I Need to Skip Out on this Marriage

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Wen Qi's appearance at an art exhibition is purely coincidental.

He rode two turns on his bicycle, and soon arrived at the square. Then he came up with a clever idea to make money, and talked to Boss Huang incessantly, and successfully made a sum of money.

What made him even more satisfied was that a young artist next to him heard his explanation and was excited to make friends with him.

He pushed the boat down and ate dinner with others, and then went to the small nest to be a guest. As a result, it was late at night, and the young man Moseton was about to stay overnight. He was very touched and praised the art-loving spirit of the man, occupying the only bed without guilt.

Early the next morning, he walked over the young man who did not know when he fell asleep on the carpet, left a small note to leave, and then went to the aircraft trading center in the urban area. Yesterday, he accidentally learned from Boss Huang ’s bodyguards that this is Boss Huang ’s property. He also knew that Boss Huang would come today, so he planned to have a chance encounter. It would be better to use Boss Huang ’s favor to take a flying machine.

With his hands in his pockets, Wen Qi pretended to look at an aircraft, and leisurely walked to a crowded place. After a while, he heard someone calling him.

Mr. Huang was pleasantly surprised: "Mr. Jiang?"

Wen Qi turned his head, his eyes first fell on Mr. Zhuo, and then turned to Boss Huang. His look instantly completed the transition from doubt to accident, and he was pleasantly surprised: "Boss Huang, so coincident, you also come to see the aircraft?"

"No, I'm here. I took my friends around today," Boss Huang said, looking at Mr. Xiang Zhuo. "He's the artist I said yesterday."

Mr. Zhuo found the boy long before Boss Huang spoke, and kept smiling at the corner of his mouth, nodding at the boy.

The assistant next to me was gloating, thinking that the kid had scammed someone ’s money and ran into the bitter lord. I did n’t know how much I thought about it, and I would soon think of an excuse to run away, but then he was beaten. Now-I saw Boss Huang curiously asking the teenager's purpose of coming here, and learned that the teenager wanted to use the aircraft as the material for his next work, and immediately offered to provide one.

The assistant's jaw almost fell to the ground.

What do I mean?

Yesterday I pitted some money, but today I want to pit a flying machine? Did this kid deliberately block boss Huang? So sad?

He couldn't help but look at the boss, wondering what this man looked like, and as a result, he saw that the arc of the corner of the boss's mouth was exactly the same as before, and listening to them quietly, it turned out to be an unwitting onlooker.

He turned his gaze silently.

Boss Huang said, "How about? Even if I pay the deposit."

Wen Qi shook her head: "This won't work. I just have an idea at this time. It's not clear how long it will take. I won't sign a contract with anyone until the finished product is made."

Boss Huang was busy: "It doesn't matter, how long I will wait."

Wen Qi still shook her head, with a firm attitude: "I have to be responsible for my work. It is an idea, not a commodity."

"Yes, you're right," Boss Huang was ashamed of his copper stench, and then settled next. "Then if you make a finished product in the future, I hope to give me priority."

"No problem," Wen Qi smiled sincerely. "Most people can't understand my thoughts. You can understand is my conscience. A conscience is more important than anything. I will give it to you for free after I finish it. "

Boss Huang was suddenly flattered and said no, when he saw that the teenager insisted on sending it, he decided to wait until the day to stop the money, and then started talking excitedly with him about the idea of ​​the new work.

Wen Qi pointed to an aircraft on his side: "You see, the aircraft is intelligent, safe, convenient, fast, and the product of technological development. Indifferent and unfriendly, much like people in modern metropolises, but often cold It's just the surface of a person, and I want to dig deep into its heart and even its soul, and let it come alive through my hands. "

Boss Huang was excited: "What do you want to do?"

"First, it's still a collision of emotions, but this time I want to make a cathartic effect ..."

Wen Qi walked side by side with him, giving full play to his nonsense skills, being clear-cut, talking openly, and occasionally adding a little story, the content is very attractive.

Mr. Zhuo's smile was deeper.

Although Huang Fatzi accompanied him to see the aircraft this time, he was not as unhappy as he was last night after dropping him.

The assistant listened for a moment, looking at the temperament of the artist as a teenager. He always felt that the poor boy he saw yesterday was a dream he had.

wrong! They only saw young people riding by bike, and they did not observe each other in detail. What if they were going to an art exhibition?

