Chapter 247 Ji Yanchuan: I am socially anxious and cannot be seen by others
Ji Yanchuan stared at Qiao Chuchu's back, unable to respond for a moment.
He repeatedly confirmed her figure.
Confirmed her reddish-brown hair.
He immediately turned his head and looked behind him.
Ye Huining was standing behind him, smiling at him lovingly, and gently closed the door of the compartment.
Ji Yanchuan was completely confused.
Qiao Chuchu was in his house!
She was wearing a decent suit, and her feet were neatly put together in high heels.
She was obviously dressed up carefully to see him.
Her back alone was very beautiful.
Ji Yanchuan was a little happy, but also felt strange.
Qiao Chuchu's words were so decisive, and she was also deadly to him, but why did he like her more and more?
Just thinking about it, Qiao Chuchu made a move to turn around.
Ji Yanchuan's face changed drastically, and he looked around in panic. He grabbed a mask for decoration and put it on!
Chuchu turned around and saw Ji Yanchuan wearing a strange mask. She frowned in confusion: "Why are you wearing a mask?"
Ji Yanchuan covered the mask and did not dare to look up at her: "I, I am socially anxious and dare not talk to people face to face."
Qiao Chuchu suddenly realized and did not force it: "May I ask how much you plan to sell this painting for?"
Ji Yanchuan glanced at the price list prepared by his mother.
This painting was purchased 20 years ago when Qiao Qiao died and was at the peak of her fame.
It cost one million.
One million in that era, plus the years, it would not be a problem to sell it for five million.
Ji Yanchuan thought for a while, looked at Qiao Chuchu, and asked tentatively: "Do you know whose house this is?"
Qiao Chuchu shook her head apologetically: "I only know that this is the home of a lady named Ye. She asked someone who knows me to call and said that she has the first work my mother sold, and asked me if I want to buy it back."
Ji Yanchuan nodded.
That is, she didn't know that this was his home, and she didn't know that he was Ji Yanchuan.
It happened that his voice was hoarse, and the difference between his voice and her own was too big, so she didn't recognize it.
Ji Yanchuan's eyes moved down and fell on Qiao Chuchu's hand.
He began to be distracted.
Because just yesterday, Qiao Chuchu was still twisting his arm, pressing him in the car, and smiling at him with contempt.
But now, she stood in front of him obediently, like a sweet almond cake.
As if by some strange coincidence, he said, "I can sell this painting to you for one million, because I bought it for one million, but I have one request, that is, you have to get along with me harmoniously for a day. I will not make rude requests, and I will not let you think I am impolite. I just want to stay with you quietly. From now until after dinner, you can take this painting away."
Qiao Chuchu: "..."
Huh?
Is this guy playing a trick on her?
She has to be trapped here to buy a painting?
She is not idle.
She refused decisively: "No, you can raise the price as you like, and I can buy it at my discretion, but I will never accompany you to do such a thing."
Ji Yanchuan was stunned: "But this is the first work of your mother before her death, don't you want to get it? It should mean a lot to you, right?"
"The work of art is dead, and people are alive. The meaning is very important, but not that important."
Qiao Chuchu frowned, and didn't like what he said. She frowned and said, "If my mother were alive, she would never want me to be kidnapped or wronged because of a painting she painted."
She raised her legs and walked away: "Well, I'll leave first, you can think about it again, and I'll come back to buy it when you've made up your mind."
Ji Yanchuan grabbed her arm in panic: "Wait!"
Qiao Chuchu looked at him.
Ji Yanchuan seemed to be burned. He quickly withdrew his hand and said to her hesitantly, "I'm sorry, what I said was too rude. Actually, I don't have any friends and I want to talk to someone."
His face turned red with embarrassment, and he was afraid that Qiao Chuchu would find out. He lowered his eyes and lied, "It's rare for me to see someone who likes painter Qiao Qiao as much as I do, so I hope we can chat. I really don't mean any bad intentions."
"How about two hours?" He tentatively changed his words, "You can give me two hours, right? I will never make any unreasonable requests. I just want to talk to you about painting."
Qiao Chuchu hesitated and thought it was okay, "Okay."
Ji Yanchuan was delighted and motioned for her to sit down, "Please!"
Two hours is fine too.
As long as he can get along well with her and make her like him, he can find a way to make Qiao Chuchu forgive him!
After all, he has never lacked suitors since he was a child. He is handsome and rich. If he shows a little charm, Qiao Chuchu will like him!
On the other side, Shen Zhuoyan was standing in the corridor waiting for someone.
Ye Huining walked up to him and looked him up and down critically: "Are you the Shen Zhuoyan from the Shen family, right?"
Shen Zhuoyan's face sank and he looked at her coldly.
Ye Huining had a sarcastic smile on his face: "I didn't expect that someone like you could still find a job. Does your employer not mind that you are a murderer? Or did you deliberately conceal the facts and not let your employer know?"
Shen Zhuoyan looked away, pretending not to hear.
Ye Huining was also certain that he would not answer, and continued to mock him: "If my son is dating Qiao Chuchu, you, as a bodyguard, will be the first to disagree. You must pack up and leave." Shen Zhuoyan
frowned, and finally looked at her straight in the eye: "What do you mean?"
Ye Huining folded his hands and said condescendingly: "Nothing, I just want to say that people like you who threaten the safety of others are not qualified to protect the safety of their employers."
Shen Zhuoyan's eyes gradually became sinister: "If I make a mistake, my lady will naturally reprimand me, and it is not your turn to criticize me."
Ye Huining sneered: "I just look down on ungrateful people like you. Your father raised you diligently and diligently, and you actually did such an excessive thing. I went to your father's funeral. Do you know how sad your grandmother cried?!"
"Why should I care how sad they are?!" Shen Zhuoyan gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger and said in a low voice: "My father forced my mother to death!"
Ye Huining laughed disdainfully: "It's your mother's poor tolerance. It's your mother's fault. What does it have to do with your father? People like you make excuses for yourself after making mistakes!"
Qiao Chuchu heard Ye Huining's voice outside and frowned: "Why do I seem to hear a quarrel outside?"
Ji Yanchuan didn't take it seriously: "Don't worry, it should be my mother. She speaks in a shrill voice, so it sounds like a quarrel."
Qiao Chuchu ignored it, stood up and walked to the door to listen carefully.
Shen Zhuoyan clenched his fists and glanced at the closed room.
No matter how angry he was, he couldn't quarrel. He was a bodyguard and he just had to do his job.
He bit off his anger and swallowed it, lowering his head and no longer looking at Ye Huining.
He couldn't cause trouble for Qiao Chuchu.
Seeing this, Ye Huining sneered: "Look at you, you are emotionally unstable, mentally unstable, and you are a murderer with a criminal record. I just said a few words to you and you are like this. How can you protect your employer?"
Qiao Chuchu's face changed drastically, and she quickly opened the door: "Mrs. Ye, if you have anything to say, you can come to me!"
Shen Zhuoyan looked up in surprise, and saw the petite Qiao Chuchu walked out of the studio and stood in front of him.
She raised her arms slightly, like a chick protecting an old hen, and said angrily: "You asked me to buy paintings, is it just to insult my bodyguard?!"
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