"If Mr. Song has nothing else to do, please go back first, the store is ready to close." Tong Yan stood up and didn't plan to continue chatting with Song Jinghua.

Song Jinghua looked at the wall clock on the wall: "Is the door closed so early today?" ”

Tong Yan explained with a chuckle: "Closed on weekends, so I'll get off work early today." ”

Xiao Nuo interjected from afar: "Mom is going to take me and my brother to the fairy tale restaurant tonight, Uncle Song, do you want to go with us?" ”

Song Jinghua looked at Xiao Nuo's expectant eyes, and at the same time noticed Tong Yan's expression, slightly embarrassed, obviously not wanting Song Jinghua to go with him.

Song Jinghua also knew that the time was not ripe, so he had to refuse Xiaonuo and said, "Uncle has something to do at night, so I won't accompany you." ”

Xiao Nuo ran to Song Jinghua with a crooked paper airplane, shook his head and asked him, "Then can you still come to play next time?" ”

"Not done yet?"

As soon as Xiao Nuo's words fell, a man's voice came from the door, and Xiao Nuo immediately greeted sweetly: "Uncle An!" ”

Tong Yan stood up and said with a smile: "It's almost over, I'm about to close the door, why did you get off work so early today?" ”

The two looked familiar.

Anwenway: "Aren't you going to take the kids out to eat?" So I left work early. ”

Hearing this, Song Jinghua frowned.

An Wenwei glanced at him, and after recognizing him, he was stunned in surprise, and then stepped forward to greet him, "Why is Mr. Song here?" ”

After Tong Yan's gaze went back and forth between the two, he asked An Wenwei: "Do you know him?" ”

An Wenwei chuckled and explained, "That painting was taken away by Mr. Song. ”

An Wenwei is a painter, and when he went out on a spring outing before, An Wenwei painted a picture with Tong Yan as a model.

At the auction some time ago, Song Jinghua auctioned the painting at a price of tens of millions, which once shocked the entire painting circle and auction circle.

Tong Yan had also heard about this, but at that time she only thought that the auctioneer was auctioning in the name of An Wenwei.

She turned her head to look at Song Jinghua, and there was a lot of confusion in her eyes.

She felt that there must be a story related to her in this man, but when she asked about it just now, Song Jinghua didn't talk deeply.

Seeing the two of them looking at each other, An Wenwei reminded softly: "It's almost time, it's time to clean up." ”

Tong Yan put away his thoughts, switched to a polite smile, and said to Song Jinghua, "I'm sorry Mr. Song, we're closing." ”

When Song Jinghua got up, Tong Yan called the assistant who had just come downstairs and told her to turn off the water and electricity and remember to lock the door.

An Wenwei hugged Xiaonuo and walked to the parking place, and Tong Yan led his son to follow closely.

Song Jinghua stood on the side of the road and watched this scene, feeling very uncomfortable.

Before Tong Yuncheng got into the car, he suddenly glanced back at Song Jinghua.

The moment their eyes met, Song Jinghua's heart trembled violently.

How did he feel as if this kid knew something?

An Wenwei quickly drove the car away and looked in the direction of Song Jinghua from the rearview mirror.

He knew in his heart that Song Jinghua didn't take that picture because he liked his work so much, but just because of the girl in the painting.

When he saw Song Jinghua and Tong Yuncheng looking so similar, he knew something in his heart.

Although he didn't know what kind of past Tong Yan and Song Jinghua had, he didn't want Tong Yan and Song Jinghua to have anything to do with it, after all, he liked Tong Yan in his heart.