"That's good."

Grandma Su squinted, walked away slowly on crutches, and returned to the bedroom.

Several paper bags placed on the table are reflected in the dim light, and the pattern of the paper bags is unique, outlined with silk threads, but it has a faint Suzhou embroidery meaning.

Machine-made things, now can have this kind of technique?

Grandma Su became interested, moved to the table, looked left and right at the paper bag, and finally took out the contents of the bag at random.

"It's ......"

Grandma Su was knowledgeable about the goods, and she was shocked when she found out that this was the Tianshun blue and lotus lotus eight-treasure pattern jar in the orthodox period of the Ming Dynasty.

She hurriedly opened the rest of them, the good Yunjin, Tang Yin's "Lushan Waterfall View", Dong Yuan's "Summer Mountain Map", ......

The least valuable of these are probably a few boxes of spices from Egypt, which are bright and impactful, but also worth six figures.

"This ......"

Grandma Su's expression became solemn, and she muttered with great shock.

Jiang Qingyan, the owner of a large company, has traveled thousands of miles to visit her wife in recognition of outstanding employees, which is an extremely incredible thing.

Not to mention such a valuable gift......

Grandma Su recalled that the eyes of the two young people at the dinner table collided inadvertently, and she suddenly realized.

That Mr. Jiang, the eyes that looked at Shen Qingtang were not innocent......

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Inside, the brightly lit room features a washed white mosquito net on the outside of a bed made of bamboo mats, a mottled mahogany table by the window, and a tall wardrobe on the right.

The smell of old age.

Jiang Qingyan once again recalled the appearance of the elementary school at the entrance of the town, stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows, and he noticed Shen Qingtang's strangeness.

"Lin Shen, come to me. In the name of the Jiang Group, I went to Zhen'an Primary School to investigate some things. ”

Jiang Qingyan dialed Lin Shen's phone, and in these matters, Lin Shen was obviously more reliable than his younger brother Lin Yi.

"Ah Yan?"

Shen Qingtang knocked on the door three times, and just after dealing with Grandma Su, there were still fine beads of sweat on his smooth forehead, like the morning dew on the tip of jasmine petals in the early morning, unexpectedly pitiful.

Jiang Qingyan opened the door and caught a glimpse of her carrying a small porcelain bowl of lily and mung bean soup, and leaned sideways to let her into the house.

After Shen Qingtang entered the house, he didn't put the bowl, and raised the spoon into Jiang Qingyan's mouth: "Ah Yan, I boiled it with my own hands." ”

She smiled with her eyebrows and eyes, and her delicate was better than the buds that bloomed in March, and there seemed to be demagogic meaning in her gentleness.

The old houses in the ancient town, the beauties of the books, like the ancient paintings that are slowly unfolding, the majestic and heavy will not be able to stop the elegant makeup.

Jiang Qingyan boasted of restraint, but he still opened his mouth in a ghostly manner, and the fresh breath of mung beans spread in his mouth.

He suddenly remembered the TV series he watched when he was a child, the favorite concubine incarnated by the fox reclined on the king's knees, and her slender jade fingers fed grapes one by one into the man's mouth, infinitely charming spring love.

"The widow has long known that Concubine Ai was changed by a fox."

At first, he could not understand that the king would leave the country for the sake of beauty, and even now he did not agree with it.

But when he saw Shen Qingtang's smile, an idea still popped up in his heart: Don't say it's just a bowl of mung bean soup.

Even if it's poison, he's happy to drink it.

He is alone, only this life is his own, and he can give it to whomever he wants.

"Is it good?"

Shen Qingtang withdrew his hand, put another spoonful in the bowl with a spoon, and drank it slowly, his black eyelashes hanging down on his eyelids, and there was a hidden provocation in his well-behavedness.

Jiang Qingyan's eyes deepened, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice was hoarse: "It's very sweet." ”

"I know you're going to like it."

Shen Qingtang put down the bowl, and the wooden top and the bottom of the bowl collided, together with the crisp sound of the porcelain spoon hitting the edge of the bowl, which was particularly harsh in the silent room.

Shen Qingtang ignored Jiang Qingyan's approach, leaned his back against the table, and said softly: "Drink more, get on fire." ”

Her hand touched Jiang Qingyan's shirt and deftly untied it, but she left suddenly, causing a spark to start a prairie fire.

Jiang Qingyan's breathing was a little heavy, and he picked her up horizontally, put her on the bed, and propped her hands on her sides.

"Ah Yan," Shen Qingtang's eyes were confused, and he called him softly, "You promised to dance a striptease to show me, when?" ”

Jiang Qingyan laughed lowly, took her hand, put it down, and said softly, "Is it okay now?" It's up to you to decide what you want in the future. ”

This is an unfair deal, and Jiang Qingyan will not suffer no matter what.

Shen Qingtang puffed out his cheeks, his petal-like lips curled slightly, and he was deeply annoyed.

It was nearly late at night before Jiang Qingyan let go of her.

Shen Qingtang put on pajamas, thin suspenders, green leaf jasmine embroidered on a white background, and a green silk skirt.

Her thin melon seed face is slightly flushed, delicate and charming, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes are indescribable.

Jiang Qingyan hugged her waist from behind and called in a low voice: "Tang Tang, why don't you leave tomorrow morning?" ”

If I really want to go back to the room tomorrow, I don't know what this beast will do!

Shen Qingtang glared at him and said coldly, "I don't speak to people who rebel!" ...... just now"

She didn't continue, so Jiang Qingyan would only be more arrogant.

obviously said that it would only be done once or twice, but he changed his hexagram again and again, and every time he asked her to endure it again, just for a while.

"By the way," Shen Qingtang sobered up a little and remembered the purpose of coming here, "I promised my grandmother to meet that blind date tomorrow." ”

Jiang Qingyan's hand was released, and his voice was indistinguishable from joy and anger: "That Li Ming? ”

"Yes."

Shen Qingtang replied stubbornly.

She knew that he was angry, and when she came back this time, she wanted Grandma Su to try to accept the reality, but she didn't expect it to make things worse and worse.

"Ah Yan, I won't like that person. I'll make it clear when I meet him tomorrow. ”

Shen Qingtang immediately opened his mouth to save the situation: "Otherwise, you will go with me?" ”

Jiang Qingyan refused very dryly, in a very cold tone: "I'm tired, I want to rest." You go back first. ”

He really ignored her and turned his back to her, as if he was angry, but his posture was too calm.

Shen Qingtang couldn't speak, and after returning to the room silently, he tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep.

After tossing and turning so many times, she couldn't help but get out of bed and open the window to look at the sky outside.

There were no stars and no moonlight in the heavy night.

Shen Qingtang's mood was even darker, she thought that if it was Shen Mingyue, Jiang Qingyan probably wouldn't have experienced so many complicated things.

If Jiang Qingyan's wife was a well-known daughter, he would not have to face such a devastated her.

"Tang Tang, why don't you sleep yet?"

Grandma Su got up at night, happened to pass by Shen Qingtang's room, and couldn't help but glance inside, but saw her standing in the founding, and her thin body seemed to be about to fly in the air in the next moment.

The look on her face was an empty dead silence.