Wen Huaishu didn't think that these replies and the entire comic would be known by another party.

So much so that she lay in bed with a sore back for a whole week, just because a certain "little white face" wanted to prove that he was not a little white face.

filled in the pit casually, and Wen Huaishu fell asleep.

The next day, she was woken up by the voice of the subordinate.

Aunt Zhang knocked on her door and hesitated: "Madam, Mr. has sent a lot of wine, and he also told you to accept it in person and put it properly in the bedroom to see things and think about people." ”

Wen Huaishu looked at the wine last night and couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth.

This man is stingy and grudgeful.

She took out her mobile phone from the pillow, clicked on Bo Yuxi's WeChat, and sent: "Thank you, Mr. Bo, for your kindness, it would be better if you didn't send it over early in the morning next time." ”

Bo's, in the conference room.

Bo Yuxi looked at the report in front of him indifferently, and the people below him were all sitting in danger.

I'm afraid of the big top of my head. The boss is half displeased.

Suddenly, his phone lit up.

Bo Yuxi clicked on it and saw the WeChat message sent by Wen Huaishu, and the corners of his cold lips rose slightly.

Seeing that everyone looked at him in fear, Bo Yuxi's expression returned to coldness, and he spit out two words:

"Go on."

The meeting was dismissed.

Assistant Lin reminded Bo Yuxi: "Third Master, Mr. Smith and Mr. Shi Ning and several others in the painting world are in Mingchang Garden today, Mr. Smith will not stay for long, if the third master wants to see him, I'm afraid this is the last chance." ”

Smith is concerned with the expansion of overseas markets, which will be a good stepping stone for Bo.

Bo Yuxi lowered his eyes: "Go to Mingchang Garden." ”

A corner of Ming Chang Garden.

Mr. Shi Ning, who was close to the sixtieth birthday, looked at the paintings brought by Wen Huaishu, and sighed with tears in his eyes: "I was friends with your mother back then. She is extremely talented and amazing in the world, but it is a pity that she ...... is too presumptuous, and now I can see her posthumous work, which can also solve a regret in my heart. ”

Be willful.

Wen Huaishu's eyes surfaced the appearance of a woman who was exhausted before her death.

At the most brilliant time, what is the point of entrusting your life to a man, and then becoming nothing because of losing him.

She didn't understand her mother, but she wouldn't watch her mother's hard work go to waste.

"Mr. Shi Ning, you are my elder, and I have invited you to attend my art exhibition for my mother. My mother passed away, but I don't want to be overwhelmed by her work. So I don't know Mr. Shi Ning...... Would you like to ......"

"Naturally, no problem." The old man's expression became kind: "It's a coincidence that you came, I have a guest visiting today, you can walk around at random first, and I will introduce you when the guest comes." ”

Wen Huaishu naturally would not refuse.

Mingchang Garden is Mr. Shi Ning's private garden, but Mr. Shi Ning does not like to monopolize it, so the outer garden is set up to be open, and only the inner garden is set up for private use.

Wen Huaishu had never been here before, so he took the opportunity to take a stroll.

But I didn't want her to hear some surprised voices as soon as she stepped out of the inner garden and stepped into the small garden.

"Miss Wen, why are you here?"

Wen Huaishu looked over, and saw a lot of people sitting around the courtyard, the man in the corner lowered his eyes, his face was casual and cold, and Rong Zhenzhen was sitting next to him, looking at her with a smile.

Wen Huaishu didn't want to reveal his intentions, his eyes glanced at Bo Yuxi, Rong Zhenzhen's face froze, and then he showed a smile with deep meaning.

"It turns out that Miss Wen came with Yu Xi."

The man didn't speak, only glanced at her coldly, and did not debunk it.

Smith on the side looked curious: "This is ......"

Rong Zhenzhen smiled and replied, "Mr. Smith, this is Yu Xige's wife." ”

When Mr. Smith heard this, his eyes lit up and he was very enthusiastic.

"It's Mrs. Bo, please take a seat."

He deliberately stood up and gave up his position to Wen Huaishu, who had to sit down under the inquiring eyes of everyone.

She was very close to Bo Yuxi, the man's playful gaze stopped on her, he propped his head, looked at Wen Huaishu leisurely, and lowered his voice: "Mrs. Bo, why didn't I know that my wife came with me?" ”

Wen Huaishu's cheeks were slightly red, and he glared at him with some annoyance, but when he turned around, he looked gentle with a smile.

Rong Zhenzhen, who was on the side, saw the interaction between the two, and her expression was slightly unnatural, but her eyes flashed slightly, and she quickly said with a smile: "Mr. Smith, you have always been interested in painting, Yu Xi has a family history, and Miss Wen is no exception......

Seeing Smith's interested gaze, Wen Huaishu hurriedly lowered his eyes in shame: "I used to grow up in the countryside, and I am afraid that I can't do anything about such an elegant thing as art." ”

She spoke frankly about her origins, and Smith instantly understood, and there was a little more apology in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know ...... you"

Wen Huaishu smiled tolerantly and softly, "It's okay, those who don't know are not guilty, if you are interested in paintings, you can discuss with Miss Rong, Miss Rong came back from studying abroad, she is talented, and she is a famous talented woman in the circle......"

Wearing a high hat, Rong Zhenzhen couldn't help it even if she wanted to refuse, she smiled and pulled the hair behind her ears, and said with a smile: "Speaking of paintings, I still remember that ten years ago, there was a famous female painter in the animation world, Zhier, this painter's paintings are really amazing, but it's a pity that I heard that she met someone unladylike, and cooked soup for the other party after quitting the painting world at her peak, but she was still abandoned, and finally Jiang Lang ran out of talent and died in embarrassment......"

Rong Zhenzhen's voice did not fall, a cup of tea splashed straight at her, Rong Zhenzhen screamed, and just raised his eyes angrily, but saw Wen Huaishu looking at her expressionlessly, and his tone was hoarse and cold: "Sorry, my hand is slipping." ”

It is rumored that Wen Huaishu is cowardly and timid, well-behaved and obedient.

But the woman in front of her was like a hedgehog covered with spikes, and the chill in her eyes was so cold that it was ...... Terrible.

Bo Yuxi on the side looked up at her casually, and finally had a little more interest and smile.