Cheng Xiaoyun also woke up, and she shrank back.

"Sleep, don't be in a daze!"

"I wasn't in a daze, it's just that I still have to go to work on Monday, and I didn't go back last night, and we still have a relative at home."

"Isn't your wife home?"

I suddenly remembered that Cheng Xiaoyun didn't know that my wife and I were going to divorce.

"My wife is on a business trip, my wife's cousin lives in our house, I didn't go back last night, I'm worried that she will tell my wife."

"What are you afraid of? Now it's too late for you to go back, so you might as well take a good rest. By the way, tomorrow you don't go to work, ask the company for leave, I'll take you to a place and let you see a good thing. ”

Cheng Xiaoyun said it so mysteriously that I was a little curious.

The next morning, I woke up and called my manager to ask for leave.

The manager knew that I had just been discharged from the hospital after being injured, so he didn't ask much and directly approved the leave.

Cheng Xiaoyun asked the hotel to help hail a taxi, and then went out after breakfast with me.

When he took a taxi to the international exhibition hall, Cheng Xiaoyun asked the driver to stop.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw a familiar figure, it was actually my wife Zhang Ailing.

She stood outside the gate of the center of the international pavilion, the rose-red cheongsam fabric wrapped around her thin but curvaceous body, as if she was blown by the wind and caught a cold.

At this moment, in the distance, the sound of a car reached the eardrums.

In my sight, a black sedan slowly approached and stopped in front of the steps of the building.

Directly in front of the car, the eagle-shaped logo faintly reveals a calm domineering spirit.

I recognized it as a Bentley, and thought to myself: How can such an atmospheric and calm car cost millions!

I was wondering how my wife Zhang Ailing could be here, but she ran to the door of the Bentley, as if to greet some VIP.

"Mr. Wang, it's here." The Bentley driver's door opened, and a young man in a black suit got out of the car and respectfully opened the back door.

The man's handsome eyes raised slightly and looked at Zhang Ailing lightly, and Zhang Ailing went up to greet him.

Because of the distance, I didn't hear what the two of them were saying, but I felt like the two of them knew each other, and the relationship didn't seem to be simple.

Could it be that this man is the guy in the rain with WeChat ID?

Just when I was wondering, Cheng Xiaoyun patted me on the shoulder from behind, smiled and said, "What are you looking at?" Haven't you ever seen a rich man? ”

"I saw my wife just now, and I don't know how she came to the International Pavilion."

"Didn't you say your wife was on a business trip? Looks like you're lying! "Cheng Xiaoyun didn't seem to mind me lying at all, but she was curious why I didn't dare to go up and say hello when I saw my wife.

I followed Cheng Xiaoyun into the exhibition hall, and it turned out that Cheng Xiaoyun actually planned to take me to visit the exhibition.

In front of an oil painting, I saw the man again.

This time the two of us were very close, so I could see it very clearly.

He has a young and cold face, hair like ink, long eyebrows and sideburns, handsome eyes are thin but bright, cold and cold, revealing a kind of innate sharp aura.

The man wore a well-fitting black Armani suit, which made his figure even more slender and handsome.

When I exchanged glances with him, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

I was absolutely not mistaken, and from the look in his eyes, I felt as if he knew me.

However, I'm sure it's the first time I've seen him.

"Mr. Wang, please inside." The manager of the center of the exhibition hall had already rushed over, and his face was full of a decent smile, and there was an unconcealable flattery in his respect.

The man just let out a faint "um" in his throat, and walked away.

I SAW HIM PULL HIS PHONE OUT OF HIS POCKET, IT WAS THE LATEST IPHONE.

He made a phone call, didn't know what to say, then hung up and looked back at me.

Although he had been careful to pretend to be casual when he turned back, I could clearly feel that his gaze was on me.

Cheng Xiaoyun didn't know when she jumped out again, grabbed my arm directly, and asked me to go to a place with her.

I glanced around for a while, and found Zhang Ailing standing in a corner, her eyes resting on the man's back.

Cheng Xiaoyun took me to a VIP hall for an art exhibition, ordinary guests are forbidden to enter, I don't know how Cheng Xiaoyun took me in unimpeded, and the manager in charge of the VIP room seemed to know Cheng Xiaoyun, nodded and smiled at her.

"Are you familiar with this place?"

"Occasionally, I would buy one or two works, and I would collect them."

"Who are the paintings here? How much does a painting sell for? ”

"A modernist painter has been very popular in the past two years, and a painting probably ranges from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands. What's wrong? Are you interested in collecting one? ”

I quickly shook my head, because I really don't have the financial strength and I don't have such a good level of appreciation.

When I looked closely, I found that not all of them were by modernist painters, but most of them were by some master photographers.

The scenery in the photo is either masculine, feminine, splendid, or super-dusty, with different shapes, like a hundred flowers blooming.

Soon Cheng Xiaoyun and I walked into a spacious and bright exhibition hall, which was an exhibition of oil paintings of the human body.

Several men in suits and leather shoes are standing under an oil painting of the human body, whispering in a low voice.

One of the middle-aged men stared thoughtfully at the picture in front of him, and then said something in Japanese, and the interpreter accompanying him said to the exhibition hall staff: "Miss, how much does this painting cost?" ”

The staff smiled: "I'm sorry sir, this painting is the author's treasure, only for exhibition, not for sale." ”

The interpreter passed the staff's words to his boss, and the middle-aged man smiled when he heard it, but there was a slight look of loss in his deep eyes.

I looked at the painting curiously, and it was actually a woman.

A woman with no clothes on, to use a nice word, can't scream.

The woman's green hair was neatly pulled behind her head, revealing a smooth forehead, her beautiful eyes were faint, and her gentleness revealed a melancholy look.

Her whole body was as white as snow, her shoulders were slender, her breasts were full, her two slender and delicate arms were gently crossed below her waist, and between her delicate fingers was a blooming white lotus. The unstained flowers are just right to cover the secret beneath the woman.

The woman's legs are thin and long, and the lines of the whole body are extremely soft, needless to say, this work reveals a strong calm and feminine beauty of oriental women.

I couldn't help but grin, this is the legendary body art.

But the point is, that woman, she is......

How can you look so much like a person?

Cheng Xiaoyun also stared at the painting, as if thinking about something.

Suddenly, Cheng Xiaoyun pulled away the middle-aged man and his translator with one arm, and ripped off the frame.

"This lady!" The staff of the photography center were shocked and rushed over to stop them, "This lady, what are you doing here?" ”

The corners of Cheng Xiaoyun's lips were pursed, the cold lines on his face appeared, and the edge of cold anger appeared.

Only then did I realize that the woman in this painting turned out to be Cheng Xiaoyun.