The day I shared a flat with my female boss

As we all know, the three real estate giants in Binhai city are Lin Xiaotian, Xiao Yi and Ouyang Daoming, representing Pengcheng, Tenghui and Hongyu real estate group company respectively. This is the tripartite confrontation of Binhai City real estate!

It's a rich second generation childe!

He joked: "Gu Yang! I found that you and Ouyang Yu look very similar! Why don't you two know each other? "

I felt my nose and just laughed. I thought, does she mean our ruffian?

Ouyang Yu snorted: "the person like Ouyang Yu has not been born yet! It may never be born

Bai said: "you are the best! You're the most independent, right? "

With a smile, I took out a cigarette and lit one. Yang Yang looked at Ouyang Yu with a smile and said, "do you smoke?"

"You just ask me if men are better!" Ouyang Yu glanced at me.

With a smile, I handed the cigarette case to him and said, "please smoke!"

Ouyang Yu lowered his head and glanced at the cheap Zhongnanhai in my hand. "Withdraw" a sound, raised his hand to push away!

He took a box from his pocket, which was very exquisite. It was all in foreign languages. He took out a thin cigar from it and held it on his mouth. He lit the fireworks with a silver exquisite cigar, and took a sip with feeling!

It's very classy and ostentatious! Look down on my three yuan package of Zhongnanhai, right!

He said, "Xiaoyu only smokes, like Liqun Yellow Crane Tower 191 or Nanjing 95 supreme. He doesn't smoke any of these cigarettes. He only smokes Cuban cigars!"

Cigar is the most popular brand of Cuban cigars. There is a saying that the name of cigar comes from the famous work "count of Monte Cristo" by French novelist Dumas, because cigar makers like to hear this story read at work. Therefore, many people call it "Monte Cristo", which also adds a lot of cultural color to cigars.

Anyway, your father has plenty of money! You can build as hard as you can! Probably because his elder brother is Ouyang Ze, I don't like Ouyang Yu very much!

Xi'er and Xiao Yuhan take a glass of wine and sit on the sofa chatting about fashion.

Because they talked about the sun rain clothing, so it attracted my attention!

I was about to approach them and listen to them when the doorbell rang.

I ran to open the door. It was Xi'er!

"Hi! Gu Yang Xi'er stands at the door with a smile and raises her hand to say hello to me.

Xi'er also rushed to come over quickly, took the bag in her elder sister's hand, took her elder sister's arm and walked into the room.

Xi'er said, "sister! I'll be waiting for you! "

Xi'er raised her hand and gathered her hair. She said with a smile, "there's a traffic jam on the way here, so I'm late."

Xi'er said hello to everyone with a smile. At last, she looked at Ouyang Yu and said, "Xiao Yu, you're here too."

When Ouyang Yu saw Xi'er, his attitude changed, and there was a smile on his cold face.

"Sister Xi'er, where's my brother?" He walked up two steps a day and asked with a smile.

Xi'er joked: "Xiaoyu, I'm not your brother's satellite positioning instrument. How can you ask your brother as soon as you see me?"

Ouyang Yu felt his nose awkwardly and said with a smile, "I thought he was with you?"

"Your brother is very busy recently, so he can't come." Xi'er said with a smile, and then turned to her sister, "Xi'er, aze has an important party tonight, so I want to apologize to you, he may not come tonight."

I know Xi'er invited Ouyang Ze. I don't know why. When Xi'er said Ouyang Ze couldn't come, I felt relaxed or happy?

For this party, Xi'er and I prepared all kinds of drinks, many snacks, fruits and snacks, and fireworks. We can set off fireworks on the balcony of the living room.

In addition, Xi'er also prepares some group games.

The party atmosphere was good. We had a drink and a chat. It's the kind of girl who can activate the atmosphere. Because of her existence, the atmosphere in the whole living room seems to be activated.

Xiao Yuhan has a kind of cute baby face. Today, he is wearing a pink doll skirt with different layers, knee length pink with lace and pink flat shoes.

The best hair is long curly hair, tied into a princess's head, clamped with a large butterfly hairpin, the color of the hairpin echoes with the clothes, the hair is made very fluffy, with a pearl pendant on the neck, and a pendant on the hand that echoes with the neck. It looks very lady and lovely.

Coupled with her elegant manner, she always walks in a straight line, which is very Princess like.

Xiao Yuhan came to Sicily manor for the first time. She wanted to visit Xia Xi'er's apartment. Xi'er is greeting the guests. She asks me to take Xiao Yuhan around.

After the first floor, I led her to the second floor. On the second floor, I suddenly realized that everyone didn't know about my cohabitation with Xi'er. If Xiao Yuhan saw my bedroom, she would probably doubt it.

So I took her to see Xi'er's bedroom and wanted to lead her downstairs.Xiao Yuhan said, "there is still a room to visit."

