After going up to the second floor, the two walked into the lingerie store together.

Zijin: "Boss, I'm going over there to pick out underwear for my sister."

Zijin went to the women's clothing area to choose underwear.

In less than a minute, we arrived at the women's clothing area.

Liang Canwen appeared beside Zijin: "Have you chosen?"

"Boss, have you made your choice?" Zijin hurriedly hid her underwear behind her.

Liang Canwen: "As a grown man, I don't care too much about underwear. As long as it can fit and is placed on the left side, it's fine."

"What does it mean to put it on the left?" Zi Jin asked curiously. Seeing Liang Canwen wanted to explain, Zi Jin immediately understood and hurriedly said, "Okay, I know, no need to explain."

Liang Canwen smiled and said, "Have you chosen yet?"

"I... don't know if my sister likes it or not." Zijin said.

Liang Canwen said in a righteous, helpful, and helpful tone: "If you don't know how to choose, come to me. I will give your sister the best advice from a male perspective."

Zijin looked at Liang Canwen with her big, sparkling eyes.

Liang Canwen said in a matter-of-fact tone: "Don't look at me like that. When it comes to women's underwear, if a man says it's good, then it's really good."

Zijin thought about it and realized that this was the truth.

"What style do you like? You are my employees. I care about my employees and it is my duty as a boss to help them make choices."

Liang Canwen said considerately.

"???" Zi Jin watched Liang Canwen picking items on the shelf. He really... was so concerned about the female employees' underwear. It made me cry. After carefully looking at Liang Canwen's eyes, there was no vulgarity, but rather "the boss's thoughtfulness and consideration". Zi Jin believed it.

"Sister likes this..." Zijin took out a sexy underwear made of very little white lace fabric from behind her.

Hmm? Liang Canwen was stunned: "Does your sister like this style?"

Zijin: "Well, my sister is a lace lover, all her underwear must have lace."

Liang Canwen: "Oh~ You two sisters wear the same style outside, but the styles inside are completely opposite. So what style do you like?"

"I like..." Zijin was too shy to say anything. Liang Canwen noticed that she secretly glanced at the sweet lingerie style over there, some strawberry patterns and pink and tender girlish series.

Liang Canwen: "Are you the same age?"

Zijin: "My sister was born 10 minutes earlier than me."

Liang Canwen: "I'm asking if the cup size is the same?"

Zijin: “I won’t tell you.”

Liang Canwen smiled and said, "You think too much. I don't want to know your cup size. If you are the same size, you can help your sister try it on so that you don't have to wait for work to change your underwear because the size is not suitable."

Zijin then realized that it was the face of a capitalist - he was worried that we would delay work time, hum~ Zijin proudly said: "We are both C cup!"

Liang Canwen: "Alas~"

With a sigh, Zijin felt unhappy and felt despised: "Hey, boss, C is not small. Do you think everyone starts with D like your Ye Fanzhi?"

She grabbed the underwear that Liang Canwen had chosen and went to try it on. Since all three changing rooms were occupied, the shopping guide asked Zijin to make do in another small room where goods were piled up. Zijin didn't mind and went in.

A few minutes later.

Ten minutes later.

Thirteen minutes later...

Liang Canwen didn't see her come out yet, so he walked to the door of the warehouse and knocked on it: "Zijin, what are you doing? Haven't you changed yet?"

"Boss, please ask the shopping guide to come in for a moment."

"What happened?"

"I'm caught on the clothes hanger behind me and I can't take it off. If I move, the shelf behind me will fall down. Can you ask the salesperson to come over? Ah!!! It's going to fall down, please ask the salesperson to come over!"

“The shopping guides are all very busy.”

"I can't hold on any longer, boss, why don't you come in and help me."

"Is it appropriate for me to come in?"

“It’s not appropriate, but I really can’t bear it.”

"Okay, I'm coming in~"

Liang Canwen gently pushed open a gap, slipped in, and closed the door.

The warehouse is not big, just a small room filled with boxes of clothes. There is a mop pool and a bucket of water in the front, which are used for cleaning the store. Zi Jin is right in front.

An incandescent lamp was emitting an orange-red light. Under the light, Zijin was only wearing a pink and white lace underwear and a pleated skirt on the lower body. Her perfect upper body was exposed in front of Liang Canwen. Her fair and tender skin, perfect body curves, and the embellishment of that underwear made her so beautiful that I wanted to rape her!

Zijin didn't dare to move. She just leaned her back against the shelf. The shelf was hooked on the buttons on her back, so she couldn't move.

Just like that, it was exposed in front of Liang Canwen.

It was the first time that Zijin, who was usually lively, was looked at like this by a man, and she felt extremely shy.

"Boss, could you please stop looking at it?"

"What a nice figure, what hooked you?"

"The one behind me."

"Which one?"

"You...must I explain it clearly?"

"How can I know which one it is if you don't tell me clearly?"

"I just have a bra button on my back."

"Then turn around and I'll get it for you."

"I can't move. If I move, I'll fall down."

"Then I stand in front of you and reach out to take it like this?"

