Dangerous game

The alarm clock rang, and the other side of the bed was empty. Jiang Bei got up and tidied up.

The woodcarving exhibition held in the city is scheduled for today. It is small in scale and has a very famous name. "Traditional art and culture exchange meeting". Go cheer him on.

Jiang Bei stomped and ran downstairs, and greeted A Ping when he saw A Ping, "A Ping, let's go."

Shen Munan leaned out from the kitchen, still beating the egg wash with one hand, "I haven't had breakfast yet, where are we going?"

"There is an exhibition today." Jiang Bei squeezed a sandwich on the dining table, chewed and said, "The one you helped me through the back door last time."

The butler said beside him: "If it's still early, go after eating at home, sir was busy in the kitchen early this morning."

Jiang Bei glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and only then noticed Shen Munan's unusual look today—the apron with white stripes on the blue background, the sleeves of home clothes rolled up high, revealing the Patek Philippe Nautilus series on the wrist, shedding the elite man's skin, This person is cold and has a bit of fireworks, but it is also the kind of fireworks that is different from ordinary people.

"You look so pretty." Jiang Bei boasted hastily, grabbed a bottle of yogurt on the table and ran outside, the high-pitched tone was heard from outside to the ears of a group of people, "Let's go, come back at night."

I don't know where he got his hot temper, and if he wants to do something, the whole family has to follow behind and wait on him.

The housekeeper sighed, thinking that this is really the bastard's right eye for mung beans. A person like Mr. who is so cold and desolate really loves Jiang Bei with all his heart, so he almost took off the moon and gave him to him.

The location of the exhibition was quite remote. After navigating for a long time, Aping was about to drive out of Beishi, and finally found a banner of "Young Artists Exchange Meeting" at the entrance of a building to be demolished in the new district.

With his chubby belly, Boss Hu waved at them from afar, and came up to them with small steps, "Oh, this place is so hard to find."

Jiang Bei raised his head and looked at the building. The [-]-story building was floating alone in the cold wind, and its appearance was very unseemly. It was just a semi-synthetic product made of reinforced concrete, "Isn't it made by the government? It's too shabby Bar."

"That's right." Boss Hu agreed deeply, and reached forward with his left hand, "Let's go, let's go in first."

A Ping parked the car and went in together. The layout inside was not so-so, at least clean and bright. The person in charge said that it is not very easy to rent the venue in the first month. In addition, this exhibition is not only about wood carvings, but also some calligraphy, painting and stone carvings. It is not easy to get such a large venue.

"Xiao Jiang, did you see that your work is placed in the middle of it." Boss Hu pointed to the center of the exhibition hall, his tone quite proud.

"I see. Boss, this place is so remote, there are really people who will come to see it."

"Why not." Boss Hu raised his wrist to look at his big gold watch, and calmly said: "What time is it, it's early, don't worry."

After 09:30, the TV cameras were set in place one after another, and the visitors became a little bustling. None of the other members of the studio showed up. Boss Hu made no fewer than ten phone calls. Foul words, "Days, these bastards!"

Jiangbei was wandering around the venue, and met a few colleagues who were exchanging ideas, and he also followed to join in the fun. A Ping was bored, so he found a place to sit, drink tea and eat melon seeds.

The TV station was interviewing the person in charge. A middle-aged man with a "Mediterranean" haircut was talking to the camera with a smile in his mouth, and he could retract and release it freely. He looked like someone who had seen the world.After his "speech" was over, Jiang Bei deliberately approached him and asked some questions about his works. "Mediterranean" was well-trained, and he answered questions without restraint, with a very scholarly demeanor.

"You just said that your name is Jiang..." Haidi frowned slightly, waiting for the other party to answer him.

Jiangbei smiled all over his face: "Jiangbei."

While talking, Ah Ping rushed over excitedly and pulled Jiang Bei aside, "Mr. Shen is also here."

Jiang Bei looked in the direction of his fingers, and it was really Shen Munan. He wore a suit and tie everywhere he went, elegant and calm, "Why is he here?"

"Just take it easy, isn't he resting today?"

Mediterranean looked at it carefully for a while, then muttered: "That's not..." and seemed uncertain.

When the person got closer, Mediterranean's smile gradually faded away, "It's really you, Mr. Shen, I didn't dare to recognize you from afar. We met each other at Yi Ning's event last time."

Shen Munan nodded, walked straight towards Jiangbei, and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people, "Have you eaten all the sandwiches in the morning?"

Jiang Bei looked around randomly, "Eat them all."

"I made it."

"It's a guess, I said the taste is not good." Jiang Bei quietly dodges, steps away, and walks away.

Shen Munan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Mediterranean" caught the right moment, and took a few steps forward with a smile on his face, "Mr. Shen, that was your friend just now, right? He's an excellent guy. I just talked to him..."

"That's my wife." Shen Munan interrupted him.

"It's my wife..." Hai Hai was still immersed in the aftertaste of shock, and he barely said a few words, "Excellent, really excellent."

"What's so good about him, it's not bad if he doesn't make trouble for you."

"Where is it!" Hai Hai changed his mind and began to busy himself with relatives and acquaintances, "President Shen, your hometown is also from Seoul. What a coincidence, my grandfather's generation also came from Seoul."

Shen Munan remained expressionless, "Who told you that?"

