Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Zi Yi felt a sour heart.

She nodded and choked: "Okay, if you still don't come back after three months, I will marry someone and let you play the bachelor all my life!"

The man smiled silently and kissed the top of her head.

...

Pei Yuanchen pushed open the door and saw the black bodyguards standing outside looking very calm.

"Sir, my wife told me to tell you to remember to leave in an hour." The bodyguard said respectfully.

Pei Yuanchen said indifferently, "Well," "You will go back to your wife on time, and I will go back on time."

The bodyguards were silent for a while and then spread out silently.

Pei Yuanchen turned around and lifted his chin with a light smile: "Come on, Ah Yuan must have arrived."

Zi Yi bit her lip and lost her look: "Your wife is clearly me."

The man's hands clenched tightly, and he slowly let go.

"It's not her anyway." He smirked and led her away.

A Yuan is waiting in the cafe downstairs.

Pei Yuanchen was wearing casual clothes, and did not associate him with Ludwig, so he successfully sent Zi Yi to Ah Yuan.

"Miss, you are really anxious to me!" A Yuan saw her and immediately rushed up to hold her wrist and looked at her up and down, "Why don't you call me."

Zi Yi flushed: "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, miss, let's go back quickly." She pulled Ziyi behind her and gave him a harsh look.

Pei Yuanchen had lit a cigarette and looked at Ziyi quietly.

His expression was calm, but his eyes were extremely deep, as if there were countless affections falling in it.

Suddenly A Yuan couldn't say anything to blame, and said angrily: "Goodbye, Mr. Pei."

After finishing her speech, she took Ziyi away.

Zi Yi had a sour nose and looked at him reluctantly, turning back constantly.

But Pei Yuanchen didn't do any more retention, and his appearance didn't even change at all.

But the smoke at his fingertips had already burned to the end, but he didn't feel it.

Not long after Ziyi left, the bodyguard in black appeared silently again, looking at him not far away.

Pei Yuanchen grinned, withdrawn his gaze, turned around, and walked towards his unknown destiny.

...

parking lot.

Jin Baiyan leaned on the car and saw A Yuan and Zi Yi coming from afar.

He smiled and turned to pull the door for them.

Zi Yi walked in front of him, embarrassed: "Jin Baiyan..."

"Get in the car quickly." He still smiled, his expression calm, "Let's go back to Yanzhou City."

"Huh." Zi Yi nodded gently and stooped down to get on the train.

After A Yuan also got into the car, Jin Baiyan closed the door, sat on the driver's seat, and started the car.

Zi Yi saw that there was a frame wrapped in paper on the co-pilot. She instinctively felt that it was a painting...

Jin Baiyan noticed her curious gaze from the rearview mirror, picked it up and handed it to her: "This is what I received last night."

Zi Yi took it by surprise, tearing the paper apart.

Her breath suffocated.

This is the work suspected of Vermeer at the art exhibition that day, and it is now in her hands.

Zi Yi's eyes were wet.

She suddenly smiled hoarsely: "Actually, this painting is not the authenticity of Vermeer. I saw it that day and I knew it was not, otherwise this painting could not be auctioned. He really has no artistic cells."

"Miss..." A Yuan looked complicated.

Zi Yi no longer spoke, but hugged the picture frame in his arms, and the tears became more and more violent.