Liang Canwen took a step closer and his chest touched Zijin's heart. She felt as if she had been electrocuted and was extremely shy. She bent down slightly to avoid direct contact, but the shelf behind her was shaking.

"Don't bend over, stand up straight, or the goods will fall down."

"All right."

Zijin blushed and slowly straightened her chest.

The headlights of the car were against Liang Canwen's strong chest, and it was quite ambiguous.

She was surrounded by Liang Canwen, his hands reaching from her shoulders to the back to unhook the shelves. Her whole body was surrounded by Liang Canwen, very close to her. She could feel the pressure from Liang Canwen's arrival, and the passion from Liang Canwen touching her shoulders.

It was my first time being so close to my boss, and I felt quite shy.

Meanwhile, Chikusa-ya Foods Co., Ltd.

"Mr. Gao, we at Jinsha are very willing to cooperate with you. We are willing to spend 20 million as a fan reward activity and promote our beauty products at the same time..."

Sister Ziyou is discussing cooperation with Gao Wei, the owner of Chigusa-ya. She is the general manager of Sands and represents the company's image, so she is naturally meticulous.

"...Your products of Chikusa-ya are very good. We at Jinsha are very optimistic about them. As long as we invest, I believe..."

When she said this, Ziyou was stunned, her serious face turned red, and she squeezed her long legs under her hip skirt, feeling a little hot all over.

Damn, what is Zijin doing? The twins have super telepathy.

This is the reason why it was so popular on Wall Street. All the bigwigs wanted to give it a try.

at this time.

Gao Wei saw Ziyou across from him with a strange expression, flushed face, and squirming, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I... I'm fine..." Ziyou pretended to be calm and continued to explain the company's cooperation intentions.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

"Liang Canwen, are you okay?"

"Just bear with it for a while."

"Um."

"Zijin, what kind of body wash are you using? It smells so good on your shoulders."

"Sulfur soap."

"…Is this true? I don't believe it."

"It's sulfur soap. If you don't believe me, just smell it. Your nose is not good enough."

"It really is sulfur soap." Liang Canwen lowered his head slightly and sniffed at her fragrant shoulder. Zijin shrank his neck and felt his whole body numb. "Boss, hurry up. I can't stand anymore."

Just by smelling it, her legs went weak.

After all, she is an innocent girl.

On the other side, Chigusa-ya Co., Ltd.

Ziyou's face turned red and he lay on the table.

If you don’t know, you might think someone is controlling her with a remote control?

Gao Wei: "Are you sure you're okay?"

Ziyou stood up firmly and shook hands with Gao Wei. The assistant came over immediately to help Ziyou up. Ziyou said, "I'll leave first."

"I send you."

Gao Wei sent Ziyou to the door and watched him get into the car before leaving.

In the car.

“Huh~~~”

Ziyou let out a long breath and felt hot and uncomfortable all over.

I called my sister in anger.

At this time, Liang Canwen and Zijin checked out and walked out of the lingerie store, and their cell phones rang.

Beep, beep, beep~ connected.

"elder sister."

"Zijin, what were you doing just now?"

"I didn't do anything."

"You're still lying. I can feel it."

"Feeling something?"

"I feel uncomfortable all over. Tell me! Are you looking for a man?"

"No, no, no..." Zijin hurriedly explained what had just happened.

Ziyou: "What, you asked the boss to come in to help you? Did your brain get caught in the door?"

Zijin: "The boss is a good person, he has no distractions, sister, you are prejudiced against him."

Ziyou: "Oh, idiot, ah... don't do these dangerous things in the future. If you don't think about yourself, you should think about me. I don't want to be played by a man for no reason, understand?"

Zijin: “I understand.”

With super strong telepathy, the elder sister’s reaction is greater than that of the younger sister.

After hanging up the phone, Zijin came over in the corridor. Liang Canwen asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing..." He said and walked towards the escalator.

She didn't dare tell Liang Canwen that she and her sister had a strong telepathy, otherwise the man would wake up laughing.

This is their sisters' secret.

After leaving the mall, Liang Canwen drove Zijin to the gate of the community. Zijin said, "Boss, it's lunch time. I'll treat you to a meal?"

"No, I'm going to paint."

“You need to eat to paint.”

"Next time, let's go."

Liang Canwen was very busy, busy brushing rewards. Without rewards, how could he make money to support so many people in the company? Liang Canwen drove away and came to the old and dilapidated house, ate a bowl of Longjiang pork trotter rice, bought paint and drove to paint.

Zhujiajiao Ancient Town, a place with beautiful scenery that does not belong to the ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River, is the closest to Shanghai and retains the architectural style of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The ancient town is commercialized and admission is free. There are many ancient streets and buildings, such as the ancient building complex of Zhujiajiao Town and the nearby natural landscape.

After parking the car outside the ancient town, Liang Canwen, carrying his drawing board on his back, walked into the ancient town amid the tourists.

Liang Canwen came here for two purposes.

1. Upgrade your painting skills to unlock calligraphy skills.

2. Travel and relax.

It's boring to upgrade just for the sake of upgrading. You have to upgrade happily. Choose a place with beautiful scenery and upgrade while enjoying the scenery.

Liang Canwen knows how to enjoy a slow-paced life.

