The others were not heard, and the red flag car drove away from the villa.

Li Ying looked at the window.

Said that the villa is low, it is a five-story French-style castle villa, with white and blue exterior walls, shining in the morning light, and a large peony tree planted in the garden, the branches and buds are rolled with small buds, and they do not bloom.

No wonder, one of them is redundant.

Located in a remote resort area on the outskirts of Beijing, facing the surrounding lake towers, Li Ying really didn't talk about this place from his classmates.

I wanted to ask Xiao Li, but I didn't think it was appropriate.

Xiao Li concentrated on driving: "Where are you going?" ”

Li Ying closed the window: "798, trouble." ”

No matter how much chatting there is, the whole way is quiet, perhaps considering that girls are afraid of the cold, Xiao Li turned up the heating.

The warmth of the whole body was like summer, and Li Ying smiled at the rearview mirror: "Thank you." ”

Xiao Li said lightly: "Polite child." ”

This white-glove driver may be accustomed to caring service to noble sons, and the details are really thoughtful. It can be seen that the driver's hand holding the steering wheel, and the thick callus inadvertently exposed by the tiger's mouth, should be from a family that practices guns.

The driver of the son of the powerful is not so ordinary, he can only drive.

Sent to the Huajiadi 798 Art District, she got out of the car and bent down politely.

Xiao Li bowed his head and watched her enter Gate 4.

Guests from Macau came at about half past ten. Li Ying wore a work photo and stood at the entrance of the park and waited until a Cullinan entered the parking lot and stepped forward to receive him.

All day long, I walked from 798 to the Dongcheng Park Art Museum.

A well-known wealthy businessman in Macau, he loves to collect art, speaks Cantonese, and is not difficult to communicate, but he has a picky taste and is not very easy to serve. By the end of the exhibition, the collector had not signed a contract of sale.

I don't remember how it was dark, I don't remember how I got back to the apartment, I didn't eat a bite of food, I took a shower and lay down on the bed.

Leaning on the head of the bed, there was a big gap between the quilt in her hand and the goose feather quilt in the villa, thinking back to the softness and silk satin feeling of the quilt in that room, which made her mind extremely clear at this moment.

flipped through Liang Wenye's WeChat group, quietly, and it was estimated that he was on the plane.

There was only one sentence at the end: "Wen Ye, you don't plan to return to Beijing for a month?"

No one answered.

Those days were busy, the days passed like this, and the New Year's holiday was over, and Li Ying was finally relaxed.

Lantern Festival, lying on the sofa in the park to bask in the sun, waiting for new customers to come and see the paintings.

Liang Wenye's group began to be lively again.

She occasionally swiped the video of Liang Wenye lost in the group.

CAPEFAHN HOTEL KOH SAMUI, AZURE BEACH AT DUSK, WITH A FEW PLATES OF CHICKEN CURRY ON THE TABLE.

Liang Wenye was complaining that he couldn't eat anything. Some people joked about going to eat Italian food.

Liang Wenye sent a message: "I don't like the taste of tomatoes, and Xu Jingxi doesn't like it even more"

At the end of the video, a big hand broke in, and the platinum ring on the tail finger easily recognized Xu Jingxi, the owner of the hand.

A thin layer of skin on the knuckle joints, the roots of the green and hard blood vessels are dilated and solid, and the cap of the mineral water bottle is twisted.

That blood vessel bursts out of the gold content of the skin.

Li Ying holds her chin with her hand and watches it comfortably, which is much more interesting than watching short videos.

I've seen his mobile phone on the sofa, his watch, and the corners of his suit that flash from time to time, but I haven't seen Xu Jingxi's face appear in any video.

Think about it.

His stomach is so squeamish, what to eat in Koh Samui.

Flip through your phone again.

The second member in the WeChat group is a pure white avatar, click in to introduce the blank, the nickname is blank, I haven't spoken in the group, and I am quietly in the number that seems to have been cancelled.

The strong sixth sense is Xu Jingxi's WeChat account.

"Iced coffee or honey water, I bought both."

A-Yao came over with two paper bags of drinks and sat with her at the entrance of the park to chat.

Li Ying reached out for his coffee.

Seeing that she was always swiping her mobile phone and typing, A-Yao leaned her head over: "What are you looking at, so fascinated." ”

Li Ying took a sip of iced coffee: "Video." ”

Ah Yao leaned down and stared at her phone: "Man? ”

Count.

Li Ying smiled: "I only saw one of his hands." As he spoke, he showed Ah Yao the second half of the video and twisted the mineral spring's hand.

"The direction of this blood vessel is more exciting than the day I was admitted to CAFA." Ah Yao had already taken out her mobile phone and opened the APP, "Which male blogger, I'll pay attention." ”

Li Ying quit WeChat, "Not a blogger." ”

Ah Yao's eyes lit up: "Boyfriend? ”

Li Ying carried her mobile phone in her pocket, grabbed the coffee and entered the building, and smiled.

"Where did you get a boyfriend, people haven't said a word about love."

A-Yao's voice, who didn't know the truth, came: "Which big man do you like, you add him to me on WeChat, and I'll help you tease it." ”

Li Ying turned around, "Seriously, I don't even dare to add him." ”

Maybe he will agree to pass, inexplicably, after leaving Xu Jingxi's side, there is a Chu-Han boundary that makes her feel the class gap.

Ah Yao turned her head around, she didn't understand the meaning of Li Ying's words, and didn't ask any more: "Today's customer, you will receive it for me, Lantern Festival, I will have a boyfriend in Dongcheng." ”

Li Ying verbally agreed, she didn't have a place to go, and she didn't ask a friend to spend the Lantern Festival.

Ah Yao added: "A couple seems to be a birthday gift for his girlfriend, and he likes the works of Murakami's seniors. ”

The client was already an hour late, and remembering the traffic jam in Kyoto, Li Ying did not complain and waited at the door of the studio.

Until evening.

A middle-aged man named Mr. Zheng came over with the female secretary.

Li Ying handed over the mineral water and greeted politely: "Mr. Zheng." ”

The other party's gaze swept over the sign on Li Ying's chest, and then he followed the instructions to enter the building, "It's quite a young beauty." ”

Li Ying pushed open the heavy glass door and asked the other party to go in before he followed.

"I haven't graduated this year, and the hospitality is not good, please bear with me."

As soon as he said that he hadn't graduated, the other party frowned: "Sister Zhang is not here." ”

Li Yingying: "Our boss is on a business trip. ”

Mr. Zheng didn't say anything more, bowed his head and chatted with the female secretary on the side, got into the elevator, and went to the exhibition studio on the third floor together.

Stop-and-go, Mr. Zheng was not satisfied.

The female secretary asked, "Can you make a painting that imitates Qi Baishi?" ”

Li Ying replied politely, "No, I made an appointment with Mr. Zheng to see the artworks of Murakami's predecessors, and I didn't accept any imitations." ”

The woman lifted the plush shawl on her shoulder: "The colorful lines, I look dazzled." ”

Li Ying patiently explained the artist's source of inspiration, and Mr. Zheng said that he wanted the rose after the rain, and when Mr. Zheng signed it, the female secretary preferred the sculpture exhibition downstairs.

It is a derivative of the artist, Li Ying put on gloves and tossed back and forth in the exhibition window, but the female secretary is still not satisfied.