"I said:" that room is a utility room, nothing to look at

Xiao Yuhan winked at me and said, "the utility room? How can the utility room be set on the edge of the bedroom? "

For a moment, I felt my nose and said with a smile, "the temporary utility room is going to be vacated recently."

"Yang Yang," she said, looking at me with a smile, "how do you know so well?"

I fell into silence again, with a smile on my face, and faltered: "I often work as a surrogate driver for Xi'er, so I often come to her home,"

"so you know..." Xiao Yuhan squeezed his eyes at me and said.

I touched my nose and said with a smile, "yes, yes!"

The girl smiles cunningly, as if she is cunningly connecting some things into some facts.

Fortunately, she didn't insist on seeing the room where my bedroom was. She gave me a smile and said, "OK! Thank you for being a volunteer tour guide for me

I said with a smile, "yes! I'm quite familiar here! "

We went to the spiral staircase, I led her downstairs, I was in the front, she was in the back

As I walked, I suddenly realized that the footsteps behind me were gone. Looking back, Xiao Yuhan was standing in the middle of the spiral staircase, gazing at an oil painting by the wall!

This oil painting was bought by Xi'er and I recently. Italian contemporary oil painter's works, his works with a strong desire to show his own ideas and feelings. His works are all over the United States and are highly appreciated by collectors all over the world. He has held exhibitions in China. He is a successful commercial artist. Like Picasso, he is one of the "few artists who earned both fame and fortune in his life".

His style dominates the market. Pinot's technique, his warm and exciting use of colors, and his subtle but simple handling of objects have made his original chicory and limited edition very popular all over the world.

"Is it good?" I turned back and said with a smile.

Xiao Yuhan said, "what is the theme of this painting?" Her eyes are still on the picture

I touched my nose and said with a smile: "a woman who is missing and waiting for her lover's return! Pinodeni is the best at drawing boudoir

This picture shows a young and beautiful woman wearing a white skirt. The shoulder strap of the skirt droops down, revealing her attractive chest. Her clothes are not neat, her head is unkempt, her eyebrows are on her side, and her expression is melancholy, as if she is missing her lover who has not returned from a long journey.

"Oh?" Xiao Yuhan looked at me and said with a smile, "can Mr. Gu explain something?"

I said with a smile, "I'll tell you."

She chuckled and said, "no, please give me some advice."

I waved my hand and said, "I don't dare, I don't dare!"

She said, "can you tell me how you felt when you saw this painting?"

I touched my nose and said with a smile, "actually, appreciating pinoderni's paintings is like appreciating ancient Chinese words, especially those of Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen, who are from boudoir school."

I look at Xiao Yuhan and pause to see if she really wants to hear my opinion?

She looked at me and said, "please go on! I'd like to hear your opinion

I laughed and then said, "the so-called art is borderless. It comes from the emotion expressed by art, which is also borderless. If we want to use a Song Ci to replace Pino de Eni's series of feelings of complaining about women's sorrow for spring and autumn, the best is Li Qingzhao's one

"You mean her" the memory of the cold Golden Dragon on the phoenix stage " Xiao Yuhan looked at me and said, his hands leaning on the iron fence of spiral staircase.

I nodded and said with a smile, "exactly!"

She said: "as far as I know, Li Qingzhao's poem was written in 1103 A.D., the second year of Chongning, Huizong of Song Dynasty. Her husband Zhao Mingcheng was appointed as the zhishou of Laizhou. Since then, Li Qingzhao's boudoir has been closed, her separation has been entangled, her ink is full of tears, and her paper is full of sorrow. Seeing off Zhao Mingcheng, Li Qingzhao wrote this word! "

She said it fluently, then looked at me with a smile.

I looked at her with wide eyes and said, "my God! Yuhan! Are you a graduate of Chinese language and literature? "

"No," she said with a smile. It's just a personal preference for classical literature! "

I said: "in fact, you have a very classical temperament. I had that feeling the first time I saw you

Then Xiao Yuhan directly recited the whole song "memory of the fragrant and cold Golden Dragon on the phoenix platform" without dropping a word:

"the fragrant and cold golden dragon, who was turned red, got up and combed his hair lazily. Ren Bao's dowry is full of dust. I'm afraid it's hard for me to leave my heart. I want to talk about many things. New thin, not dry disease wine, not sad autumn. Stop it! It's hard to go back to Yangguan, but it's hard to stay. Read Wuling people far away, smoke lock Qinlou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. From now on, I will add a new period of worry. "

I'm totally stunned!

Xiao Yuhan looked at me with a smile and said, "I like Li Qingzhao's poem best! The first five sentences have a very good artistic conception, which is an account of the love affair between night and morning: because there is no spice in the night, the incense in the bronze lion shaped fumigation stove has already gone cold, and the red brocade is piled on the bed randomly. When I get up in the morning, I am not in a good mood, and I don't even bother to comb my head. I let the mirror cover with dust, and the rising dawn is higher than the curtain hook. These five words vividly and concretely show the poet's sad and bored mood when he and her husband leave