"Mu ...... Mr. Mu? ”

was wondering why Quan Shaoting let her go so easily just now, didn't ask again, and didn't force her to give a time to go home and live. This doesn't look like the character of Mr. Quan...... Mu Nianan wrinkled her brows and heard a timid voice behind her, and then she realized that there was someone next to her, who was left by her and waited for a long time.

Putting away his suspicious expression, Mu Nianan smiled apologetically at the other party, and recognized the other party's personal butler of the Ye Mansion from his professional clothes and badge. There are no more than 10 guests who can have their own independent annex in Mansion 9. Each private annex is staffed by a personal butler.

However, Ye Dong's identity is here, and he is Feng Jiuye's friend. When he came to Mansion No. 9, he really didn't have a personal butler to come forward. It has always been Feng Jiuye and Minister Anna who personally came forward to receive them. This directly led to the personal butler of the Ye Mansion, which was nothing but nothing. It's easy to do. Get a paycheck, but have nothing to do.

The private butler of the Ye Mansion held a wooden box that looked very expensive in both hands, which was particularly textured at first glance, and the dark brown wooden box was carved with complicated patterns.

"Feng Jiu Ye gave it to me?"

"It's not." The personal butler shook his head, "Someone just sent this, and asked me to see me by name, and asked me to hand it over to you personally." ”

"See you?"

"Because I know that I am the personal butler of the Ye Mansion."

"Oh." Mu Nian'an nodded her fingers, signaled the personal butler to put the wooden box on the coffee table and then open the wooden box, she turned around and poured herself a glass of red wine, and asked casually: "What is it?" ”

"It's like a calligraphy painting." The personal butler opened the wooden box and stood aside.

The corners of Mu Nian'an's mouth twitched. Looking at the slender wooden box, she guessed that it should contain calligraphy and paintings. Suddenly, my head hurt.

Her mother-in-law wouldn't be so exaggerated, and she made another code and sent it to the Ye Mansion, right?

So Mu Nian'an decided to throw the wooden box aside first, she was really not in the mood today.

But the personal butler hesitated for a moment, but said softly: "Name the person who wants to see me, although he is wearing casual clothes." But I can see that it should be a soldier. That temperament is too obvious. ”

Being able to be the housekeeper of the private annex in Mansion Nine is also a bit capable. His vision can't be wrong.

Soldier?

Calligraphy?

With a move in his heart and a twitch of his eyelids, Mu Nianan hurriedly put down the goblet in his hand, walked quickly to the coffee table, bent down, and carefully picked up the calligraphy and paintings in the wooden box.

Before she opened it, she waved her hand to signal that the butler could go down.

I was caught off guard when I received a gift from Mr. Chen.

Mu Nian'an raised his arm and unfolded the calligraphy and painting......

It was Mr. Chen's last work before his death—Mr. Chen, who was good at ink painting landscapes, rarely painted portraits in his life. Of course, it is still the ink style that she is best at and the only one that she knows. The person in the painting is her.

Teacher Chen's masterpiece, the content is her.

Before his death, Mr. Chen did not give her the two men she loved the most, but gave ...... She?

Mu Nian'an suddenly felt that the portrait in his hand was like a thousand catties sinking. She's a little unsteady.

Afterwards, Mu Nianan also discussed with Quan Shaoting whether it was because she accompanied Teacher Chen in that ambition, so Teacher Chen left her masterpiece. There is no Ye Weikang, who has suffered for a lifetime for Teacher Chen, and Ye Weikang, who has been loved fiercely with her life, nor Ye Lingbi, who was born after throwing half her life on the delivery table.

It was left to her, an outsider.

Quan Shaoting didn't answer her, only said that this was Teacher Chen's intention, let her treasure it.

Now, Mu Nian'an held the portrait that looked like a few brushstrokes, and felt that it was a very casual and casual splash of ink, and looked at it in a daze for a long time. It was so long that both of her arms were sore.

Although it is only a few brushstrokes and very random lines, she in that portrait is simply lifelike. Obviously, it is not a realistic style, but a hazy landscape painting style, but she has a feeling of looking in the mirror.

Ms. Chen is worthy of being one of the top artists in China, and with just a few brushstrokes, she has brought the charm between her eyebrows to life.

With a small mouth open, Mu Nian'an stiffened his neck and turned his head sideways with difficulty to look at the black and white photos of Teacher Chen placed on the mourning hall.

I don't know if it's her illusion, or if she's dazzled, she seems to see Teacher Chen in the photo, and winks at her very sly and playfully.

The eyes and the tip of the nose were very sour all of a sudden. Like a drowning man.

She...... There is no need to snatch Teacher Chen from Ye Lingbi, Teacher Chen is already her mother.

closed his apricot eyes, even if he was the only one in the Ye Mansion, Mu Nian'an's consistent stubbornness was still unwilling to let the tears flow.

That day, Ye Lingbi jokingly said that he had a thin family relationship, and he did not have a marriage relationship to marry a wife and have children. Then she should be a poor egg without a mother. Her biological mother threw her down, and Teacher Chen also ......

She's really miserable, she doesn't even have a mother, she's just a weed.

Mu Nianan felt that she should call Ye Weikang, although she didn't know what she could say to Ye Weikang after the phone was connected, but she just wanted to call Ye Weikang. The painting was sent to her by Ye Weikang, and she received it, so she should always say something to others. However, sadly, she didn't know how to contact Ye Weikang at all.

