not a way to hide like this, after all, in such a crowded city, people turned left and right to pass by, the probability of meeting was far higher than the winning rate of the lottery, and it was impossible to walk back and forth with a mask when going out, and society was not a masquerade that could block your face every day.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't hear your call just now, and I just saw a missed call and gave you back"

Like other people living in the city, Chen Weiwei learned to lie in the process of not knowing how to refuse others again and again, and used white lies to round her hesitation and delay.

"What are you doing! It's so difficult for me to call you, and it's more strenuous to talk to you than to meet a superstar."

The moment Zixi heard Chen Weiwei's voice, the grumbling in her heart was like a volcano that had finally erupted, and if she didn't spew out again, others would be anxious for her.

"I just have nothing to do today, I want to ask you to go to the beauty salon with me, I wonder if you are free?"

"Not today, I'm not feeling well today, so let's wait for the day when the time is right for both of us, I invite you to do beauty, how about it?"

Chen Weiwei, who is not very good at hiding her feelings, was afraid that she would not know how to face it after seeing Zixi, so she lied that she was unwell and refused the invitation.

Zixi, who had a hunch before answering the phone, was unimpressed with such an answer, which was completely expected, so he hung up the phone without saying anything more, and used such an instant end to protest Chen Weiwei's faceless refusal today.

Chen Weiwei put the mobile phone close to her body and put it on the bed, she suddenly woke up in the confusion in her mind, took the handbag and poured all the things inside on the bed, scattered items were scattered everywhere on the bed, she looked at these familiar items but unexpectedly found a long box, and she didn't find such a thing in her bag before in the co-pilot of romance.

A beautifully packaged long jewelry box, yes, it is indeed a jewelry box not far from herself, the packaging is quite exquisite, she gently picked up the box, rubbed back and forth in her hand for a while before slowly opening it, without any psychological preparation, she saw that it was a white gold necklace, although the silver light was not very bright, but it was also a little dazzling.

There is also a note in the box.

"I know you won't accept it in person, so I give it to you in this way, I hope you like it"

Chen Weiwei, who has long been numb to gold and silver jewelry to the point of indifference, saw that the familiar signature of the note was still Yanqing, which was the same as the superstar's high-imitation signature before, and the writing was still the same as the dragon and phoenix.

She sat on the edge of the bed and watched Yan Qing's childish behavior, not knowing why he always likes to do such old-fashioned things, the note was crumpled in her hand in an instant, waiting for the fate of the next destination of the trash can.

She really wanted to throw away the platinum necklace at this moment, but sometimes the actual action really can't be dominated by impulsive thoughts. After sitting on the edge of the bed and hesitating for a long time, he finally decided to return the items to their original owners, including the note that seemed to have been ravaged beyond recognition.

Chen Weiwei, who has always paid attention to her image, must have more than half an hour of makeup time before going out, she was in the bedroom, re-examined her makeup in the mirror and processed it a little, then went to the garage and drove the Ferrari out of the villa area.

It's not a long distance, that is, when I close my eyes and open my eyes, I came to the basement downstairs of Yanqing's company.

She just turned off the fire and unbuckled her seat belt, and her hand touched the jewelry box like an electric shock to remind her, what if she bumped into Zixi, she became cautious with her inner nervous expansion, if she really bumped into it, it would be a terrible thing, the two just didn't come up to fight, at least the scolding could collapse half of the building.

"Are you alone in the company now?"

After dialing Yan Qing's phone, Chen Weiwei asked in a soft voice with a tentative tone.

"Yes, yes! I'm in the company right now, what's the matter? ”

"Can you wait a minute if you're not busy? I'll go up and send you something."

"Good! Come on, I'm not leaving, I'm waiting for you in the office, 16th floor is just don't go wrong"

Yan Qing sat directly from the chair to the table, almost suffocating with excitement.

"Hmm"

Knowing that Yan Qing was alone in the office, Chen Weiwei was relieved and boldly took the jewelry box and went straight to the 16th floor of the building.

It may be that Yan Qing had said hello before, and the little girl at the front desk watched Chen Weiwei stride in without any hindrance.