Unexpectedly, Shi Mosheng got up earlier than her, standing in front of the table at the moment, practicing calligraphy.

Su Yihuan usually saw him write with a pen, but it was the first time he used a brush.

Approaching, Shi Mosheng turned around and said with a smile: "Morning." ”

After speaking, he took her hand with his left hand.

Su Yihuan fixed his eyes on the rice paper in front of Shi Mosheng.

"It's better to take a break, the most is less traveling."

His handwriting is clear and handsome, and his words are like his people, and his level is much higher than hers.

The last hook, put away the pen, Shi Mosheng put the pen on the pen holder and freed his hand to hug her.

Su Yihuan said softly: "I still have to cook porridge for you, it's too late for a while." ”

Shi Mosheng didn't let go, and said whimsically:

"Let's not go, let's stay here permanently, I'll write and you cook, okay with red sleeves?"

knew that he was joking, so Su Yihuan also followed him: "Okay, let's retire here in advance, but we also have to eat for the elderly, do you have any ingredients here?" ”

Shi Mosheng finally let go of her: "Yes, there are some frozen things in the refrigerator." ”

Su Yihuan turned around and rummaged through the refrigerator, found a chicken, and decided to make a shredded chicken porridge.

After washing the rice, the chicken is thawed in the microwave, and the rice is put into the pot and the porridge is cooked.

Su Yihuan washed his hands and returned to Shi Mosheng's side, seeing that he had already written the second word.

The tip of the brush is heavily blackened in the inkstone.

Su Yihuan recognized the inkstone, when he came for the first time before, this inkstone was placed under the rain corridor outside the door, the inkstone was a black stone, very heavy, the tentacles were smooth and delicate, but under a closer look, there was a small crack on the edge.

Shi Mosheng watched her touch the flaw and said, "When I was young, there was that wound on the inkstone, I'm afraid one of my uncles broke it." ”

Su Yihuan's tone was pityful: "I'm afraid this is an antique, why don't you put it away, and use it every day." ”

Shi Mosheng finished writing, put the brush into the pen wash, and recalled with a light smile: "Things in the late Qing Dynasty are not antiques, my grandfather said that a thing is to make the best use of it to be a loving thing." ”

Saying that, he stretched out his hand to stroke the inkstone: "This inkstone has been polished and carved thousands of times, not to put it on the shelf, but to hold ink. ”

"That's right."

Shi Mosheng suddenly remembered something and led Su Yihuan to his bedroom: "You come to see this." ”

Su Yihuan walked in, and the first thing that caught his eye was the painting on the wall.

The bamboo shadow is verdant, and it is the painting with her inscription.

A leaf is always about love, and now I look at it and feel that the meaning is profound.

She was embarrassed: "I wrote so childishly, you still hang up, which makes people laugh." ”

Shi Mosheng disagreed with her: "I think it's very good." ”

Su Yihuan cut sweetly: "Love the house and Wu, be careful that even the aesthetics have deteriorated." ”

Shi Mosheng looked at her carefully, looked at her for a while, and then said, "No, isn't my aesthetic very good?" ”

Su Yihuan was embarrassed by him, and turned around and ran to the kitchen: "Don't fool around with you, the porridge is ready." "Hanlian literature

After breakfast, the driver came and sent the two to Hangzhou.

Shi Mosheng had a meeting during the day, Su Yihuan wandered around, bought a tie for Shi Mosheng in the mall, and went to a store to pick up the dress by the way.

Shi Mosheng said that he would take her to an art reception, which was held by the American artist Emily, Emily is an American performance artist and a friend of Gu Changan, and it was supposed to be Gu Changan to support the party, but his best friend Yue Mingzhu, who was far away in France, was critically ill, Gu Changan and Yue Qingge rushed to France to visit, and Shi Mosheng went on his behalf.

Su Yihuan said that she didn't understand art, but Shi Mosheng had to take her.

Su Yihuan walked into the store and reported Shi Mosheng's name, and the store manager held a small gift box in both hands, such a dress has no price tag.

Su Yihuan didn't know what kind of value he was holding in his hand, but he understood it, and when he knew it, he was frightened by the number.

Gorgeous and expensive skirts, most of them are only worn once, and then they become beautiful collections, Su Yihuan doesn't like this kind of extravagant expense very much, but Shi Mosheng is kind-hearted, presumably the style is also set by him personally, behind the skirt is care and care, and people can't refuse.

In the afternoon, Mo Sheng met with her for dinner after a meeting, and then the two returned to Yancheng.

Jiang Yiru thought that he could make a lot of money from this investment, but he didn't expect to jump into someone else's trap.

There was a problem with the contract she signed, and there were traps hidden in the attachments of more than 100 contents, which made her nearly 100 million investment go down the drain.

Chen Guoli looked at Jiang Yiru, who had unkempt hair, and trembled with anger, but he couldn't hold back after all, and slapped him:

"Losers! It's not enough for you to eat and drink well and be Mrs. Kuo, and you can't beat Lao Tzu 100 million, see if I don't kill you! ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand and slapped him again.

Jiang Yiru had already been beaten and sat on the ground, trembling with fright, Chen Guoli was tall and big, he was afraid that if he beat him, he would be beaten to death.

She'd tasted that terrible taste.

In the depths of her heart, there was a place where a crack cracked with a click, and a fear that had been sealed in the dust for more than twenty years spread out, coinciding with everything in front of her, and that fear quickly swallowed her.

She clutched her head and snuggled up on the floor screaming.

"What the hell is your name?"

Chen Guoli was annoyed by her screaming, and became even more angry, and he was about to kick someone when he raised his foot.

At this time, a figure rushed down from the upper floor, pounced directly on Jiang Yiru, and protected Jiang Yiru.

It's Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng stood in front of his mother, looking at his angry father with a firm gaze: "Why don't you kill me first." ”

Although Chen Guoli was short-tempered, he was his own son in front of him, where could he kick his feet, he stopped it, raised his hand to Chen Cheng, and his fingers trembled angrily: "You are also a loser!" ”

After saying that, he angrily slammed the door and left.

Jiang Yiru was frightened for a moment, her whole body was paralyzed, she fell to the ground, and muttered straight in her mouth: "It's the lawyer surnamed Zhang...... No...... No, it's the surname Xiao who harmed me, it must be ......"

Chen Cheng helped Jiang Yiru get up, and when he heard her muttering, his heart sank, and he suddenly realized, his heart was cold, and even his hands stiffened.

Jiang Yiru was originally half-lifted and almost fell down again, but thanks to the nanny who had been hiding in the room in fright, she ran out to take over at this moment and mixed her back into the bedroom.

Jiang Yiru lay alone on her bed, fear fading like a tide, and her sanity gradually returned.

After such a big disaster, Chen Guoli must be going to divorce her.

This is the first time Chen Guoli has done it with her, and she lost her mind for 100 million, to be honest, she can understand it somewhat.

What really frightened her was the resurgence of those dark memories, the pasts she had buried deeply, that would make her completely unrecognizable, from a noble lady who was beaten back to the prototype of the disgraced face.