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    Received the express delivery early the next morning.

    The two boxes were heavy and came from the Mid-Levels Villa. It was said that Wan Yun helped him pack them overnight when he went back.

    Feng Jian guessed that it was probably the clothes he had left in the villa.

    He didn¡¯t open it and kicked it directly into the corner, out of sight and out of mind.

    However, within a few days, a foul smell began to fill the apartment.

    The smell was still vague at first, until one day when I went home, I felt dizzy as soon as I entered the house. I almost thought I was living in a garbage dump again.

    Feng Jian asked someone to clean the house overnight.

    He sat on the sofa, slightly confused.

    Before Wan Yun moved in, there was no breathing creature in the apartment except himself.  She casually raised a few pots of plants on the balcony, and Feng Jian had nothing to do now to pour boiling water into them - could it be the smell from those things?

    Feng Jian was just about to go to the balcony to check, but the cleaner stopped him and hesitated.

    "Mr. Feng, can you open that box?"

    What?  Feng Jian frowned. He followed the other person's gaze and saw the express delivery he had received before.

    ¡ª¡ªOnly the bottom layer of the box contained clothes, and the entire upper layer was filled with live seafood and fresh fruits¡ªthat is no longer the case.  As the temperature rises, all the food rots completely, and the juices overflow, exposing the bags.  Despite being protected by dust bags, all the clothes in the box were completely trashed.

    The smell of sweet fruits and fishy-sweet seafood are intertwined, and it is impressive when blown by the air conditioner.  The cleaner who was squatting to open the box suddenly made a "gurgling" sound in his throat, turned his head and vomited on the expensive new carpet that Wanyun had bought before.

    On the second day, not long after Wan Yun and He Long were sitting in the company, there was a knock on the door. It was Feng Jian who came to investigate.

    He Long saw that the person coming was Feng Jian, and waved his hand: "If Xiao Feng is looking for Yunyun to talk about the couple's private matters, let's find another time. Now Yunyun and I want to talk about business matters, Xiao Feng, you"

    Feng Jian¡¯s face was darker than the door, but she finally said nothing.  Before he left, he couldn't help but look back: "Are those fruits and seafood from you?"

    "What?" Wan Yun was stunned, as if she just remembered, "Zhen's mother has been nagging me and asking me to bring you some food. Have you received her wishes? You should eat it as soon as possible. Food in summer is easy to spoil, Feng  Always be careful with your body.¡±

    Feng Jian sneered: "You know I won't open the box right away!"

    Wan Yun said: "Mr. Feng's palace is so deep, how can I guess what you are thinking?"

    At this time, the door opened, and several directors came in to talk.

    Feng Jian was so angry that she pointed at Li Wanyun, turned around and left.

    In the middle of the meeting, He Long lowered his voice and asked Wanyun: "What are you two arguing about recently?"

    Wan Yun remained silent and looked at the information under his command.

    After a while, she said calmly: "Let's get a divorce."

    He Long only took it as a joke.

    After Feng Jianda changed into a new suit, he began to avoid Wan Yun and become cold and distant.

    At the same time, Zhou Yu¡¯s calls became more and more frequent.

    He is very patient and has always been patient.  After hanging up, I called back three times a day.

    "What do you want?" One day Wan Yun finally got tired of asking. She asked, "Ten years ago, you already defeated me, right? Now you want to destroy me and Feng Jian. Congratulations, you have done it. But you  What do you want from me? Even if it¡¯s a game, you still have to tell me what the prize is.¡±

    Zhou Yu smiled on the other end of the phone.

    He finally said: "So, I just want you to admit that everything you insist on has always been wrong.

    Wanyun threw the phone away.

    ?????????????????????????Her temper has become very, very bad recently.  Sometimes I get distracted during meetings and don¡¯t know what others are saying.  Until Feng Jian suddenly bumped into her next to her and pushed the note over with an expressionless face.

    Wan Yun was silent for a moment and read out the data according to the note.

