I want to die

Chunming stared at the inspection report in a daze. Such a result was unexpected and reasonable.

He smiled wryly. In the three days since he got the report, he had imagined countless results, but he never thought that this test result would make him so powerless.

Powerless...he couldn't understand.

Yes, he couldn't read it.

Just now, he took the report from the hospital machine and walked away.

Leaving the doctor friend far behind, I want to face the cruel reality by myself.

As a result, the cruel reality was that he could not read the inspection report.

Sure enough, the lines were interlaced like a mountain. Except for the routine blood list, he could understand that RBC was red blood cells, and the others were densely twisted symbols and numbers.

"Hey! Why are you running? I don't like chasing you. Besides, I'm chasing you. You... Huh... You should burn incense, bathe and wait on you ecstatically. What a fart!"

These rambling words, three sentences can go off topic and go to the Himalayas, and they are extremely narcissistic, and their voice is so sexy and hoarse, Chun Ming doesn't need to look back to know that it is her doctor friend who is chasing her.

Lifting the report card in Yang's hand, Chunming pretended to be sad and said: "Hey, I knew the result was not good... I can live for a few more days"

Ruan snatched the report sheet angrily and panting: "How many days to live? I still want to climb Mount Everest when we are 70 years old. Then we don't need to be buried, and die on it as a famous landmark."

The corner of Chun Ming's mouth twitched, such an ingenious way of comforting, only he, a dead gay dog, could spit it out.

Looking at the report card, Ruan Sheng's face slowly turned dark, and Chun Ming's heart skipped a beat, probably the crow's mouth was right.

Ruan Sheng saw that there was no expression on his face at the end, so he stared at Shan Zi in a daze. It wasn't because Chun Ming had dragged him for a while, this man was almost lost in the interstellar world.

"How is it?" Chunming asked with a smile.

Ruan Sheng glanced at the report card, and then at Chun Ming: "Did you already guess it? Damn..."

As he spoke, Ruan Sheng's eyes began to turn red: "How many times have I told you, you...you fucking don't listen..."

Chun Ming probably guessed what this meant, and her heart was strangely calm. Maybe it was because she just wanted to take a peek but failed, and her heart was full of ups and downs. Maybe it was a year of mental preparation, but she was more open-minded than Dr. Ruan.

She stepped forward to hug Ruan Sheng, patted him on the back, and said softly, "You are a doctor after all, you are fucking fucking all day long, can the doctor-patient relationship be good?"

Ruan Sheng choked up: "I'll just say you."

Chunming: "..."

Sighing: "Okay, tell me, how long can I live?"

Ruan Sheng wiped away his tears, showed his professional strength, and said seriously: "Although it is late, it can prolong life, you..."

Chun Ming covered Ruan Sheng's mouth, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said to herself that you were crying so hard that it was really not convincing.

"Then tell me, how long is the longest time from the detection to the death of the patients you took over?"

Ruan Sheng hugged Chun Ming tightly, and after a while he said softly, "Three months."

Three months is so short. I have lived for 27 years and experienced so many three months. I was looking forward to the next three months, but I didn’t expect my life to come to the last three months in such a hurry.

Chun Ming sat in the studio, looking at the oil paintings one by one, mourning the spring and autumn, and didn't go out until dinner time.

When we arrived downstairs, the servants had already prepared the meals.

The spring tea was planned to be the same as before, waiting for Chu Shanpao to come back to eat together, but now he doesn't want to wait anymore.

With only three short months of life left, why waste an hour waiting for a mountain cannon.

So when Chu Qiurui returned home, what he saw was the dining table behind the storm.

He glanced at Chunming, who was mostly sunk in the sofa and was watching TV, and then calmly looked away. The two of them had been having an unpleasant fight over a secretary these days.

Chu Qiurui sat down at the dining table, rejected the servant's proposal to change meals, picked up the bowl and continued to eat the leftovers from the spring tea.

Chun Ming's eyes were fixed on the TV, her ears were pricked up, and she was always paying attention to the actions of the person at the dining table.

I was entangled in my heart, should I reconcile with Chu Shanpao, Chu Shanpao will not be able to see me in three months, and I don't know if this Shanpao will cry.

While Chunming was thinking wildly, Chu Qiurui finished his meal, he saw that Chunming was still in that position, thinking that she was asleep, and was about to go over and carry him back to the room, when he saw the man jumping from the sofa up.

Chu Qiurui paused, changed direction, walked upstairs without saying a word.

As soon as he took a step, he felt that his clothes were being pulled, Chu Qiurui sighed inwardly, held the slender hand that was pulling his clothes with his backhand, and turned to look at Chun Ming.

"Shanpao, I went to the hospital today..." Chunming lowered her head, her face was buried in the shadow, her shoulders were drooping, and she looked aggrieved and in need of comfort.