"What your wife said just now. Seoul, the hot and dry noodles there are really amazing. Mr. Shen, I know there is an authentic Seoul restaurant in Beishi. When you have time, let me show you some face. Let me be the host?"

Shen Munan's gaze enveloped Jiangbei, and he said coldly, "I'm not from Seoul."

"I see that Mr. Jiang said that the woodcarving was carved for his husband, maybe my ears are wrong."

Shen Mu Nanji twitched the corner of his mouth coldly, "My wife likes to joke."

"Mediterranean" couldn't figure out this man's temper for a while, and was afraid that if his flattery hit the horse's hoof, it would really make a big joke, so he squinted his eyes and smiled for a while, and said, "Then Mr. Shen, turn around first." Come on, I'll go over there and have a look."

Shen Munan nodded: "Please go ahead."

"Mr. Jiang, let's go to President Shen for a walk, don't leave him alone." A Pingke tried to persuade him.

"There are so many people around, how can he hang out alone?"

A Ping couldn't persuade them, so he simply ignored them. Seeing Mr. Shen standing alone and smoking a cigarette, he was in a bad mood, so he secretly looked away and let himself be blind again.

The high-rise building is very "dangerous", some moss-like plaques have fallen off the wall on the top, and it hit Jiangbei's shoes straight. .

"What a broken place." Jiang Bei muttered to himself, and his body was tightly hugged.

The familiar fragrance, the faint smell of tobacco, and the man's dark eyes piercing everything when he looked up.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly!" Shen Munan sternly pulled him up.

A group of people gathered around, and the Mediterranean repeatedly said "Ouch", and Mr. Shen showed concern in front of and behind Mr. Shen. Shen Munan pushed aside the crowd and pulled Jiangbei to a safe place.

A Ping came up and said nervously: "Boss Shen, go to the hospital."

Shen Munan frowned, and twisted the muscles and bones of his shoulders a few times, maybe he hurt the muscles, and his back was aching right now.

Jiang Bei supported the man: "Ping, go drive, let's go to the hospital."

"Hey."

"No need." Shen Munan said in a deep voice, and glanced at Jiangbei, "Go back and rub it for me."

"I'm not a doctor, I'd better go to the hospital and take a film."

A Ping snickered beside him: "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Shen has already said that, so you can go back and rub him."

"Mediterranean" followed all the way to the car door, bowing repeatedly to express his apologies. Jiang Bei was still thinking about his woodcarving, and before leaving, he did not forget to ask Boss Hu, "Boss, please take a look at my woodcarving."

"With me here, you can rest assured to go back."

"Don't let the wall be smashed, it's hard as a bone."

With a stern face, Shen Munan dragged Jiang Bei's half body back into the car, and said gloomyly, "Drive."

He didn't go to the hospital, but when he arrived at the villa, Uncle Zhong immediately called the family doctor. After careful examination, he confirmed that he was fine, and the stone in everyone's heart fell to the ground.

In the master bedroom, the man kept his eyes closed and said nothing, his shirt collar faded to his back, revealing a bruise.

Jiang Bei carefully closed the shirt collar for him, and the man suddenly said, "Rub it for me."

"You have a big bruise on your back, don't rub it randomly." Jiang Bei buttoned up his shirt and took a cushion for him to put on his back. "You need to rest for a while, it's not a blow to your head."

The man's lips were so close that Jiang Bei could clearly see its lines and shapes. They were so close that even their breathing gradually became confused.

Jiang Bei stopped the rising heat in his chest, and turned his face slightly.

"Such a big man, he doesn't know to hide to the side when he sees something falling!" Shen Munan scolded.

Jiang Bei stood up completely, and said stubbornly: "This is retribution, whoever told us to go through the back door, if we don't go through the back door, there will be no such thing today."

Shen Munan smiled: "Did that hit you?"

"That's right, you insisted on helping me through the back door, so it fell on you."

Shen Munan rolled his eyelids, and laughed almost inaudibly, "Excessive words." The man kicked his little lover lightly, "Don't get in my eyes, go to the study and get my notebook."

Hearing this, Jiang Bei did as he was told, and met the butler in the corridor who came to inquire about how to prepare lunch. Jiang Bei casually reported the names of a few dishes, and sent him downstairs.

After entering the study room, the door was closed and locked, but there were a bunch of documents on the desktop of the laptop. Jiang Bei couldn't understand them, so he packed them all up and sent them to his mailbox, and finally cleared the traces of sending them.

The clock on the wall ticked, and the minute hand moved from 19 to 26, a full 7 minutes passed.

Calling it a day and leaving, Jiang Bei walked to the master bedroom with his notebook in his hand.

Shen Munan stroked the ring between his fingers, and cast his eyes slowly towards him, "Why are you so slow?"

Jiang Bei calmly said, "What's the hurry, you've been idle for a long time, and you still need this little effort!"

Shen Munan didn't speak, he took out his glasses from the drawer of the bedside table, put them on solemnly, and squinted his eyes for a moment, "Have you ever touched my computer?"

"No, why do you ask that?"

Shen Munan raised his eyebrows, "It's nothing."

The man was busy with work, and Jiang Bei sat with him and played with his mobile phone. The room was quiet, except for the occasional slight knocking of the keyboard.

The sunshine outside the window is good, a branch of peach tree passes diagonally, the buds have not yet emerged, but the beauty of early spring can be vaguely smelled.