He looked again, and couldn't help but start glancing down at the boss.

Mr. Zhuo slowed down and walked to an aircraft, and said, "What?"

The assistant whispered, "Boss, are you saying that ... is it really an artist?"

Mr. Zhuo glanced at him, smiled **** his face, and left.

"..." The assistant pondered for a while, feeling that the boss meant that he was too sweet, couldn't help but look at the teenager again, distraught human nature, and walked back with a black face.

At this time, the discussion between Boss Huang and the teenager finally came to an end. The former listened enthusiastically and said, "Mr. is really amazing. This idea is very good. If you need any help from me, please don't be kind to me."

Wen Qi secretly said without a waste, thinking about it, "Well, I want to go to developed countries or more famous big cities first to find some inspiration."

Boss Huang said easily: "That's easy, I'll send you off!"

Wen Qi said: "No, it's too much trouble, not to mention I don't even think about where to go ..."

He just gave a nice meal, "Oh yes, you just said that this is your industry. Do people often come to buy aircrafts? As far as you know, do they have to go elsewhere recently? I want to pick one randomly, Obeying God's will may yield unexpected results. "

Before Mr. Huang spoke, Mr. Zhuo interjected: "I'm going to Man Xing Dian, are you interested?"

Wen Qi looked at him.

This way of chatting, he has never ignored the existence of this person, this man is very young and handsome, but the gas field is too strong, belongs to the type that is very eye-catching in the crowd, should be a superior, and 80% black.

Mr. Zhuo didn't know what the teenager thought, adding: "Get off today."

"Oh yes," Boss Huang said, "Did your communicator accidentally break down when you did the previous work? You can follow him and save a lot of trouble on the road."

Wen Qi said: "Then Man Xing Dian, I don't know what this gentleman is calling?"

"My surname is Zhuo," said Mr. Zhuo, "I also saw your work yesterday. It is very powerful. Let's talk more on the road."

Wen Qi laughed: "No problem."

Mr. Zhuo finalized an aircraft of the latest model, patted Boss Huang's shoulder quite gently, and signaled him to go through the formalities.

Boss Huang originally wanted to talk to Mr. Jiang a few moments, and suddenly realized that he had ignored Mr. Zhuo all the way. Seeing that Mr. Zhuo was going to call "baby" affectionately next time, his heart was shaking, and he hurriedly asked someone to do it The registration was completed in just a few minutes. I respectfully sent away this Buddha and a great artist, and I very much hope that the former can be transformed by the master.

The aircraft hovered almost silently and rushed into the sky.

auzw.com Wen Qi looked at the clouds outside the window and felt that his luck was very good recently, because he wanted to go to Man Xing Dian.

To be more precise, he wants to go to Rocca, the country of Man Sing Dian.

The original owner was taken away by the traffickers. The place where he settled down was Rocca City, and even his face was changed there. He was going to look up the power, and took the black hand behind the scenes.

He has always disliked things beyond his control.

If the person behind that scene had just a personal relationship with this power, it would be too difficult for him to investigate again when he saw him go home and lurk again and destroy all the evidence, so he had to do it while they were still unprepared .

The original owner is a delicate young master. Those people are afraid that they are still gathering stars, and they want to search him on the internet. They can never guess that he will touch Rocca alone-this is a good old nest. opportunity.

"Where is Mr. Jiang?"

Wen Qicong looked at Mr. Zhuo and opened his mouth with a sting.

Mr. Zhuo thought for a while and asked, "There seem to be many artists out there?"

"Really," Wen Qi didn't reveal any flaws. "I don't know this. I haven't gone back for several years, and have been wandering around."

Mr. Zhuo nodded, and chatted with him one by one, and found that he hadn't looked away. The young man's behavior and conversation really seemed to be well-educated, different from the flashy skin that ordinary scammers died on. There is really something inside, and it's no wonder that Huang Fatty will be fooled.

However, yesterday's miserable pattern really looks like a wage earner, and the word "education" is completely out of touch.

A little magic, Mr. Zhuo thought.

The aircraft was very fast, and it didn't take much to obtain a flight permit halfway. After four hours, they entered the Mansion Code and finally landed in a villa area in a city. Wen Qi simply glanced out the window and asked, "Which city is this?"

Mr. Zhuo opened the door and said, "Rocca City."

Wen Qi said slightly, calmly, "Oh, this is my first visit to Rocca, is Mr. Zhuo here?"

