Chapter 169
Yang Haiyang almost couldn't control the volume: Fuck you, you know? "
The villa was silent and empty, and he would have an echo if he louder. I put my index finger in front of my lips and let him tap.
He covered his mouth and said indistinctly: You know why you didn't tell me? It was too exciting for me to go, and when Yunrou told me, my whole body went numb. I really never thought about Shang Lu... my old husband could marry a man. "
I glanced at him, he loosened his hand and immediately added: I don't mean to discriminate against your group, I just sighed that this is too good to play too. "
After speaking, he soon came to a tall white wooden door. Xiao An blocked the door for us. After we all entered the room, he gently closed the door and entered the room himself.
The reception room is filled with pure and bright white, and there are various types of chairs and sofas scattered. I made a rough calculation, and it is no problem to squeeze twenty or thirty people.
Shang Lu was sitting in a high-back chair with an English-style black tea cup in his hand. Opposite him was a middle-aged woman with white hair but no age. Before we came in, the two seemed to be chatting, so when Shang Lu turned to us, there was even a rare smile on the corners of his lips.
But soon, when he saw Shang Muxiao, or more precisely, when he saw Shang Muxiao's stinky face, his smile faded.
I was talking to your dad about you just now. "The white-haired woman rose to greet us.
Long time no see, President Tan. "Shang Yunrou raised her smiling face politely and business-like, shook hands with the other party, and said something about us? Shouldn't you be talking bad about us?"
President Tan said with a smile: You are all grown up and you have found your purpose in life. If Zixun can see it, he will definitely be happy for you. "
Shang Yunrou didn't say much, but Shang Muxiao sneered.
President Tan was probably very used to Shang Muxiao's attitude. He knew how difficult he was to deal with. He didn't get angry when he stabbed him abruptly, but just looked at him helplessly.
Shang Muxiao smiled at her: It's nothing, I just think... you guys really know how to talk. "
I secretly twisted his lower back, and he hissed in pain, looking at me in disbelief, as if I had done something angry for many days.
speak politely. "The mouth is very strict, but the hand is still rubbing the part of him that I just squeezed.
His face softened a little, took a deep breath, apologized vaguely to President Tan, and then pulled me to the side of the couch.
Yang Haiyang supported Shang Yunrou and sat on the other sofa.
After everyone was seated, President Tan said to Xiao An: Please bring the painting over. "
The other party nodded and went to the other end of the reception room. There is a small door there that seems to lead to another space.
President Tan introduced: We found it when we were cleaning the painting and routinely changing the frame. It was hidden behind another painting and left unfinished. I'm guessing that Zi Xun may have tried to finish it, but it didn't work..."
After a while, Xiao An, wearing white gloves, appeared in front of everyone with an A3-sized oil painting in his hand. The oil painting is covered with a white cloth, so that people can't see the content on it.
The three of the merchants sat up straight almost in unison, visibly nervous.
Yang Haiyang probably wanted his wife to relax, wrapping his arms around Shang Yunrou's shoulders from behind, and holding her left hand that was rigidly placed on his knees.
My hand tightened, I looked down, and it was Shang Muxiao who held my hand.
That's it. "President Tan walked slowly to the painting, lightly pinched the white cloth with his fingers, and opened it while talking. I have never seen such warm colors. Although it is not finished, I think it is a painting. A masterpiece comparable to "Landscape." Personally I would especially like you to agree to show it, but... I know it's mostly up to you."
As President Tan said, this painting is very warm, not only in color, but also in the theme it expresses. It depicts a home", a home that is warm, warm and full of warmth.
A young woman with a pregnant belly sits in an armchair, and a little girl in a red-dotted dress puts her ear to her belly curiously and listens carefully to the movement inside. The woman caressed her head lovingly with one hand and pressed the other hand on her stomach, while the man propped up the back of the chair and stood aside, staring at them tenderly with eyes full of tenderness.
The woman is undoubtedly Mei Zixun, the little girl is Shang Yunrou, the man is Shang Lu when he was young, and the one in his stomach... should be the unborn Shang Muxiao.
Anyone who sees this painting will not be able to ignore the maternal brilliance on Mei Zixun's face.
It caught my eye unconsciously on her soft brows, and I couldn't help but want to be happy that she was a mother again, and I wanted to smile from the bottom of my heart.
God..." Shang Yunrou covered her mouth with trembling, and burst into tears, she didn't destroy it...she hid it...I thought she destroyed it..."
She was completely out of control, trembling and sobbing. I've never seen her break down like this, even pro
My brother brought a man home on New Year's Eve, and she was able to entertain guests without changing her face, but now, she was overwhelmed by a painting, removed the shell as hard as steel, and howled like a little girl cry.