"If you promise to go back and accompany me every night, I will sell the painting to her. Otherwise, I won't sell it. Stop talking nonsense and make a decision."
Weiyi said.
Mu Jin looked at Weiyi's determination to compete with her, Mu Jin, for a man by any means necessary, and then looked at herself holding the phone like Weiyi's servant, letting Weiyi talk to Fu Jingfeng as long as she opened her mouth. She immediately said, "Jingfeng, promise her. We don't need these few days."
"Okay, then let's do as Jin says."
There was a hint of reluctance in Fu Jingfeng's voice.
But the two words "Ajin" really made Mu Jin feel that he was worthy of his lifelong pride.
"Then Jingfeng, I'm going to hang up first. I'll talk to you later."
Mu Jin immediately acted more like a little girl.
The only thing I found funny was hearing her talk like that.
When women fall in love, they seem like fools.
She used to be, and now Mu Jin is a bit...
The only thing he couldn't help but look at Mu Jin's appearance at this moment out of curiosity.
After Mu Jin hung up the phone, he looked at her again and said, "Now I can buy the painting."
“I’m not responsible for delivery.”
The only thing he had was a slight smile and a gentle reminder.
"You don't need to send me here. I brought people here myself."
Mu Jin was very bothered by the fact that Wei Yi was always surrounded by several bodyguards, so this time, she called him and said, "Come in."
As soon as Mu Jin finished speaking, four grown men in nice suits got out of a business car diagonally opposite.
Well, it was specially prepared for them in order to meet Weiyi.
She, Mu Jin, is definitely not worse than Weiyi.
Duda and his two men watched with a very solemn expression.
Duda naturally recognized at a glance that these people were just show-offs.
However, his two subordinates looked down on them because they knew that few people could surpass them.
But at the moment, no one knew what was going on, so they all hid their true expressions.
Mu Jin went to sign and pay. When the painting on the wall was gone, Mu Jin went over and stood there for a while. Then he deliberately walked in front of Wei Yi and said, "Didn't you say you wouldn't sell it? But in the end, didn't you sell it to me?"
"Are you planning to hang my husband's paintings in the Feng Mansion?"
The only thing he didn't argue with her was asking a question that she was curious about.
The painting is quite large and would not look good in an ordinary apartment.
But it's not an ordinary apartment. With Mu Jin's financial resources...
"Actually, my husband and I are similar to you and Jingfeng, we are not in harmony at all. We sleep in separate rooms, so I just need to put it in my own bedroom."
Mu Jin left after saying this.
The expression on Weiyi's face turned not so good.
Mu Jin walked to the door and turned around, "By the way, Jingfeng went to the Feng Mansion and stayed in my private bedroom."
“…”
The only one who smiled was silent.
After showing off, Mu Jin finally decided to leave.
The huge gallery facade suddenly became quiet.
Weiyi looked down at the coffee in the cup, leaned back on the sofa and sipped it slowly.
After Mu Jin got into the car, he looked like a winner.
Yes, in this game, Mu Jin felt that he won beautifully.
No matter how she trapped Fu Jingfeng, it was fine as long as she trapped him.
Hearing Fu Jingfeng call her Ajin and saying that Ajin and I are in love, these few words are enough for her to brag about for half her life.
However, the business car loaded with paintings was suddenly stopped by a police car on the way.
A handsome policeman with a ruffian look was standing on the roadside with his two colleagues, directing them to stop the car.
"Driver's license and ID, please."
The handsome guy walked up and said.
The driver subconsciously took out his driver's license immediately.
"Everyone get out of the car, we need a routine inspection."
The other two policemen walked to the back with tools in their hands and spoke to those people.
Seeing that they were police officers carrying tools, and some of them had some minor problems, they immediately got out of the car.
Mu Jin's car also stopped and he stepped forward: "Mr. Policeman, is there anything wrong with my car?"
"There's nothing wrong with your car. Don't interfere with official business and leave immediately."
The handsome guy glanced at her car behind and said.
"Mr. Policeman, this car is mine too. I just bought a painting and asked someone to send it home."
"Is this car also yours? Do you have any evidence?"
"I rented this just to buy paintings."
Mu Jin quickly explained again.
"Painting? What painting? Bring it down so I can see it."
The handsome guy took a look inside and immediately ordered the people hired by Mu Jin to do their job.
Mu Jin was stopped to the side and saw a policeman touching the painting and then said, "Boss, there seems to be something hidden in the painting."
"Search immediately."
The handsome guy's face instantly became serious.
Mu Jin held his breath for a moment, but when he saw them trying to turn the painting over, his heart sank. "No, you'll damage my painting."
Not to mention that the price of the painting hurt her, just think about the person in the painting. If he was destroyed, wouldn't her love be trampled upon?
She also wanted to use this painting to remind herself of the person, and also to let Fu Jingfeng know her feelings as clear as the sun and the moon.
"Do you know what might be hidden in this painting?"
“It’s just a painting.”
"Take this young lady aside and question her thoroughly. I think there's something fishy about her."
The handsome guy stared at Mu Jin seriously, and immediately instructed another person to open the painting.
Mu Jin was taken to her car on the side of the road, and the police officer asked her to open the door and check inside her car.
Some Hong Kong movies suddenly popped up in Mu Jin's mind. Could it be that something like this happened in Fengcheng recently?
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