So cool! Grab the scumbag's inheritance and become his aunt

The calming aromatherapy effect was so strong that Shen He slept all the way to the art museum, only to be woken up by Song Jingcheng.

After waking up, Shen He looked at Song Jingcheng's handsome face that was magnified from a close distance. She subconsciously pushed Song Jingcheng away and touched her mouth secretly.

Fortunately, I didn’t drool.

Song Jingcheng couldn't help laughing. He said, "You were too tired. You fell asleep as soon as you got on the bus. We're here. Are you getting off now?"

Shen He shook his head, "You get off first."

Song Jingcheng got off the car first.

Shen He quickly took out a folding comb from her bag, combed her hair again, and checked her makeup again.

After confirming that there was no problem, I got off the car.

She crossed her arms and followed Song Jingcheng to the entrance of the art gallery, complaining as she walked: "The medicine grandma prescribed for you is too strong. Last time at your house, I also slept very soundly."

"Luckily you're not a pervert, otherwise I wouldn't even know I was taken advantage of by you."

Seeing how much Shen He trusted him, Song Jingcheng felt a little guilty when he thought of the secretly taken photos and the hand-holding video.

Seeing that Song Jingcheng didn't say anything, Shen He stopped and asked thoughtfully: "Mr. Song, are you feeling unwell?"

After thinking for a while, Shen He silently stretched out his right arm and held Song Jingcheng's arm.

It looked like Shen He was holding Song Jingcheng's arm, but in fact, it was Shen He who was supporting him.

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This is a centenary Chinese oil painting exhibition, with more than 300 works on display.

The earliest exhibit is a classic work by a master dating back a hundred years, while the most recent exhibit is "Dangerous Ship" by Night Walker.

It was an oil painting with a dark and depressing overall tone. In the dark night, the raging waves overturned an old cargo ship.

There was no one on the boat and no one drowning in the water.

Almost all visitors who come to the exhibition stop in front of the painting for a moment, taking photos and checking in.

Shen He also stayed in front of the painting for a while.

Song Jingcheng asked her: "Do you like this?"

If he had known that Shen He liked this, he would not have given it to the organizer for the exhibition.

"Night Walker..."

Shen He whispered in Song Jingcheng's ear: "This painting is your work, right? In which year did you create it?"

"five years ago."

The first year after he learned that he had a terminal illness was the darkest year in Song Jingcheng's life, but also the year with the most inspiration.

"Hanwen said that Night Walker is best at calligraphy, I didn't expect you are so good at painting too."

"Hanwen?" Song Jingcheng thought for a moment and said, "Your fourth cousin? Shen Hanwen? The last disciple of the president of the calligraphy association?"

"It's him. He admires you very much." Shen He said casually, "If he knew that you were the Night Walker, it would be terrible."

Song Jingcheng remembered this and decided to use his calligraphy works to please his brother-in-law in the future.

He explained to Shen He: "My mother forced me to learn calligraphy, but I actually love oil painting more."

"Were you forced to learn it?" Shen He didn't know what kind of person Song's mother was, but he had heard Mu Tingyun mention that grandmother.

"Mu Tingyun once said that your mother is a lady who has her way with you and is very strict with you. Is that true?"

"Strict?" Song Jingcheng put the word on the tip of his tongue and tasted it, then shook his head and smiled, "I guess so."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk more about his mother, Shen He tactfully didn't ask any further questions.

"Mr. Song is amazing. They say there are 36 professions and each one has its own top talent, but Mr. Song is an expert in every profession he enters."

Song Jingcheng was in a good mood after being praised by Shen He. He took the opportunity to mention: "After visiting the exhibition, let's go eat together?"

"What about after dinner?" Shen He deliberately made things difficult for him.

"See a movie?"

"Or go watch the fireworks show? Otherwise, go fishing at night? I've also reserved a hot spring pool at Mengxi Villa, so we can go soak in the hot springs there."

Song Jingcheng also mentioned considerately: "If you think these are boring, you can also try something exciting. Watch car racing? Or watch boxing..."

He proposed many projects to Shen He in one go.

It can be seen that Song Jingcheng really made sufficient preparations for this first date.

Shen He listened carefully and concluded: "The plans you made all started with visiting art exhibitions and having meals. I want to know, what is the last item of all your plans?"

"You want to take me home?"

"Or, come to bed with me?"

When Shen He asked the last question, his lips were almost touching Song Jingcheng's ears.

Song Jingcheng secretly held her arm, his throat rolled, and his voice became hoarse: "Either I send you home, or I take you home."

"Which one do you choose?"

How could Song Jingcheng not want Shen He?

He relived the madness of that night countless times in his dreams.

At this moment, he was holding Shen He's hand, and could imagine the feeling of Shen He's fingers inserted into his hair in the dark night.

"I haven't thought about it yet."

Shen He deliberately kept him in suspense, then turned around and walked towards the stairs leading downstairs.

Song Jingcheng quickly caught up and asked her: "What do you like to eat? Chinese food? French food? Japanese food? Thai food? I also know a restaurant that serves authentic Xinjiang cuisine..."

“I reserved a table in advance for every restaurant.”

Damn rich people!

Shen He finally chose Xinjiang cuisine.

Song Jingcheng sent a message to Ma Kai, asking him to notify the restaurant to prepare the meal.

He put away his phone, looked up, and saw Shen He standing at the stairs waiting for him, and his heart warmed.

As soon as he approached, Shen He held his arm.

The exhibition hall has four floors in total.

It took a long time to reach the second floor. Shen He disliked Song Jingcheng for being so slow, like an old bastard.

She couldn't help but teasing Song Jingcheng: "Mr. Song is so slow, is it okay?"

Whether this works or not obviously refers to other aspects.

Song Jingcheng looked at her deeply and said thoughtfully, "Is it possible? Let's try it tonight and we'll know."

Just as Shen He was about to respond, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing from behind him.

Every hair on her body stood up, as if she had encountered an evil spirit.

Shen He looked back in confusion and saw Mu Tingyun standing on the steps above.

He was wearing a smart black suit today, with a brooch on his chest and a tie, looking like he was going to a date.

At this moment, the cold light and shadow of the exhibition hall fell on him, blurring his facial features.

But Shen He could clearly see that the man's narrow and thin jawline was trembling slightly.

Looking down, the sharp protruding Adam's apple is rolling up and down slowly...

It was obvious that Mu Tingyun's emotions were on the verge of going crazy.

The date turned into catching an adulterer.

Stimulate!

Sensing the strange atmosphere, Song Jingcheng looked back following Shen He's gaze.

After seeing his good nephew behind him, Song Jingcheng's eyes narrowed into two long slits.

He was not at all embarrassed by being caught cheating. Instead, he was calm and composed. He took the initiative and asked Mu Tingyun, "I remember that you are not interested in art. Tingyun, are you following me?"

Mu Tingyun secretly clenched his fists and took a big step up the stairs to their side.

He stared at the slender jade hand on Song Jingcheng's arm, a raging fire burning in his heart, and questioned Song Jingcheng with red eyes -

"Uncle, what do you want to try with Shen He?"