Wen Shengsheng was naturally happy and agreed.

When she went back, she looked up and saw Xiang Jinghe sitting on a rattan chair on the balcony on the second floor, holding a cigarette in his hand.

Squinting at this side.

The distance was too far for Wen Shengsheng to see his expression clearly.

Then hearing the sound of someone laughing, Wen Shengsheng looked at Xiang Jinghe and hooked his hand at her.

Wen Shengsheng found the stairs and walked up, and saw Xiang Jinghe's back all the time.

Xiang Jinghe had his back to Wen Shengsheng, his back was erect, and his tall body looked very secure.

But this person looks very fierce.

Wen Shengsheng smiled and was in a good mood.

She walked over and said, "I met my aunt just now, and she invited me to work with her. ”

Xiang Jinghe seemed to have heard something funny.

"My aunt is an archaeologist, and you're not alone."

Wen Shengsheng gritted his teeth.

Naturally, her aunt would not arrange for her to go to some tiring places.

Despite that, she was happy.

Most of the people who chose the antiques major were influenced by their uncles.

After his uncle disappeared, Wen Shengsheng had an almost paranoid idea about it.

After leaving school, Wen Shengsheng was ready to never contact the antique-related industry again for the rest of his life.

Now an opportunity is smashing in front of us, or a studio with considerable prestige in the industry.

It is also an opportunity to get closer to the truth.

Wen Shengsheng will never give up.

"I'll take notice."

Xiang Jinghe walked over, stretched out a finger, and picked up Wen Shengsheng's chin.

Approaching Wen Shengsheng's side face, he said softly: "Do you think I will let you go?" ”

Naturally not.

Wen Shengsheng was silent, and when he raised his head, he put his hand around the back of the man's neck.

The firm touch has a refreshing hormonal taste, and the lips are close to the side of the neck, warm and ambiguous.

The breath of the two blended, and Wen Shengsheng naturally did not pray.

After many contacts, Wen Shengsheng figured out the root of this man's inferiority.

The more humble she is, the more excited Xiang Jinghe will be.

Wen Shengsheng's tone became calmer and calmer.

"Husband, but there are many people who say that your wife is a hillbilly who doesn't know anything, even if there is a marriage contract between us."

"Well."

"During this time, the marriage relationship is real, how can I be willing to let you be criticized all the time?"

It's really sharp teeth.

He originally thought that this was just a soft persimmon to be kneaded.

Unexpectedly, it was still a rabbit with teeth.

"Want?"

Wen Shengsheng didn't hide it and nodded.

Xiang Jinghe hooked his hand and took the woman into his arms.

"Tonight, let you go if I'm satisfied."

Wen Shengsheng didn't know what to think, and his face turned red.

Could it be——?

The two did not stay overnight, but Wen Shengsheng got into the return car half an hour later.

Wen Shengsheng turned on his mobile phone, and his heart had been around Xiang Jinghe's words, and he was uneasy.

Suddenly, I found that a red dot appeared on WeChat's contact interface.

The person who came revealed his name: "Xiang Liangran." ”

Wen Shengsheng was excited and agreed.

"Hello Auntie."

The other party sent a picture with Wen Shengsheng's name on it.

"This is your employment contract, I will bring it to you tomorrow, I hope Xiang Jing will not be ignorant and will not let you come."

Wen Shengsheng laughed out loud.

This person is really a lone seedling of the Xiang family. The style of acting is completely different from others, and he still dares to know Xiang Jinghe's name.

Wen Shengsheng has no interest in the Xiang family's family privacy.

glanced at the pictures sent by the other party several times, and almost couldn't suppress the excitement in my heart.

Tomorrow, she'll be a person with a job.

Wen Shengsheng sincerely expressed his gratitude.

At this time, Xiao Xing's reply jumped out.

"Baby, I've inquired about the list of the Xiang family's charity gala here, and there may be someone you're looking for."

This was followed by a photograph of a man.

Zhang Huaiming, a connoisseur of folk antique art.

Wen Shengsheng shrank his hand and kept the name in his heart.