Reborn Hot Wife

The banyan trees outside the window are deep, and the dead leaves swirl down with the wind.

Yaoi doesn’t go out at ordinary times. She hides in a secret base and lives an isolated life.

Today, she saw from the window that the weather outside was good, and it was cool in autumn. She took her headphones out of the door and walked in the nearby park.

The equipment in the base is advanced, which is all from the efforts of Mary Kinson and Yaoi. They got on the elevator face recognition.

She threw a small bubble gum into her mouth, which could help her thinking. She said vaguely, “Top floor, I want to go out.”

A cold mechanical female voice came from the top of the elevator. After listening carefully, we can tell that it was Mary Kinson’s voice: “Good Yaoi, go out more and come back again. People in the base will be bored every day.”

Yaoi really thought her voice was Mary Kinson’s, and nodded tactfully: “Good sister Mary.”

She had just left the base. At the corner not far away, an old car with dark and shiny body came up. In the spacious and lengthened back seat, there was a man in a dark blue suit.

The dark long hair fell along his eyebrow bone, slightly long enough to cover his blue eyes like the sea, but the sharp light at the bottom of the eyes was full of killing.

The driver in the front row poked his head out and looked: “Boss, is that the little girl? It’s different from the picture given by Miss Sue, is it?”

The boss in the back seat leaned back and put his broad arm and long hand on the back of the chair

The top floor of William Company.

Wililam, sitting behind his desk, wore a dark suit that lasted for years. His broad shoulders supported the customized suit very well.

On a handsome face with clear outline and cold lines, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s eyes, which were full of red blood.

The seventh master hasn’t had a good rest recently. It can be seen from the blacker and bluer eyelids that White Ben and Yang Fei, who are standing in front of the table, dare not even breathe heavily.

White Ben poked Yang Fei with his arm and asked him to speak.

Yang Fei is a tough guy, and he said: “Seventh Master, this exhibition about Chen painters was opened. He said that our company’s security is the best in the capital. He hopes our company can help organize it and wants to meet with you to talk about it.”

Wililam opened his eyes lazily, and his deep eyes were filled with some unpleasant cruelty: “I’m not interested in the exhibition, no more.”

Originally, this kind of matter could be explained at the level of a general manager, and Wililam was not needed to come forward, but Chen Ran appointed Wililam to talk about it.

Because Chen Ran is more or less famous in the world, they came to disturb Wililam with respect.

Getting the imaginary answer, even if Chen Ran’s price is higher, it doesn’t matter to Seventh Master.

Yang Fei silently regretted the high price of Chen Ran’s studio.

White Ben carefully handed the document to the Seventh Master, and said, “I heard that this painter Chen grew up in an orphanage, which seems to have something to do with Miss Kinson.”

Hearing the words, William’s slightly opened teeth closed again.

Willilam leans back, takes the folder lazily, and signs the contract without saying a word: “He wants to see me?”

“Yes.” White Ben nodded.

Wililam casually put the document at the table, lifted his eyes and glanced the clock and date on the wall: “The day after tomorrow, I will spare some time.”

“Yes, Seventh Master.” White Ben smiled, and finally saved a large sum of money for the company.

Yang Fei’s right hand beside him silently gave him a thumbs up.

As expected, it has to be beyond ordinary people to be a special assistant.

weekend.

Chen Ran’s first painting exhibition will be held soon in the capital.

Mary Kinson chose her favorite suit, dressed up, and went to the preview of the exhibition in a slightly better mood.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Just in time to see Chen Ran, ask him to give two tickets, and come with Belle when the official event starts.

Arrived at the destination, unexpectedly, there was a guard standing at the door, dressed in a black suit, standing there, waiting for visitors to approach, he said politely: “Miss, please show me the invitation.”

Mary Kinson raised her eyebrows in surprise: “This is not just a preview of the exhibition? It also requires an invitation letter.”

“I’m sorry, Miss. You can’t enter without an invitation.” The guard took a step forward, which meant to persuade her to retreat.

It seems that Chen Ran is doing quite well, and the forecast level is like this.

When Mary Kinson was going to take out her mobile phone to call Chen Ran, her student ID card fell out of her pocket.

The guard picked it up out of politeness and saw the name Mary Kinson written on it. His face changed and he turned aside: “It’s Miss Kinson. You are a VIP of William Company. As long as we cooperate with William Company, you don’t need tickets and invitations. Please come in.”

When was there a VIP? Why didn’t she know anything about it?

The structure and minimalist style that she saw in the exhibition made her relaxed and happy.

After being used to the bustling city of the capital, occasionally visiting such an exhibition can really achieve the effect of relaxing and pursuing the beauty of the soul.

Every painting in it is made by Chen Ran, and everything is so elegant and rare.

Not all the paintings are put on the canvas. There are only one sample picture in some places, such as the middle of the large picture. Now the canvas is covered by a white cloth, and there is no main picture in it.

She walked all the way along the sign to the inside. Some pictures were displayed. She stopped in front of a picture made at the latest time.

The painting above is a field. On the green motherboard, the grass and trees are ash like colors. The wild grass grows like crazy, giving people an intuitive sense of craziness and barbarism.

Mary Kinson watched carefully. When she saw the grass edge at the lower left corner, she couldn’t help laughing.

The laughter attracted the attention of the beholder: “What are you laughing at?”

An unhappy female voice sounded. Mary Kinson looked back at the sound and saw a girl of the same age staring at herself with a cold face.

She was dressed very artistically, in a long dress made of linen, her hair half coiled, and her eyes were not good: “I asked you why you were laughing?”

Mary Kinson’s eyes were chilly: “I laugh at this painting. Is there a problem?”

“Hum.” The girl gave her a funny glance: “Who are you? Don’t you think it’s offensive to laugh at the works of Chen painter?”

She turned to look at the security guard not far from the door and said, “The security guard should come here. Please drive out the person who doesn’t respect the painter Chen.”

What’s the matter? Don’t you allow people to laugh at the exhibition?

The security guard came over and asked the girl, “What’s the matter, Miss?”

Li ke is a loyal fan of Chen Ran, who is extremely fond of Chen Ran. Naturally, she can’t stand the disrespect of other people for their idols: “She shows sarcastic laughter in front of the paintings of Chen painter. She doesn’t respect Chen painter. Please ask her out.”