I found a spot by the Zhujiajiao River, picked up my drawing board, opened my folding stool, and planned to draw the ancient houses on both sides of the river and the arch bridge in front.

After selecting the scene, Liang Canwen took out his paintbrush and began to draw the lines.

Some people passed by, stopped to admire, and then left. There were also windows on the green-tiled and white walls on both sides of the river that were opened, and some people were drinking tea and enjoying the view by the windows.

A breeze blew, blowing the rice paper. Liang Canwen put his hand on it. The breeze blew across the river again, carrying a leaf, and blew to the desk in a window by the river in the distance, covering the words on the rice paper.

A woman wearing a cheongsam stood beside the desk, picked up the leaf and threw it into the trash can. Then she picked up the brush with her delicate hands, dipped the brush in ink, and continued writing on the rice paper.

[My hair is standing on end with anger, I lean on the railing, the rain has stopped. I look up to the sky and howl, my heart is full of passion. Thirty years of fame and success are now dust, eight thousand miles of journey are now clouds and moon. Don’t wait until your hair turns grey, and then feel sad for nothing.]

The man's handwriting was ordinary, but the woman wrote each word very carefully.

A gentle breeze blew, ruffling a strand of the woman's black hair against her face. Her face was pretty, but a little haggard.

Beep, beep.

WeChat message next to it: [Qiaoqiao, come out and play cards. ]

The woman named Lin Qiaoqiao replied: [No, I'm busy.]

Smile message: [What are you busy with? ]

Lin Qiaoqiao: [Writing "Man Jiang Hong".]

Smiling message: [I've only heard of writing about Lin Fu to find the ideal person, what do you get when you write about Jiang Hong? ]

Lin Qiaoqiao: [Written in red on the river, I have found the one I love. 】

Lin Qiaoqiao found that she really fell in love with Liang Canwen.

When do you really fall in love?

Maybe Liang Canwen said that he wanted to go and accompany Ye Fanzhi.

Knowing that Liang Canwen didn't like me, I started to like him.

Lin Qiaoqiao came to the ancient town today. She didn’t want to be bothered by Qin Shiyan. She wanted some peace and quiet, to forget her troubles here, and to continue living her heartless life as a rich woman after she went back.

The reason why he wrote "Jiang Hong" all over the place was that he knew it was all fake, and that no matter how much he wrote it a hundred times, he would never get the person he loved.

But I still wrote it, to seek peace of mind.

After all, she usually acts foolishly, but if Liang Canwen really likes Ye Fanzhi and is willing to be with Ye Fanzhi, Lin Qiaoqiao will not snatch her away.

WeChat message: [Doesn’t your sweetheart already like Ye Fanzhi? If you write this, what will you do if he really shows up? ]

Lin Qiaoqiao hesitated for a moment, ink dripping onto the rice paper, and said: [If that's the case, it's destined, I must grab it! ]

Suddenly, a drizzle blew in and brushed Lin Qiaoqiao's face.

She reached out to close the window, and with a flick of her brush, the last sentence appeared on the paper.

[Wait until the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. 】

He put down the brush, turned around, walked out of the house, and looked at the scenery in the garden.

During the plum rain season, the ancient town is blue and waiting for the mist.

The rain hit the banana leaves, rolled into the stream, and created circles of varying sizes and wisps of smoke.

Lin Qiaoqiao held up an oil-paper umbrella, walked out of the yard, went to the ancient alley, stepped onto the bluestone steps in her high heels, and walked towards the stone arch bridge alone among the passers-by who were covering their heads.

Not far away.

Liang Canwen hadn't finished painting yet when the rain started to get heavy and soaked the drawing paper. He had to stop, hurriedly packed up his paintbrushes, held them on his head, and ran towards the stone arch bridge.

At the other end of the stone arch bridge, a woman in cheongsam holding an oil-paper umbrella walked up to the bridge step by step.

Da~ The man in front had a drawing board on his head, and the drawing paper slipped off the board and was blown by the wind to Lin Qiaoqiao's footsteps.

Lin Qiaoqiao held an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, bent down, picked up the drawing paper with the other hand, looked at the beautiful scenery in the painting, and said, "It's very well drawn, very beautiful, give it to me..."

Lin Qiaoqiao raised her eyes and handed over the drawing paper.

"Thanks."

Liang Canwen came in the rain and took the drawing paper.

The voice is very familiar.

Lin Qiaoqiao slightly raised her oil-paper umbrella, raised her beautiful eyes and looked at the man who took the drawing paper.

Her beautiful eyes flashed and she couldn't help but smile.

"Canwen~"

Hearing this.

Liang Canwen looked at the woman with the oil-paper umbrella.

"Qiaoqiao?"

Under the stone arch bridge, the rain fell into the river, creating circles of varying sizes.

On the stone arch bridge, a woman in cheongsam holding an oil-paper umbrella and a man holding a drawing board stood on the bridge. People coming and going, covering their heads to avoid the rain, passed by hurriedly. Only the two of them, each holding one end of the drawing paper in their hands, looked at each other.

The river is filled with red, and I have the person I love.

(End of this chapter)