His eyes narrowed.

"Have you two developed a clear love relationship?"

Gu Heng and Nan Lin froze at the same time and raised their heads!

——

"I checked and found out that old man Nan Weng lives in Rose Garden now."

Fu Yu told Yu Jinwen the latest information, took a puff of cigarette, and said to Yu Jinwen: "I said, do you want to think about it carefully?"

Yu Jinwen was busy with work for half the night last night. There was a circle of blue-grey under his eyes. He also smoked a cigarette to refresh himself. He glanced at Fu Yu through the white mist and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you considering?"

"You want to ask Grandpa Nan to step in to support Yu's jewelry. Can Nan Song agree?"

After all, they were brothers, and Fu Yu didn't want to see him die young, so he issued a kind reminder——

"You know how protective that Nansong girl is. If you plot against her, she will ignore you at most. If you plot against her own grandfather, with her violent temper, she will kill you!"

Yu Jinwen's lips curled up into a bitter smile that was as light as a breeze, "I would rather she kill me and fight with me than she would ignore me and treat me like a stranger."

"..."

Fu Yu shook his head speechlessly, "I think that the only reason men are so mean is because you are so unlucky now."

Yu Jinwen was not annoyed, but admitted, "Yes, I feel so cheap."

I have never been so mean in my life.

It's a bit raw and I can't help it at all.

Can't control myself.

It was as if he was possessed by a demon, and even he himself couldn't explain why this feeling arose.

Perhaps, it really corresponds to the sentence in the poem - love doesn't know where it starts, but it goes deeper and deeper.

Looking at the upright Yu Jinwen who had changed his clothes, Fu Yu blinked his eyelids and said, "Do you really want to go to the rose garden to visit Mr. Nan? Can they let you in?"

Yu Jinwen said calmly: "I have my own way. Let's go."

Fu Yu stretched out two fingers and lightly moved forward on his forehead, "Good-luck!"

...

When he arrived at the rose garden, Yu Jinwen handed over a greeting card, and Nan Sancai actually let him in.

Not only did he let him into the rose garden, but he also met him directly in the machine room. He did not hide his identity as a jade carving master at all. When he saw him, his face was full of gentleness.

"Are you Wen Haifeng's apprentice?"

When Yu Jinwen nodded, Nan Sancai smiled again and said: "I made an appointment with that old boy to meet later, but I didn't expect that he sent his apprentice to see me first. Sit down wherever you want, and I'll finish carving this hairpin for my granddaughter first."

As he was carving, Yu Jinwen stood by quietly, watching the old man holding a carving knife and skillfully carving intricate patterns on the jade, and he was thinking in a daze:

Was it the same when Nan Song was carving jade?

Focused, serious, and meticulous, it was as if she was the only one left in the world, the carving knife in her hand, and the piece of material under her hand, so independent from the world.

After finishing the carving, Nan Sancai blew off the jade chips and prepared to polish it, when he suddenly raised his head and glanced at Yu Jinwen.
Chapter completed!