Addicted Pampering You: The Mysterious Pampered Wife of The Military Ye

"Clearly, you are comfortable with the wind, and the things of the exhibition are handed over to me. I will definitely do it for you." Daniel patted his chest.

Although Shen Qingyi is a lazy person, he is really good to him, his salary is high, his treatment is good, and the most important thing is that he has less trouble and complains, but Daniel never regrets the agent who promised to be Shen Qingyi.

"Daniel, is there an auction in Beijing recently, one of which is my work?" Shen Qingyi thought of what Shen Junyi said to her, and asked.

"Yes what's the matter?"

"This auction did not participate, and I have another use for that work."

"But..."

"You told the person in charge of the auction house that I will send two works to him for auction."

"Well, no problem." Daniel promised.

Although it is very bad to suddenly withdraw the auction items at the time of the auction, especially for this charity auction, if there are more works to be added later, I believe the owner of the auction will be happy.

And Daniel will not let the other party lose again, there is no cold and autumn work, there are other people's works.

Daniel ended the conversation and Shen Qingyi went to the place.

Shen Qingyi went to sleep after bathing, and she felt that it was dawn.

Look at the sky, the sky is clear, she wore a casual shirt, wearing a sun hat, went out.

Hangzhou is a typical Jiangnan water town. Although it is a provincial capital city, there are mountains and waters, and there are bridges and people.

The day of September is the season of sweet-scented osmanthus, and the city is full of luscious sweet-scented osmanthus.

Shen Qingyi walks down the street. This is an old street. The house is a quaint wooden structure with a bluestone road in the middle. The shops are lined up on both sides. They are eaten, played, used, worn and worn...all.

There are three musts in Hangzhou: Longjing, silk, and paper fans can be found on this street.

The air exudes a sweet scent, with a hint of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, which is the taste of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and Shen Qingyi finds the shop along the scent.

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake is placed neatly in the cupboard. She bought a piece and took a bite. The soft sweetness spread out in the mouth, mixed with a touch of sweet-scented osmanthus, sweet but not greasy.

Shen Qing 澜 beautiful 眸 眯, very like this taste, she picked up the phone, took a photo, opened the address book to find Fu Hengyi's number, hesitated for a moment, click to send.

She did not go to see the reply, but bought a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand and continued to visit the next store.

On the street, there were old artists blowing sugar, Shen Qingyu stopped, silently watched for a while, took out his mobile phone and watched the old artist not pay attention, and quietly took a picture.

On this day, she went to eat Kuiyuan Hall, one of the most famous top ten noodle restaurants in Hangzhou, and ate sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and Dingsheng cakes. She tasted the most authentic West Lake Longjing and found that West Lake Longjing and osmanthus cakes were the perfect match.

On this day, Fu Hengyi’s mobile phone has several photos, an old artist blowing sugar; a cup of tea with a leisurely Longjing; a pale yellow, bitten osmanthus cake with a shallow tooth on it. Printed; a running girl, with two little scorpions, but a little girl who smiles like a flower... There is a cold figure standing under the blue sky, the beautiful side face, the smoke and rain Jiangnan seems to give this face too Come a touch of gentleness, shallowness, and lightness.

Fu Hengyi went back to the dormitory at night and looked at the photos in the mobile phone. He was smiling in his eyes and gave a call to Shen Qingyi.

Shen Qingying is painting with a brush at the moment. Today, she went out for a day and had a lot of inspiration in her mind. She wanted to draw them.

"Sleep?" Fu Hengyi asked.

Shen Qingyi glanced at half of the painting and shook his head. "Not yet, what about you?"

"just came back."

"Have you been happy today?"

happy? Shen Qingyi thinks that she is happy, so relaxed, she does not remember how many years have passed.

It’s just that she has always been emotionally restrained, and she can’t say happy words, just a touch of “hmm”.

"Next time, I will accompany you, okay?"

Shen Qing’s look was awkward, “Good!” The gentleness of the landscape.

After receiving the call, Shen Qingyi looked at half of the work on the easel, picked up the sketchbook on one side, and licked a few strokes. The above outlined a man's face, three-dimensional outline, distinct facial features, Ying Ting's nose. He is the Fu Hengyi.

Shen Qingyi looked at the people under the pen, slightly fascinated.

------Off topic ------

Qing sister, this is the spring heart, haha

In July, the new January, I hope that the parents can still accompany A.

This book is from the start, please do not reprint!