Mr. Zhuo said: "No, this is my first visit. This is a hotel, and the conditions are good, you can choose to stay."

Wen Qi felt relieved.

Hearing the name of the city just now, he suspected for a moment that this man might be involved in that power, but now it doesn't seem very similar. He said, "No, I want to go to the city and feel the atmosphere of the city, thank you Mr. Zhuo."

Mr. Zhuo had no comment, and called the staff of the hotel to take him and turned into the booked villa.

The assistant observed all the way, thinking that the boss would expose the juvenile's bad behavior, and set the juvenile together, and he was puzzled: "Just let him go?"

Mr. Zhuo said: "Otherwise? I look like a person who punishes evil and promotes good? Do I have to be kind to buy the cemetery for you now?"

The assistant said: "... no boss needed."

"Yeah, the yellow fat man is too stupid to blame others," Mr. Zhuo poured a glass of wine. "Everyone has his own way of doing it, and he didn't mess with me. What am I doing to stir him up?"

The assistant instantly wanted to say, haven't you always been bad? This is a dream that ruins people ’s dreams, but he did n’t have the courage to say it. He quietly swallowed his words, and then remembered that the boss liked to have fun. This teenager may have made the boss feel interesting, so he helped. busy.

He knew his heart, took two steps, and suddenly asked, "I don't understand. Why didn't he let boss Huang deliver it?"

Mr. Zhuo sneered: "The fat man is so enthusiastic. How troublesome would it be to send someone to take care of him?"

The assistant said, "He can slip."

"In case he slipped away in the event that the fat man was suspicious, wouldn't he offend people?" Mr. Zhuo said, "Don't forget that he asked for the fat man's account number before leaving, in order to have multiple retreats, and Pretty smart. "

He took a sip of wine and looked at his men. "Smarter than you."

The assistant was made a little bad by this meaningful and twisty "ah", for fear that the boss's next sentence is to change him, and quickly raised other topics.

The hotel staff is not a philanthropist. They only send people down the hillside to the elegant, inaccessible hotel gate. Wen Qi is the urban area where he can find his way.

It was already night, and he was going to solve the problem of accommodation first. After thinking about it for a while, he hit his idea on the entertainment venue. Whoever knew the first club he chose would tell him that he needed a membership card and could only return.

He stood at the door and looked at the very tacky name. He secretly suspected that it might be wrong. After all, according to his previous experience, there are a few humble clubs that contain secrets and serve specific groups of people.

He murmured in his heart, and soon changed to another house. Because it was an alley, he was stopped by the foolish boy before he got around the main entrance. The punks looked him up and down: "What is it?"

Wen Qidao: "Tourist."

Xiao Lu said: "Do you know the rules?"

Wen Qi looked at them and asked with a temper of temper: "Want money?"

"Yes, I need cash. I did n’t pick it up. I picked it up next to me." The **** said that the boy unloaded his backpack, thinking that he wanted to get the money, and he was about to praise him. "Shit" straight: "Damn, do you know who we are!"

"It doesn't matter who you are." Wen Qi had originally planned to change his appearance, and was so pressureless that they would not give up until they started begging for mercy. They had all their cash over, and stepped on a person's slow line under their trembling sight Once again, sighing with a smile: "Shame."

The **** were subdued and asked carefully: "Why ... what a shame?"

Wen Qi laughed: "It's a shame to rob you of these goods."

Nima!

Xiaozhun's expression was distorted, but she had to laugh: "Don't you, don't hesitate?"

Wen Qi said: "No matter how small a mosquito is, it's fair to say that if you rob me, of course I have to rob you."

Are we robbed?

Xiaozhun simply wanted to vomit blood, but he was afraid to speak.

Wen Qi collected the good money, walked out of the alley with his clothes, and when he looked up, he saw an acquaintance leaning on the wall of the alley.

Mr. Zhuo looked at Wen Qi, and the ray of temperature wrapped under his eyes was perfectly hidden in the dim light.

He felt that the boy was a poor boy on a bad street, and the next moment he could lie to boss Huang for a sum of money.

He thought the boy was a liar, and the next moment he could talk well and appeared in the sight of Boss Huang.

He felt that the young man's tutor was good, and the next moment, this man could solve the jumble neatly.

Time and time again, he finally became completely interested in the boy.

He smiled: "Coincidentally, I met again."