My 1991

Li Dong's escape was a bit beyond Lu An's expectations.

Out of curiosity, he subconsciously looked inside the car. The driver was Zhou Kun, and the co-pilot was Zeng Xin. His eyes passed over the two of them and moved to the back seat.

There were two people in the back seat at this time, a man and a woman, both of whom were strangers.

The man is old and his hair is half gray. But wearing a well-dressed Chinese tunic suit and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he looked unexpectedly plump and elegant.

The woman has a face that is so beautiful that one cannot judge her age, as if it is a work created with painstaking efforts by an oil painting master.

Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows were picturesque, and she looked very gentle. I saw that You Pian's weak temperament made people feel protective. She intertwined her hands on her knees and sat there quietly. Her whole body was as pure as nine. Autumn chrysanthemum.

Feeling that someone was looking at her outside the car, the woman whose face was calm just now smiled, her eyes were like a pool of clear water, turning on Lu An's face a few times, she was really like a bright pearl, with beautiful jade fluorescing, between her eyebrows There is a faint air of books.

Looking at each other, Lu An instantly understood why Li Dong didn't dare to stand face to face.

If he hadn't lived a lifetime, even if he met such a woman at this age, he would probably be frightened and would not be in a good place.

As soon as he saw Lu An, Zhou Kun immediately turned off the engine and got out of the car, and happily said to him:

"Thank God, you are finally home. We waited all day and thought we were going to get nothing."

Lu An looked apologetic: "Sorry, something delayed me outside."

Zeng Xin was the second to get off the bus, and greeted him warmly: "Lu An, good afternoon, I'm disturbing you again, don't mind it."

Lu An was familiar with it: "Look at what you said, it's not the first time we've met. No matter what we're talking about, don't bother me. You can come to my poor place again because you think highly of me. It's not too late for me to welcome you."

At this time, a man and a woman in the back seat also got out of the car. Zhou Kun quickly introduced:

"This is Wanzhi, my school girl."

"This is Uncle Chen."

"They happened to be passing by Baoqing and saw that we were coming to buy paintings from you, so they followed us and had a look. I hope you don't see anyone outside."

Yu Guanzhi smiled and nodded lightly as a greeting.

However, Chen Quan extended his right hand very gentlemanly and said, "Hello, my dear, Chen Quan."

Chen Quan?

Upon hearing this name, Lu An felt a sense of familiarity.

I seem to have heard my nobleman mention this name several times in my previous life, saying that he was a very powerful person who could make all the difference in the painting world, but it was a pity that I never got to meet him.

Could this person be that Chen Quan?

Can't?

If so, what is he doing here in these hills?

I've seen Zhou Kun's level myself, and it's not worthy of him showing up in person.

With doubts, Lu An reached out and shook hands with the other party: "Hello, Lu An."

After the brief introduction, Lu An turned his body sideways and made a gesture of invitation: "It's windy outside, let's go inside."

Hearing the movement at the entrance of the courtyard, Meng Qingchi also walked out of the back room.

Lu An shouted from a distance: "Sister Qingchi, we have a guest."

Meng Qingchi smiled and said, "Okay."

After some pleasantries, Meng Qingchi invited a few people to sit down in the main room, served a cup of hot tea and asked: "Miss Yu, have you had Chinese food?"

Yu Guanzhi held the tea in both hands and took a sip, put it down and said, "Thank you, we had it at the hotel."

Then Lu An and Meng Qingchi sat together.

Zhou Kun and Zeng Xin sit on the bench on the right.

They all gave up the only sofa to Yu Guanzhi and Chen Quan, and the six of them gathered around and chatted for a while.

Mainly Lu An and Zeng Xin were talking, talking about buying and selling paintings, with Zhou Kun mediating the middle.

Yu Guanzhi and Chen Quan listened on the sidelines and sometimes chatted with each other.

Since Meng Qingchi didn't know much about painting, he basically didn't interrupt. He just saw the opportunity to refill tea for a few people.

However, through careful observation, she finally discovered that Yu Guanzhi was the main group of six people.

Zhou Kun would habitually glance at Yu Guanzhi every once in a while, but the latter didn't seem to have much reaction. At most, he would occasionally smile in return.

Chen Quan was the oldest among those present, but he did not steal the words. Only when Yu Guanzhi speaks, he will follow up with a few sentences. At other times, it is like air and has no sense of existence.

However, Meng Qingchi grew up in the system, so she naturally had a lot of discernment. She could clearly see that Chen Quan maintained a respect for Yu Guanzhi.

Yes, it is a kind of respect.

Or respect.

Of course, what Meng Qingchi could discover, Lu An could also see, but he pretended not to know and did whatever he wanted to do?

Give full play to the slipperiness of the old fried dough sticks.

After chatting for about 20 minutes, Lu An and Zeng Xin reached a verbal agreement. The price remained unchanged and was still 30,000 yuan for two oil paintings.

Seeing that it was still early, Lu An stood up and said to Zeng Xin: "If it's possible, let's start now. We'll finish painting early."

He said it easily.

It even made a few people feel quite casual, as if two oil paintings worth 30,000 yuan were not worth mentioning at all, as if they could be picked up at their fingertips.

But a few people actually guessed it right.

Lu An is very confident now. With his current painting skills, he really doesn't feel too confident about the two portraits.

Zeng Xin has a cheerful personality, so Lu An is happy to cooperate.

Seeing Lu An enter the bedroom, they looked at each other and followed him to the bedroom.

"Come, Miss Zeng, sit here." Lu An chose an angle with better lighting and placed a chair there.

Then he greeted again: "You're welcome, just find a seat and sit wherever you like."

Yu Guanzhi looked around the bedroom and stood there awkwardly for a moment. He didn't know where to sit.

It was shabby inside, and the only chair had been moved by Lu An to Zeng Xin.

All that's left is the bed.

Seeing this, the dog-legged Zhou Kun hurriedly ran to the main room, first carried the only sofa in with brute force, and put it in front of the school girl. Then he ran to get two stools.

Meng Qingchi, who was carrying tea, was the last one to come in and said to several people sheepishly:

"I haven't lived here for a long time. It's relatively simple. Let's make do with it."

It's not that she doesn't want to provide a sofa and chairs, but there is only one sofa and one chair at home, and she can't make flowers out of it.

When in a country, do as the Romans do, and guests do as the host does, as the host said. Yu Guanzhi smiled at Meng Qingchi and sat down gracefully.

Chen Quan did not sit on the sofa with him this time, but reached out and grabbed a bench.

Zhou Kun also didn't sit on the sofa and chose another bench.

As for Meng Qingchi, after filling a cup of tea for several people, he put the square plate on the desk and sat beside the bed.

ps: My dear uncle, I’m here. I’ll go out tomorrow and have to rush back. I’ll just update today. Sorry.

Double updates will resume tomorrow.

Let me emphasize: Yu Guanzhi has never been in love with Zhou Kun. Zhou Kun has unrequited love. Some bosses have misunderstood. Please explain.