She slowly went upstairs, and the servant downstairs whispered: "Sir, rarely come back during the day. What's wrong? It's been two consecutive days."

Another elderly servant whispered: "There are also young couples who are in high spirits. The husband has been single for more than 30 years. Besides, the wife is young and beautiful, and has a good figure..."

The words later became smaller and smaller...

Zhao Mo ran upstairs and stumbled at the bedroom door. A very faint voice came from inside: "Why don't you come in? I'm afraid I'll eat you?"

"No." She walked in, put her bag on the sofa, and took off her coat.

Chu Ci leaned against the bed and smoked. When she saw her coming in, she pinched out the cigarette, and then patted her legs.

She pursed her lips and walked slowly over, laying on the carpet beside the bed and resting her head on the edge of his legs.

Chu Ci stroked her hair one after another and asked softly: "Where have you been?"

Zhao Moran lowered his eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice: "I'm going to the gallery."

"Do you like painting? Then I'll just open one for you." Chu Ci said indifferently.

She shook her head: "No, I don't like management, just draw at home."

Chu Ci seemed to be in a good mood today, and she was in the mood to say a few words to her, "Is the painting sold today?"

She suddenly became nervous and hesitated for a moment and told the truth: "I sold eight pictures, which were ordered by a customer."

Chu Ci didn't care much, "It's pretty good."

He thought that it would be good for her to do something at home, and he didn't like his wife to show off in public. Besides, it would be better to teach her children in the future with a skill.

Zhao Moran felt that she had to make it clear to him at once, otherwise he would find out in the future that she would not have a good life, so she weighed the pros and cons and spoke: "The one who bought the painting was Yan Yan."

Chu Ci's face was calm and she looked at her quietly.

"I don't know it's her. My senior sister told me that someone bought me and went there. I didn't expect it would be Yan Yan." She said carefully, afraid of touching his reverse scale.

Chu Ci frowned: ‘You sold it?’

She nodded softly.

"How many?" Chu Ci's voice became cold.

Zhao Moran was a little scared, "100,000."

"I'll give you 200,000 yuan and return the money to her." Chu Ci didn't allow her to refuse at all.

Zhao Moran said hurriedly: "But I agreed!"

Chu Ci said it quite clearly: "I don't want her home with the painting you painted."

After saying that, he got up and took the check book and wrote a check for 200,000 yuan to her, and gave her another gold card: "This is my secondary card, password..."

As he said this, he suddenly felt dizzy, and then reported a set of numbers. Zhao Moran said softly: "It's Yan Yan's birthday, right?"

He glanced at her: "You know? Then change it yourself."

Zhao Moran still insisted: "I have just an ordinary customer relationship, and I have no...selfishness."

"I know," he said quite overbearingly: "I just simply don't like it."

After saying that, he was about to take a shower. Zhao Moran knew that he wanted... how about it again, and followed him and said hurriedly: "She and I... are friends."

Chu Ci had already opened the door and went in, but then turned around and looked at her.

He smiled: "Friend?"

She was a little nervous and licked her lower lip lightly, "Yes, she understands art very well, and I can talk to her very much."

She grabbed him and said, "Don't you... don't you really want to see her? I will not feel bad after I become friends with her."

She said this, and Chu Ci smiled softly, "You will plan for me."
Chapter completed!