But for now, only a dead horse can be used as a live horse doctor.

After clearing up all kinds of relationships, he finally went to the yacht dinner on the second night of his stay in England.

Duan Baiting coped with this kind of occasion with ease, as if wearing a mask.

As he was talking, Dale came over with a wine glass.

After a round of wine, he said polite words left and right.

A waiter came over and hugged the delicately packaged painting: "Mrs. Jones, it's done." Will it be sent home, or will it be stored here? ”

Dale pretended to be suspicious, but in fact, Yu Guang secretly looked at Duan Baiting.

Someone around asked curiously, "I heard that Mrs. Jones runs several galleries, this is for the next exhibition?" ”

Dale shook his head and smiled, "This is my personal collection. It's a Chinese painter I really like, very young and beautiful. Many years ago, I had the pleasure of visiting her art exhibition, but I didn't have time to collect one of them because of time constraints. After that, there was no news of the painter, and I heard that it seemed to be ...... It seems that he is too perfectionist, and he has too high requirements for himself, and he always can't satisfy himself with the paintings he paints in the future, so he simply stops writing and retreats from the circle. I regret this very much. Fortunately, a few days ago, after being inquired by friends from all sides, I finally got such a picture. ”

She boasted wildly, she was young, beautiful, perfectionist, and withdrawn.

Under her description, a gifted and mysterious beautiful painter leaps onto the page.

Curious, they walked up to the painting and took a look. Disappointed again.

It's a beautiful painting, but it's nowhere near that.

If it comes from a student, he may be praised for his talent.

But if it is a painter's work, it is too ...... I am a little immature.

Duan Baiting stands in a leisurely posture, following the customs of the locals, and today's dress is a typical British suit, with a sense of stability and elegance of a gentleman.

The front button of the jacket had long since been unbuttoned, and one hand was in the pocket of his trousers, while the other hand was casually shaking the champagne glass in his hand and glancing at the signature under the painting.

Noticing his gaze, Dale was a little nervous and beckoned for the painting to be put away. He said, "Don't let the smell of alcohol get on the spot." ”

Listening, it seems to be very cherished.

From the moment this painting appeared in front of Duan Baiting, he could see that it was obviously from Song Wanyue's hand.

This fart is about to slap him in the face.

She was really young, she was only in junior high school at the time.

The beautiful words are not false, and they are even too subtle to describe.

As for being too perfectionist and quitting the circle.

The corners of Duan Baiting's lips rose, picked up the champagne glass, and took a shallow sip. Cover the curvature of the corners of your lips with the rim of the cup.

It's just that her freshness has passed, and she doesn't want to learn anymore.

It seems that her parents have come up with a beautiful excuse for her.

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After the dinner, the driver opened the car door and stepped aside respectfully, waiting for him to get into the car.

The man bent over, his head slightly bowed, and his feet had even stepped into the car. The woman ran over with the project book, panting, and her eyes were sincere: "Mr. Duan, I hope you can take a look at this project book before rejecting me, our company is really ...... This opportunity is very much needed. ”

Duan Baiting stopped his movements and retreated back to the ground.

As always, the eyebrows are flat, but this time is different from the last time. There is no direct rejection.

The contract was placed at the bottom of the project book, apparently prepared.

After a few seconds of silence, he took the contract and the pen, and Long Feifeng Wu signed his name: "I hope that Miss Dale can put all her calculations today on her future work." ”

Not a sarcastic word.

Rather, he was telling her that he knew all her motives today.

The man handed her back the contract, leaving a message: "Happy cooperation." ”

Then get in the car and leave.

It wasn't until the Maybach drove away and smelled the faint exhaust fumes in the air that she woke up from a dream.

Looking down at the already legally binding contract, the disbelief made her pinch her cheek.

It hurts, it's not a dream.

She was overjoyed and called Xi Yang and said that she would thank him another day and thank him for coming up with such a good idea for her.

