Chapter 83 It turns out that my wife is jealous
Zhang Bocheng walked slowly.
When he just stepped into the second floor, he told the people behind him: "Check the man next to Huo Qiao."
"Young Master Zhang, a little mb..."
"What do you know!" Zhang Bocheng said impatiently, "His conversation is definitely not that of an ordinary person."
The pupils behind the lens flashed a hint of dimness.
He was the favorite disciple of Teacher Shen Qiu.
If he had always followed Teacher Shen Qiu, with the teacher's guidance and the teacher's connections in the domestic art road, he would definitely reach a new peak in the road of painting.
But Zhang Bocheng's ambition and desire are stronger.
He knows that as an illegitimate son of the Zhang family, if he wants to climb higher, he can only give up painting.
Return to the dirty place of Magic City.
Fight and fight with those evil spirits.
The painting "Ming-Xia" was the last one he painted when he followed Teacher Shen Qiu.
When he put down his brush, Teacher Shen Qiu flew into a rage and bluntly said that he would never have such a disciple as him.
Presumably, "Ming-Xia" had long been put aside by the teacher.
Or thrown into some dirty trash can.
So what Pei Yuzhi said, that he had seen the painting "Ming-Xia" and heard Teacher Shen Qiu mention him.
Was really nonsense.
Zhang Bocheng suddenly smiled, and the gloomy eyes behind the lens reappeared with his usual warm smile.
That kid was really bold. He
dared to show off in front of him without finding out anything.
"Mr. Zhang, the guests have arrived. Shall we go over now?"
Zhang Bocheng raised his eyes and looked at the end of the second floor.
The long-awaited person had arrived in the Magic City and was waiting for him in a room not far away.
Zhang Bocheng suddenly felt very tired.
It was all because of that boy, who reminded him of the time when he was not a drug man.
However...
the young men following behind him looked at each other, wondering what was wrong with Zhang Bocheng.
Zhang Bocheng had been away from Shanghai for a month, and had stayed in England and France, met many people, and finally negotiated a big deal.
The guest in the room at the end of the corridor was the key to this big deal.
He was also Zhang Shao's confidant.
Just as he was thinking, Zhang Bocheng stepped forward again, and several people followed him with understanding.
"Tell the manager to move Huo Qiao's room to the second floor."
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At the same time, in front of Pei Yuzhi was the WeChat account of Zhang Bocheng that Huo Qiao had sent to him.
He felt a bit like he was shooting himself in the foot.
Huo Qiao seemed to be angry.
When he was angry, Huo Qiao not only spoke less, but also didn't express his thoughts.
Pei Yuzhi thought about it and it seemed that Huo Qiao was angry because he didn't explain the matter of Zhang Bocheng clearly.
There were quite a lot of people in this room.
Except for Chen Shu, the rest were young men.
They looked curious but didn't dare to come forward. Only Chen Shu was busy running around with a diligent look on his face.
Who would believe it if he told others?
He actually invited Huo Qiao to attend the party!
"Mr. Huo, there are several famous works in the big private room on the second floor. Why don't we go and have a look together?"
"Trouble."
"This is all my fault. I should have taken you upstairs just now. This room is a bit small. You see..."
Huo Qiao's face was calm, but he was unhappy all over.
Pei Yuzhi sat on another set of sofas, waiting for Chen Shu to finish his endless chatter.
Huo Qiao was annoyed by Chen Shu's words and nodded impatiently.
Chen Shu then left happily and prepared to change rooms.
The silence lasted only two seconds, and the sofa beside him sank. Huo Qiao's eyelids moved slightly, and a refreshing smell that was completely different from the smell of cosmetics and wine in the private room rushed into his nose.
He choked with annoyance and anger.
Then in the dim light, Pei Yuzhi put one arm on the sofa behind Huo Qiao.
"Are you angry with me? Because of Zhang Bocheng?"
Huo Qiao's expression did not change, but the speed at which his slender knuckles stroked the wall of the cup became faster unconsciously.
Pei Yuzhi stared at it for two seconds. The light flickered, making Huo Qiao's fingers colorful. The rubbing against the wall of the cup inexplicably added some ambiguity.
He raised his eyes and looked at Huo Qiao thoughtfully.
The two had been apart for a long time at this moment, but Pei Yuzhi was close enough to clearly see that Huo Qiao was unhappy.
The corners of his eyes drooped listlessly, and the small red moles were covered. His lips were tightly pursed, and the corners of his mouth were straightened.
A flash of inspiration came to him.
Could it be that...
"Mr. Huo, the room upstairs is ready, shall we go up?"
The idiot Chen Shu pushed the door open and shouted.
Everyone in the room suddenly turned their eyes to the sofa.
Tsk.
Then they saw the little MB that Huo Qiao brought, covering half of Huo Qiao's body with a righteous look.
The two heads were close together, they must be kissing.
Chen Shu twitched the corner of his lip, his expression became embarrassed.
Pei Yuzhi's slow breathing sprayed on Huo Qiao's face, his eyelashes trembled, and he finally looked directly at Pei Yuzhi.
"—Get out of the way."
Pei Yuzhi did not move, but looked at him with a burning and surprised look.
Huo Qiao trembled in his heart, [Pei Yuzhi found out? ]
Without time to think about it, Huo Qiao pushed Pei Yuzhi away and stood up.
The people in the room did not show any strange expression on their faces.
This is indeed how the little lover is treated.
Who knew that just when Huo Qiao took a step forward, the little lover who was pushed away also stood up and grabbed Huo Qiao.
Bang.
Everyone in the room was dumbfounded.
The arrogant Mr. Huo who never smiled easily
was pulled into the arms of this little lover, who held his waist and kissed him lightly.
Shit.
Are they filming a movie?
This guy only lasted for two seconds, and he probably didn't even stick out his tongue, but he made the players in the room blush.
This is too innocent.
Soon, the room became unusually quiet.
Chen Shu gave a look.
He gave a look to those dogs who were watching the excitement, and the people in the room prepared to leave the room one by one with ambiguous eyes.
Huo Qiao pulled Pei Yuzhi's arm away with a sullen look, and glared at Pei Yuzhi with a cold face. He
strode out of the room.
Pei Yuzhi didn't stop him this time.
Chen Shu asked Pei Yuzhi with a complicated expression at the end:
"You are quite capable, how did you get to know Mr. Huo? There are no secrets in the circle of Shanghai. Xie Linyuan has a strong possessiveness towards Mr. Huo, you better be careful."
Pei Yuzhi lowered his eyes and glanced at the yellow-haired man beside him,
"Thanks for the reminder."
"Come on, Mr. Huo is famous for his indifference. When he was in middle school, he raised a dog and Huo Sheng fed it meat once. Since then, Mr. Huo has never touched the dog again."
"...Are you comparing me to a dog?"
"I'm telling you, if you want to follow Mr. Huo, you have to keep yourself clean. I heard from them that you took the initiative to talk to Brother Zhang downstairs, right? Ha, you are eating from the pot and looking at the bowl. Your fate in the future may be worse than that dog."
Chen Shu rolled his eyes at him and didn't want to say anything more to him.
Instead, Pei Yuzhi lowered his eyes in thought, and the faint inspiration in his mind just now revealed its true colors.
After washing his face, the heat in Huo Qiao's ears finally dissipated.
He threw the paper used to wipe his hands into the trash can and walked out slowly.
As soon as he walked down the stairs, the familiar masculine scent came to his nose.
"I was wondering why my wife was angry. It turns out she was jealous."
Huo Qiao's heart skipped a beat.
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