    He Long saw it in his eyes, but he no longer cared about their relationship.

    Of course there are selfish motives.  He Longcheng hopes that Wanyun will be happy, but now and then, Wanyun re-enters the company and interests are redistributed. The relationship with Feng Jian cannot always be so close, and some disputes are good.

    ¡ª¡ªWhat a pity, isn¡¯t it?  Neither mother nor daughter can get along frankly, let alone a husband and wife.

    ??Perfect relationships only appear in paintings.

    The curator came to visit Wanyun¡¯s nearly completed oil painting.

    Only two lights were turned on in the studio, and the background of the oil painting was dense and completely black. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the target before I could see it.

     She is still a quiet and shy girl in plain clothes.  But after being colored by Wan Yun, it seems to be alive on the surface of the oil painting like water vapor, and the color is evenly spread out with a pearl-like brilliance.

    The girl¡¯s feet look like real people.  But it was indeed a painting, with a tenderness and coldness that was too beautiful to be true. He only watched the fire from across the bank in the hazy canvas, and stared deeply at the visitor with eyes as blue as the Caribbean Sea.  For a moment, the world seemed to be soothed into silence by the person in the painting's undisclosed yet ready-to-express thoughts.

    He couldn't look away for a long time.

    "If you die, the price of this painting will double again" The curator looked back at Wan Yun's face and laughed, "Hey, I'm just casually discussing the artist's ultimate fate."

    Wan Yun said lightly: "Even if thickened linseed oil is added, it will still take half a month to dry. Can you make it in time for the auction?"

    The curator nodded: ¡°Leave the matter of quick drying to me.¡±

    In recent years, he has mainly focused on restoring oil paintings, and is an expert in this field.

    "So, you really don't want to auction this painting? I feel like this painting can be sold for a lot of money" The curator was very regretful.

    The oil painting, coupled with the hidden story behind it, and the curator¡¯s eloquent sales pitch, must be worth a good gimmick and a good price.

    But Wan Yun prefers to keep it for himself.  Not everyone can encounter rare and pure feelings and be lucky enough to participate in them.  If you haven't had it yourself, at least you've seen someone else have it.

    Ask yourself, does Feng Jian like her?  Wan Yun thought that he might be tempted.  But according to this requirement, Zhou Yu in the past, and even Zhou Yu now, also liked her somewhat.

    However, if you abandon something of a small degree in the face of more choices, it will only make people more lonely.  Wanyun is really a little tired.  Everyone has self-esteem and everyone cares about something. There is no reason why she should always be stronger than others.

    The curator looked at the painting: "It doesn't have a name yet."

    "Director, please help me pick one up." She forced a smile and said, "I won't give it to you."

    Wan Yun returned to the bedroom and lay down to sleep. Recently, she has always had so many worries and worries. Occasionally she dreams and sees that she has a hand full of good cards, but she is sitting in front of a card table with unknown rules.

    The familiar scenery outside the window finally couldn¡¯t bring up other thoughts.

    ¡°When this busy period is over, I still need to go to the hospital again,¡± Wan Yun thought dimly.

    The curator took away the oil painting and faxed the internal auction draft to her a few days later.

    That oil painting was named very vulgarly by the curator: Hope.

    He wrote annotations to the poem below in a flying voice:

    What is hope?  Hope is a whore: she bewitches everyone and gives her all; she abandons you when you have sacrificed so much of your treasure, your youth.  "

    Wanyun shook his head and smiled.

    Before I could appreciate the cold jokes and spoofs that the curator is always good at, I turned to the back of the album first.

    The jewelry displayed with this painting and offered for auction is somewhat familiar. It is exactly what the curator calls the big secret.

    She smiled, it was really fate.

    ¡ª¡ªInterlaced brilliance, shining jewelry, ingenious design, heavenly inlay, extremely expensive price, and finally a title taken from mythology.

    Authentic goosefoot.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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