Xi Yang smiled, not surprised.

Dale was curious about the woman he had never met, what kind of person he was, even a dangerous and unpredictable man like Duan Baiting could control.

Intellectually sensitive? Or is it sexy and charming? Or, gentle and virtuous.

Xi Yang thought about it, and the first thing he thought of was Song Wanyue's coquettish appearance leaning on Duan Baiting's arms.

The voice is soft and waxy, and the eyebrows are delicate.

He didn't know how to explain it to her.

Just say, "At least, not what you think it is." ”

Duan Baiting was only free to call Song Wanyue after returning to the hotel, and she had just gotten up at that time.

"Are you done, when will you go back to China?"

It was clear that he had only been gone for two days, and she couldn't wait to ask him when he would return.

His smile should be very close, and Song Wanyue could even feel the slight vibration from the earpiece of his mobile phone when he laughed.

Crispy and numb.

She pursed her lips and was aggrieved: "I miss you." ”

Another chuckle: "Right away, I'll go back right away." ”

Aunt Qin cooked porridge for her today, and according to Duan Baiting's explanation, she cooked flower tea for her every morning and put it in her thermos cup.

Song Wanyue sandwiched a siu mai and was stuttering.

Duan Baiting talked about the painting he saw today, and also talked about the woman's love for that painting.

Song Wanyue was stunned for a moment at first, and then remembered that she seemed to have held an art exhibition.

Her parents were eager to show off when they saw her achievement, and they wanted the world to know how good their daughter was.

Therefore, such an art exhibition was specially held, which was very large-scale, and the invitations covered even foreign countries.

Song Wanyue didn't expect that someone would like her paintings so much.

and praised her as a god.

Her vanity was inflated again: "Did she really say that? Say I'm young, beautiful and talented? Although it is true, did you tell her that I am young and beautiful now? By the way, I seem to have a few more at home, which I drew when I was in college, and if she likes them, I can give them all to her. Or maybe I'll paint a few of her now. But I'm very slow to draw, and it can take a long time. ”

As soon as she is happy, she will chatter.

Duan Baiting was actually a little sleepy, and he hadn't reversed his jet lag in the two days he had been here.

But he still opened himself a bottle of red wine, smiled and leaned on the table, listening to her chatter.

He didn't tell her that the man was asking for him.

As Song Wanyue spoke, she began to sigh with emotion, and she was embarrassed: "Why am I so popular, even if I fight a lawsuit, tens of thousands of people can call me my wife." ”

Duan Baiting's action of pouring wine stopped instantly, and the smile on his face was replaced by hesitation a little bit: "What..... Wife? ”

Song Wanyue blinked: "Don't you know yet?" ”

He asked lightly, "What do you know?" ”

No wonder it's so calm.

What's going on with this person, don't you usually scroll through Weibo?

She clicked on the comment area of her Weibo and casually took a few pictures and sent them over.

The screen is full of wives, and there are even men who post selfies and recommend themselves.

——The first day of the card wife, today's kiss, mua~

- Woo woo woo wife, I miss my wife so much, can my wife post more selfies?

- This is my wife! You're all out of the way !

- I moved here by myself from the Civil Affairs Bureau, did my wife get the certificate first or do we have the wedding first?

- When is my wife's next lawsuit, I'm going to watch the live version!!

- You are not allowed to covet it, this is my wife! It's my wife!

……

……

Song Wanyue held her mobile phone and waited for a while, but the other party did not move. Just when she thought that this person didn't care at all, the phone vibrated for a moment.

A message came in.

——？

Chapter 69

Although it was just a very simple question mark, Song Wanyue still saw a lot of information from it.

- What wife?

- Who are these people?

- Who qualifies you to call your wife?

……

Song Wanyue lowered her head, well, everything is her own imagination.

The truth is just an ordinary question mark.

What the hell is going on with this person, is there a sense of crisis!!