Because of the afternoon flight, Murong Yan hoped to be able to get everything done in the morning, and he was ecstatic at the thought of being able to see her, but when he thought that she might not be at home again, his mood became lost again. Even Murong Yan was surprised, what was wrong with him? For a woman who has only met once, so he suffers from gains and losses.

The assistant knocked on the door again, and when the door was opened a crack, revealing Wei Muxi's face, Murong Yan was so excited that he couldn't speak, and his heart was beating wildly.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" Wei Muxi glanced at them and frowned slightly.

The assistant spoke, "We came yesterday, and I hope Mr. Wei Shuquan can help." ”

Yesterday, Mrs. Wei told Wei Shuquan and Wei Muxi about the matter.

"Oh, it's you! My father said that he is not strong enough now, so please find someone else. ”

Seeing that Wei Muxi was about to close the door, Murong Yan, who was watching her quietly on the side, hurriedly spoke.

"Wait a minute! If Mr. Wei Shuquan is willing, I am willing to use this painting as a reward. ”

"I said that my father is not in good health now." Why are you so cheeky?

Murong Yan said: "It's okay, you can wait until he is well, and ask Miss Wei to help." ”

Murong Yan handed her the painting, Wei Muxi took it, opened it, and his eyes suddenly lit up, this is the true work of Wei Shuquan's favorite painter, he wants to have it, but it has always been just a dream. If my father saw this picture, he would be very happy.

"You wait for me, I'll ask."

"Okay." The corners of Murong Yan's mouth hooked up a good-looking smile, and he still looked at her intently.

After a while, she came out again, "My father let you in. ”

This was expected by Murong Yan, literati love calligraphy and painting like life, especially those they like but can't get.

Murong Yan always looked at Wei Muxi, who was wearing a cheongsam and walking in front, her back was really good-looking, the willow waist that Ying Ying held in her hand, the long legs looming, the long hair was pulled high, revealing a white and slender neck, Murong Yan thought in the back, I really wanted to see what she looked like when her hair came down.

"Sir? Are you okay? Wei Muxi stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him.

"Oh. It's okay. Murong Yan came back to his senses and was a little embarrassed.

Wei Muxi said to him: "My father is inside, please come here." ”

Murong Yan smiled lightly, gentlemanly and polite, "Thank you, Miss Wei." ”

When he entered, Wei Shuquan was sitting at the table, looking quite weak, holding the painting in his hand, and Mrs. Wei was making tea beside him.

"This gentleman, please be seated." Wei Shuquan said to Murong Yan.

"Thank you."

"Where is the gentleman from?"

Murong Yan replied, "Nancheng, Murong family." ”

Wei Shuquan is a little clear, it turns out that he is a big family, and it is not surprising that he has such a precious painting.

I'll tell Mr. Murong the truth! I like this painting very much, but I'm getting old and my body is useless, and I don't know when I can go out of the mountain, so I'd better ask Mr. Murong to ask another Gao Ming! ”

Wei Shuquan handed the painting to Murong Yan, and Murong Yan obviously saw a strong sense of reluctance in Wei Shuquan's eyes.

"Time is not a problem, when Mr. Wei is well, I will come back to visit." Murong Yan took the painting and got up to leave.

As soon as he walked into the courtyard, Wei Muxi's voice sounded behind him.

"Mr. Murong, please wait a minute!"

Murong Yan looked back at her.