"What's the matter?" Chu Qiurui looked soft-hearted, and touched the man's hair, the newly grown dregs were a little bit tingly and itchy.

"The doctor said that I have time sickness. If you keep making me angry, you will suffer from spring tea disease and die alone forever."

What Chunming said was sincere, and I almost said, I am terminally ill, and there are only three months left, if you want to mess with me again, you can cry when I die, tell me.

Chu Qiurui only thought that Chun Ming's inexplicable twists and turns had passed, and the two had reconciled.

He patted Chun Ming's forehead and said, "Don't worry, I don't want to be sick."

Chun Ming raised her head when she heard the words, her eyes sparkled: "The doctor also said that painters should not walk for a long time, otherwise their hands will become stiff and they will not be able to draw good works."

"Oh, this doctor's art is quite high." After saying that, Chu Qiurui carried the spring tea and walked upstairs, "Little slacker, I don't want to go this way."

Thinking that such scolding was not deterrent enough, he slapped someone's butt, and listening to someone's humming, he finally felt happy.

Chunming pretended to snort twice, just now his illness happened again, and he was so weak from the pain, if he was hugged later, he would have knelt down directly to Chu Shanpao.

Hey, Shanpao, Shanpao, at first I had nothing to give up, but...

Chunming dishonestly inserted her hands into Chu Qiurui's clothes from behind, touched the beautiful abdominal muscles inside, and then pinched the smooth tendons of her arms.

And this chiseled side face, so handsome, he felt that he was at a loss and died too early.

"Don't make trouble." Chu Qiurui slapped someone's little butt again, he was afraid that if the person touched it again, he would accidentally drop him.

☆, Pretending to be a grandson

With three months left, Chunming felt that he could not be the kind of king who was deceived by his beauty, so he cruelly rejected Chu Shanpao's request to come again, and resolutely wrapped up the quilt and slept.

Seeing him rolling around on the bed like a chrysalis, Chu Qiurui couldn't help laughing, took him out of the bed, took him to the bathroom to wash, changed the sheet and quilt before hugging Chunming to sleep.

Every year during the Qingming Spring Festival, I will go to the grave of my dead father, and this year is no exception.

Ruan Sheng was afraid that something might happen to him, so he followed him.

"Your current physical condition should not run around."

Chunming found that ever since he was dead and his friend knew about his condition, his attitude towards him could be described as bright and pleasant, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates...

"You, a surgeon, are so busy every day? Why do you keep following me?" Chun Ming walked to her father's grave and dusted off his father's monument.

Ruan Sheng took out the paper money and said, "I'm afraid that you will die on the road and no one will know. It would be ugly enough to be driven out of shape by the car."

Chun Ming: "..."

Well, he was wrong, this man is so cheap that he competes with the world, how can we expect him to spit out his ivory.

Lighted the candles, arranged the melons and fruits, and Chun Ming lit three more cigarettes and put them in a banana, with two bottles of white wine beside them.

His father liked to eat bananas with tobacco and wine before he was alive, and he didn't know what was wrong.

Ruan Sheng wisely stepped aside and stood a few meters away, not daring to stay too far away.

Chun Ming knelt down and kowtowed: "Old Comrade Liu, although you don't want to see me, I still have to come to you once a year, don't worry, I will go to you in three months , you prepare yourself in advance.”

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed again: "I want to tell you a secret. Your grave was built with my own money. The reason why I said it was built by Chushan Pao is to anger you. Even the most angry, your coffin boards are pressed Can't stop coming out and hitting me..."

"Of course, I didn't get what I wanted in the end...Besides, Chu Shanpao's money won't make you so miserable. You have to learn to put yourself in another place. Your son's man is very rich..."

"This tomb is small, but it's all my savings. Don't keep saying that I'm not filial in my dreams."

Kowtowing at the end, Chunming pressed her face to the ground, tears welling up.

"Old Comrade Liu, I didn't lose face to the old Liu family. It was really Chu Shan Pao who seduced me."

"I didn't become a shameless little boy and was taken care of by others. I have no face. I just help him spend money."

"Although you don't have a daughter-in-law, you have a handsome, rich and blind male daughter-in-law."

"Although you don't have a grandson to inherit your drinking business, you have a son-in-law who pretends to be a grandson in front of your son."

"Finally, Dad, I'm sorry, although I didn't live a long and healthy life as you wished, but I have someone who loves me, and I am very happy."

When Chun Ming and Ruan Sheng came out of the cemetery, their eyes were still red and swollen, and Ruan Sheng patted him on the shoulder: "Your recent emotional ups and downs should not be too big... You should also take your medicine on time."

"Well, I know." Chunming looked at the sky at 45 degrees, trying to force back tears.

