When Su Weixi came out of the private room, Cong Ji and Wen Zelin were waiting outside. The two of them watched quietly outside the door throughout the whole process. When they saw Su Weixi coming out, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Zelin looked inside and lowered his voice to Su Weixi, "It's okay."

"It's okay, let's go, let's have a meal."

"Cong Ji, you're here to watch. By the way, I just said casually, telling you young master that I'm having dinner with my friends. If you're fine, you don't have to come and say hello."

As Su Weixi said, he pulled Wen Zelin and entered the private room next door not far away.

Cong Ji sighed secretly, trying to say nothing, but he didn't have time.

"It's really a tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied by dogs. It's just that Qinghuwan is lost. The faces of these people actually dare to force Chen Yinchen to drink, which is simply asking for death." Hai Weiwei sat at the table, pouring wine and muttering. Let's go.

Ike, who was standing beside him, shook his head gently, "This is nothing. In the past week, Shen Group's international strength has lost several positions. Businessmen have no eternal friends. I don't know if they want to do so after that. How much do you eat?”

"No, tomorrow will be a huge change..." Su Weixi said lightly, and started eating on his own.

Hai Weiwei couldn't help but smile and said, "It seems that you are still holding inside information. By the way, Ike, you didn't say that he still has his own power abroad..."

Haiwei pushed Ike, and Ike was stunned. He couldn't help but look at Su Weixi, and smiled, "I didn't dare to check, but I just heard that there is a Mr. Simon, Esia International Bank. The VIP was a VIP and participated in the other party’s annual meeting review.”

"I heard that he is a young entrepreneur in the domestic real estate industry."

"Wait a minute, what, you're trying to say that Mr. Simon is Chen Yinchen." Haiweiwei sat upright and grabbed Ike.

"Do you know, the annual meeting review of West Asia International Bank, the identity of the VIP, what is the meaning of this VIP?"

Ike sighed lightly and nodded, "Anyway, your dad is not qualified."

"It's not just my dad, internationally, the people who are qualified to participate in the annual meeting of West Asia Bank, and are also VIPs. There are only a handful of people who went there last time... were the secretary-general next to the queen of a certain country."

Su Weixi was eating on his own, but silently listened to the conversation between the two people and never spoke.

Wen Zelin, who was beside him, looked at Su Weixi and winked at Haiweiwei and Ike.

Seeing this, Ike immediately came back to his senses, Ali smiled and agreed, "It's not necessarily him, how could it be him? He is only twenty-four years old, how big is the business to be with Xiya Bank. Only by climbing up can you be a VIP for others and you can also participate in the annual meeting review.”

"That's...that's right, I think it's probably about some mysterious old guy in China."

Ike and Haiwei were muttering, but Su Weixi didn't say anything. He just saw that the surroundings were quiet, and couldn't help but look up at the people at the table, "I won't eat it, I'll tell you, this sashimi was an hour ago , but I'm still swimming in the sea, I'm a few tens of thousands of dollars, I won't eat it, I won't invite it next time."

"Eat, of course, of course." Hai Weiwei echoed repeatedly, smiling all over her face.

When Chen Yinchen left, Tang Wenhua and the others had not left yet. Chen Yinchen sent away President Cheng Zijin and looked at the private room next door.

"Who is here?" Chen Yinchen asked in a low voice.

"They are five, plus the road is far away, six people." Cong Ji said, approaching Chen Yinchen and said, "But the young lady has just left, and Wen Zelin."

Chen Yinchen's face changed slightly. He looked at Cong Ji, silent for a moment, and went straight downstairs.

In the middle of the night, Su Weixi and Wen Zelin went to Fengyue Gallery on the Art Street.

Before, after I got it, I kept putting it on hold, but later, I simply closed the door completely.

Su Weixi stood at the door, flipping around from his bag, but finally couldn't find the key. He turned to look at Wen Zelin, sighed, and moved some places to "get it open."

Wen Zelin frowned slightly and smiled in surprise, "I... opened it? How to open it? This door is a three-layer anti-theft lock, fingerprint and password. You didn't have the key, and you don't know the fingerprint and password."

"The fingerprint was not entered, the password was not enabled at all. This door was replaced before, and I haven't come here again. I have prepared the key, but it seems that I didn't take it. I remember when I went out in the morning, I stuffed it into my bag."

Su Weixi said while flipping his leather bag, staggering and unable to stand steadily.

"Okay, OK, I see you have drunk a lot of wine today. Let's come back tomorrow and go home first."

Su Weixi shook his head gently and looked around, "Why don't we smash the door open?"

Wen Zelin chuckled and held Su Weixi and said softly, "Even if we are not taken away by the police, we will alarm the security guards. What are you going to see here in the middle of the night?"

"I don't look at anything. I just... want to explain to you how to do this when you look back. You are the person in charge. I'm going to be busy with Nan Xiu in a few days, and I'm afraid I won't care about it."

Wen Zelin sighed, looked around, looked up and down the gallery and said, "I called Guan Ang to send the keys over, how about it?"

Su Weixi sighed helplessly, turned around and sat on the steps, dragging his chin to the point, "This is the only way, otherwise, he would have to smash it."

Just as Wen Zelin was about to call, a slamming sound of a car door closing came from a distance.

Seeing this, Su Weixi couldn't help but sit up straight and looked over cautiously.

But I found that Lan Ying was walking in the distance.

Lan Ying wrapped her clothes on her body, stood in front of Su Weixi, and bowed slightly, "Grandma, the key."

As he said that, Lan Ying handed over the keys of the gallery to Su Weixi.

Su Weixi was stunned and looked at Lan Ying in confusion, "You... why are you here? How come you have the key?"

"My grandma forgot that the gallery was arranged by the young master to decorate it before. I chose this door. The young master always had a spare key. I said I would send you a painting..."

"But..." Su Weixi murmured, looking into the car in the distance, and immediately understood something.

"You keep this key with you?"

"It's not me, it's... the young master always carried it with him."

Wen Zelin heard the sound, took the key from Lan Ying's hand, nodded slightly, "Tell you young master, thank you."

"Yes, if it's okay, I'll go back first."

Su Weixi didn't say anything, turned around and took the key in Wen Zelin's hand and opened the door straight.

Lan Ying watched Su Weixi and Wen Zelin enter the door, and silently turned back into the car, "Young master, I've given them the key. Should we go back or..."

Chen Yinchen looked through the car window as the lights in the gallery in the distance lighted up one by one, and he was thinking hard in his heart.

In fact, after seven days of leaving, he was thinking about Su Weixi every day, and every moment he was thinking about whether she and Wen Zelin had become a good thing. Until Annathan's words buried a turbulent seed in his heart .

At this point, every moment after that, it was beating and flirting with the choices and decisions in his heart.

Between regret and no regrets, jumping repeatedly.
Chapter completed!