After Uncle Ming left, Yan Wei sat in the office where his father used to stay in a daze, not knowing what to think about anymore.

After a long time, Yan Wei suddenly moved.

She walked somewhere to the bookshelf, then reached into a secret compartment and twisted the mechanism.

With the sound of the doorshaft rolling, a small dark room appeared in front of her eyes.

This dark room was specially built by Yan's father before his death, just to appreciate his treasures at any time.

Some things are really not good to put in front of people, not because they are afraid to look at them, but because they are really easy to arouse people's greed, thus attracting unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, in order to satisfy his desire to appreciate it at any time, and for the sake of safety, Yan's father found someone to design such a small dark room.

"This is my little world, my little world." Yan's father once joked.

Si Ren's voice and smile were still in front of him and his ears for a moment, Yan Wei took a deep breath and stepped into this familiar dark room.

The dark room is not big, only about ten square meters, and the four walls were once filled with display shelves, and the large and small grids are all collected by Yan's father over the years.

But now, it's empty, and the shelves are gone, let alone the full collection.

The only one who was there was the Tang celadon that Ling Yue had given her yesterday.

As the only collection in the area today, Tang celadon has the best treatment, it is placed in the center, in a special glass case, and the soft light at the corners makes it elegant.

Looking at this Tang celadon, Yan Wei couldn't help but think back to yesterday.

The reporters asked her to stand in front of Tang Celadon with Ling Yue to take pictures, but she didn't expect Ling Yue to agree happily, and she was very cooperative.

Now, the newspaper with the photo of the two of them is lying on her desk!

And this is not the most unexpected thing -

The most unexpected thing happened after the photo shoot.

Ling Yue suddenly announced: "This Tang celadon was originally a relic of Yan Wei's father, and now I have it for nothing, so I decided to return this Tang celadon to its original owner." ”

"This Tang celadon, I will give it to this young lady next to me."

Yan Wei still remembers his mood at that time: he thought Ling Yue was crazy, he thought he had a problem with his ears, and he thought he was hallucinating......

She even thought she was daydreaming something so realistic......

It wasn't until Ling Yue took her hand and put her hand on Tang celadon that Yan Wei reacted, all of this was true.

Come to think of it, she must have looked very confused at the time, but fortunately the reporters didn't put her bewildered photos in the newspapers.

Why did Ling Yue give her this Tang celadon?

She knew that this Tang celadon was obtained for nothing, but in any case, it was also something worth tens of millions, why did he give it to her so easily?

There seems to be an answer in my heart, but Yan Wei doesn't believe this answer.

She also asked Ling Yue, and Ling Yue only answered her with three words - "I am willing".

Well, it's hard to buy what people are happy to buy, if it's something else, Yan Wei will definitely not accept it, but this Tang celadon is a relic of his father.

She couldn't refuse.

Now, the debt is great. Yan Wei smiled bitterly, how much more help she has to help to pay off this love debt!

Forget it, you don't have to worry if you have more debts, and you don't have to itch if you have more lice, so be it.

Anyway, what else could Ling Yue want from her?

Figure how good she looks? Although Yan Wei is confident in her appearance, how can Ling Yue lack the company of beautiful women?

Figure: Is her racing skill good? That's even more of a joke, Ling Yue didn't allow her to race the car!

Thinking like this, Yan Wei couldn't help but be amused by herself, the more she thought about it, the more outrageous it became.

However, it is really unexpected that the last time the car was discovered, it was so gently revealed.

Hold it high and lower it gently. Yan Wei's heart couldn't help but come alive, could it be that Ling Yue's attitude had loosened?

Yunyuezhai is life, but racing is life, and it is the love in the bones.

Just thinking about it, Yan Wei's mobile phone suddenly rang, and the small dark room was full of ringing sounds.

It was another strange call, Yan Wei picked it up curiously, and a sweet female voice came from the opposite side: "Hello, is it Miss Yan Weiyan?" ”

"I am."

"Miss Yan, we are extremely fast logistics, here is one of your goods, when is it convenient for you, we can deliver it."

Goods? Yan Wei thought about it and guessed what it was.

"I'm convenient at any time, and I can deliver it now!" Yan Wei said excitedly, what do you really want to do!

In the afternoon of the same day, an extremely cool motorcycle was parked at the entrance of the quaint Yunyuezhai, reflecting the gaze that people couldn't take their eyes off under the sunlight.

Even if you don't know about motorcycles, even if you have no interest in motorcycles, but after seeing such a motorcycle, you can't help but look at it twice.

Yan Wei looked at this big baby, and she couldn't close her mouth with joy. She couldn't put down her hands and stroked every inch of this motorcycle, and the image of Xiao Jiuye in her heart was already radiant.

At this time, let her set up a monument for Xiao Jiuye, Yan Wei was willing in her heart.

Uncle Ming looked at Yan Wei, his eyes were full of doting and helpless smiles, he knew that Yan Wei didn't love anything else, he just loved racing.

Racing for her, is the love flowing in the blood, but also the unchanging faith, the most vivid and bright Yan Wei, has never appeared only next to the motorcycle.

In the past, Uncle Ming would persuade her to put her mind on "business", but now, he also saw it.

Who knows what will happen tomorrow?

It's better to grasp the present and be happy for a day.

"Xiao Liangzi, come here, I'll show you a good thing today!" Yan Wei happily called Han Liang.

Han Liang's voice from the other end of the phone, as soon as he heard it, he had just woken up from a dream, and he was full of sleepiness that was about to overflow the screen.

"What's that?" He asked sleepily, but the muffled voice didn't sound well.

Yan Wei disliked him: "When is this time when are you still sleeping!" ”

Han Liang, this guy, must have played too late yesterday and slept until now. Yan Wei was too lazy to complain about him, "Hurry up and get up, just slip over!" ”

"Hey, what the hell are you ......" Han Liang finally sobered up a little, and when he was about to ask again, Yan Wei had already hung up the phone.

He was helpless, Yan Wei was such a character, Han Liang had no choice but to rub his heavy head and struggle to get up from the bed.

Forget it, there's nothing to do anyway, so let's just go and see what Yan Wei said about the "good thing", what it is!