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    Like other adult men and women, Wanyun also exchanged secrets with the curator.

    Wan Yun remained silent most of the time.

    "In the empty art museum, I just listened to the old man talking about his colorful, true and unreal love history.

    There was a time when the two of them were forbidden to talk about their first love.

    Family and business, future and prospects, sadness and romance, responsibilities and obligations, plans and expectations, etc.  These words are all included.  The curator couldn't say a word.

    For a longer period of time, Wan Yun didn¡¯t even say a word about his origins.

    Wanyun¡¯s mystery inspired the curator to take over the gossip magazine business to some extent.

    It wasn¡¯t until he threw the magazine on the table that the curator dared to angrily ask the beautiful and taciturn assistant: ¡°Are you the eldest lady of the Li family after being discharged from the hospital? You actually sneaked into my place?¡±

    The other party calmly put down the brush: "I thought you knew it was me."

    The curator was dumbfounded. After that, he often used this sentence to mock Wanyun sourly.

    When he said this, Feng Jian was sitting next to him, using a straw to eat the crushed ice cubes in the crystal wine glass, and listening to them without saying a word.

    "There are always so many secrets hidden, Xiao Yunyun. Are you afraid that your husband will be frightened in the middle of the night and get up to look through your previous credit card consumption records?" The curator glanced at Feng Jian next to him and was joking.

    Feng Jian snorted from his nostrils.

    The curator looked at him with interest for a while: "I said, are you just going to drink ice water here all night?"

    The curator¡¯s crow¡¯s mouth unfortunately hit the mark again.

    In this world that is neither cute nor gentle, the first thing Feng Jian hates is spending money, and the second thing he hates is secrets.

    Many times, secrets represent weakness, compromise and trouble, with unpredictable consequences.  Feng Jian believes that all the secrets in the world should be locked in a safe, chained eight times with precise chains, buried in a pit, and finally destroyed by pouring sulfuric acid on the surface.

    But unfortunately, everyone in the world has secrets, everyone in the world has to spend money, and there is a woman in the world who is equally good at both things.

    Feng Jian hesitated several times when Wanyun opened the safe with ease, but finally gave up on changing the original password.

    After all, a safe cannot lock everything, like secrets or the most cherished things.  However, Feng Jian believed that he still did not have the thing he cherished the most¡ª¡ª

    Wan Yun¡¯s face appeared in front of him.

    "Why don't you open the door?" she asked curiously.

    Feng Jian discovered that the two of them had been standing in the elevator for a long time and needed a key to press the floor.

    He coughed.

    "What are you thinking about?"

    Feng Jian blurted out: "I miss you"

    Wan Yun¡¯s bright eyes blinked, and Feng Jian immediately came back to her senses and added wittily for herself, ¡°Mom.¡±

    She was startled.

    Feng Jian added the entire sentence: "I'm thinking about your mother's body."

    As soon as the words fell, silence suddenly fell between the two of them.  Feng Jian was dismayed to find that he was too witty and said ambiguous words.

    Also, Wanyun¡¯s eyes are really deep and beautiful.

    Feng Jian subconsciously said: "I mean, I'm thinking about your mother's health. She is already over eighty years old"

    Wan Yun pursed her lips slightly: "I need to turn off my phone first."

    He Long¡¯s frantic voice could be heard from the cell phone covered by his long hair.

    "What? Little bastard! Feng Jian! Who do you think is over eighty years old!!! Please explain to me"

    The door opened and Feng Jian caught up with Wan Yun.

    He frowned: "When will you call your mother?"

    Wan Yun turned around and said, "You haven't noticed since you took the car home - you seem to have something on your mind these days."

    Feng Jian took out the painting Wan Yun had made for him and was stunned.

    On the drawing paper, the deceased uncle looks at his beloved nephew very lovingly.  There is Wanyun's private seal printed on the foot of the page. If Feng Jian knew a little bit about seal materials and engraving and knew the price, there might be a trace of blood flowing gently from the corner of his mouth.

    Feng Jian is already upset enough.

    Even though the most glorious moment did not belong to him, the current Wanyun meets the needs of most men in every sense.

    However, the relationship between the two has always been very subtle and awkward. They had a fleeting glimpse ten years ago, but later in life they had no intersection at all. They reunited at the engagement party between her sister and him.  She left the sentence: "I will be good to you" and directly became his wife.

    This kind of embarrassment and anger is simply unspeakable to others.  Feng Jian is not a generous-minded man.Doll means very cute and very lonely - but if this little boy has one tenth of his childlike appearance, Feng Jian would be really grateful.

    The coke was all drank quietly.  Feng Jian remained silent and took out five hundred bills from his wallet.

    The boy's feet didn't move.

    "I want to make a business deal with you. If you can sit next to me for half an hour without talking, I will pay you five hundred yuan."

    The boy was about to answer "yes" obediently, when he suddenly covered his mouth and started shaking his head.

    Feng Jian was amused: "have you become brave?"

    The kid in front of him has a worldliness that does not match his age and appearance, but Feng Jian does not hate him.

    But half an hour of silence is ultimately extremely difficult for children.  The boy's eyes were fixed on Feng Jian's banknotes, and he stroked the cold water droplets on the Coke can with his small hands, and suddenly sprinkled it playfully on Feng Jian's face.

    Unexpectedly, the other party held his arm and prevented him from moving.

    "Since you can't speak, just listen to me and it won't be a waste of my seniority."

    Feng Jian said: "Besides you, I also know an adult who is as pampered and full of bad ideas as you are. No," he said thoughtfully, "two adults. One of them made a request to me."

    Zhou Yu stopped him: "Feng is always a smart man, how about doing business with me?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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