Snorting, Mu Nian'an carefully rolled up the scroll and put it back in the wooden box. Just then, the phone rang again.

Mu Nian'an coughed lightly twice and answered the phone, "Hey, this is the Ye Mansion." ”

"Hello? Feed? ”

The phone had been answered, but there was silence on the other side. If it weren't for the sound of breathing on the other side, Mu Nianan was afraid that he would drop the phone directly.

"Looking for Ye Dong? He's not in the Ye Mansion, who are you? When Ye Dong comes back, I'll help you convey it-"

"Roger?"

This place in the capital is very evil.

She didn't know how to contact Ye Weikang just now, no, Ye Weikang called her.

Mu Nianan was stunned for a moment and asked, "Brigade Commander Ye, are you ...... Not drunk? ”

"I have to rush back to the brigade tomorrow morning, I can't get drunk."

It's that he can't get drunk, it's not that he doesn't want to get drunk. In fact...... He wanted to get drunk. However, with a military position, he even got drunk happily, which was such a luxury.

Mu Nian's heart was sour, and he couldn't say it.

Just think so...... Life is so short, and it is very sad to live like Ye Weikang. His beloved wife was haunted on the sickbed, and he could not be by her side. On the day of his wife's death, he stayed with him for less than a few hours and left. Even the funeral of his wife...... It was all done by his godson, and he also squeezed out a day to attend on the day of the funeral.

Ye Lingbi actually scolded right, he Ye Weikang can protect the world, he has not failed the Ye family, but he has failed his favorite and his wife.

With a soft sigh, Mu Nian'an said, "After drinking, I will go back to the brigade tomorrow, Brigade Commander Ye should rest early." Stuff I've received, thank you ......"

Thank whom? Teacher Chen is no longer there.

She sat on the armrest of the leather couch and closed her eyes, trying to kick out the dried scarlet in the corner of the scroll. However, the more she tried to kick it out, the more the scarlet burrowed into her head.

"Luer relied on painkillers and morphine...... She couldn't even do it then. I don't know how she struggled to get up and drew that picture. Lua didn't say a word about the painting, but I thought that since she was painting you, she should leave it to you. ”

Mu Nianan pursed his lips and bit his lower lip fiercely.

In fact, Ye Weikang doesn't need to say it, she can imagine it. The scarlet ...... that had long since dried up She really didn't dare to think about what kind of mood Mr. Chen was in, struggling to get up from the hospital bed and painting that portrait for her.

This love is too heavy. She seems to ...... It's a bit unbearable.

Usually Mu Nianan chattered, but Ye Weikang listened silently. But today, Mu Nian'an was silent, but Ye Weikang talked more. But no matter how much Ye Weikang talks, he is also a person who speaks little.

"I don't know when Lu'er got out of bed and painted this masterpiece. The old man probably knew, but he didn't tell me. I guess Lu'er didn't let him tell me, for fear that I would murder her, and that I would stop her from drawing. ”

"Ye Lingbi always told me to be busy and die, but Lu'er was more exaggerated than me. Once she had an inspiration, she could lock herself in her studio for days and nights, tinkering with her paintings without eating or drinking. I don't understand what their artists think, I don't know what to think. Is drawing so important? I can't count the number of times Lu'er has locked herself in the studio and fainted with hunger in so many years. ”

But no matter how much Ye Weikang talks, he is also a man of few words.

With a little wine, I said a few more words, and it was already the ultimate when it came to this.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Each could only hear each other's heavy breathing.

"Brigadier Ye...... You...... Have you seen that painting? ”

"Hmm."

Then he must have seen the scarlet in the corner of the scroll.

"You...... Hate me? ”

"What do you hate?"

"Mr. Chen's masterpiece...... Gave me this outsider. ”

"You're not an outsider. Lu'er didn't treat you as an outsider, and Ye Lingbi didn't treat you as an outsider. After a pause, Ye Weikang added clearly, "Me and the old man too." ”

"Because I'm the wife of Mr. Quan?"

"It has nothing to do with Shaoting."

So what does it have to do with it?

Mu Nian'an didn't ask, because she didn't need to.

Family?

Well, it's completely family.

It's good that she, a weed, is so lucky to find her family again. There is no blood relationship, but it is as close as having a blood relationship, family.

She was really lucky. I found two good friends, met my sweetheart, and gained ...... Family.

It's time to be satisfied, isn't it?

Mu Nian'an snorted the tip of his nose, stared at a pair of eyes redder than rabbits, and asked indifferently: "Brigade Commander Ye, can I call you Kang Dad...... Yes. ”

"Kang Dad."

Regardless of whether Brigade Commander Ye agreed or not, Mu Nianan called out.

originally thought that Ye Weikang would not be able to respond to her, but who would have thought that Ye Weikang was actually more indifferent than her, and replied, "It's good." ”

Mu Nian'an said coldly again, and shouted: "Kang Dad." ”

"Scream Lu'er." Ye Weikang's voice became colder.

Mu Nianan turned his head sideways, looked at the photo of the mourning hall, and called sweetly, "Mother Lu~!" ”

The change of indifferent and sweet tone, the Sichuan opera actors who change their faces are afraid that they can't compare to the fast.

"You kids...... are all close to Lu'er. ”

Mu Nianan could even imagine that Ye Weikang on the other end of the phone must have shook his head helplessly.

"Brigadier Ye, rest early. Good night. ”

"Okay."

Mu Nianan hesitated for a moment, and before hanging up the phone, he called softly again.

"Kang Dad."