"Did you tell Chu Qiurui... definitely not, otherwise he wouldn't have allowed you to run around, maybe he would have built a golden cage to lock you up, hey, that gorgeous girl from their company a while ago Isn't the MV just that kind of prison play, that..."

Chun Ming's tears stopped flowing completely, this guy's brain circuit can always bend to the Pacific Ocean.

"But having said that...he didn't notice that you were taking medicine?" Dr. Ruan finally turned his IQ back.

"I put the medicine and everything in my studio, and he won't go in without my permission."

"Then you're not going to tell him? Your business."

"Let's talk about it." Because according to Chu Shanpao's mind that was in the second place from time to time, he might not be locked up in some strange place...but he was a little excited after thinking about it.

"Okay." Ruan Sheng looked up at the sky, and suddenly said with emotion, "I remember that your grades were pretty good before, I thought you would take the normal college entrance examination, although you are doing well now."

The two are junior high school alumni, separated in high school, did not expect to meet in college, and what's even more amazing is that they both gave each other, so they became good friends naturally.

Chun Ming felt a little cold, so she went to the car first and turned on the heater: "You also know that I have loved drawing since I was a child, and my painting was passable. At that time, I was wandering between art students and science students for a long time."

"Then why did you choose Art Students in the end?" Ruan Sheng started the car and drove out of the cemetery in the gloomy sky.

"Because of my extraordinary talent, I drew a painting by the way, and was accepted as a closed disciple by our art teacher. By the way, he is a professor at the Central Academy of Fine Arts. He returned to his hometown after retirement. He taught a few classes in our high school by chance. Are you angry that hundreds of people chose me?"

Chun Ming smiled triumphantly.

Ruan Sheng: "..."

It wasn't very annoying at first, but it was really annoying when he said that.

In May, there was an art exhibition at the Spring Festival, with the theme of "birth", and the style was as bright and hot as ever, quite Spring Tea style.

People outside were moving paintings, and Chunming was staring in the mirror in a daze in the bathroom of the studio. He stroked his hair, or the dregs of his hair, and sighed.

Chu Shanpao, a careless old man, in order to cover up his hair loss problem, he even shaved off his soft long hair, which symbolizes art, but Shanpao didn't notice it!

Forget it, keeping long hair was originally just to pretend to be fashionable.

He is very casual about the path of art, but he is very successful. Some people teach others to praise him, and he does not hesitate to spend money and fame to boost his worth. No wonder so many people criticize him on the Internet. People are too lucky to be envied.

Chunming came out of the washroom, watching the paintings in the room being emptied slowly, she fell into a strange state in her heart, feeling that her life was presented in the paintings, and he was also emptied as the paintings were emptied. Hollowed out.

Sometimes he can't tell what he expresses in his paintings, and he creates them subconsciously, which may not be interesting.

Chun Ming walked to a painting covered by a curtain. This painting was so big that it took up half of the wall.

After the gallery staff removed the paintings, they all left the studio, leaving Chun Ming alone in the empty studio with a covered painting.

He still remembers the first time he saw Chu Qiurui, or the first time he spoke to Chu Qiurui.

☆, Survivor

Chun Ming is known as the leading figure in the new generation of oil painting circles. If his teacher painted the spiritual state of an era, and the paintings are full of tension and touch people's hearts, then his paintings inherit the ideas of the older generation and open up a new era.

It is exaggerated to say so, but as a disciple of a person whose biography has been compiled into IBC and ABI, Chunming can say that he is really good.

Chun Ming is the kind of person who is quick-witted, lazy and likes to watch the excitement. When she heard that there was a free art exhibition in the city center, she went out of the campus to watch the excitement in the name of seeing a doctor.

He likes to draw, but only as a hobby, and never wanted to take it one step further. He never thought that a skipping class that was no different from the past would break him apart.

Few of the people who came to see the art exhibition were really knowledgeable, except for those who watched the excitement were the uncles and aunts who came to use the air conditioner in summer.

Chunming felt that this activity to improve the city's cultural quality was a failure.

This art exhibition is simply a hodgepodge. There is no theme or category. There are paintings of all kinds and people. The venue is very large, like an exchange meeting, and some people bring their own paintings to share with others.

Chunming likes bright paintings, even though he can't tell what the paintings are, but the strong vitality is conveyed through bright colors, he likes it very much.

At a corner, Chun Ming was going to look at the oil paintings, but saw a person blocking the middle of the road, fascinated by the paintings on the wall.

In high school, Chu Qiurui's skin was as dark as carbon. Chunming suspected that this had a lot to do with his family's coal mine. The facial features hidden under his dark face were deep and wild, and he could barely smile at the corner of his mouth. Be handsome.

Chu Qiurui's eyes are sharp, his brows are drawn quickly, and he feels oppressive when looking at people. Chunming feels that he is being slapped by that kind of gaze, but his eyes are not powerful enough to stare at others, so he can only move away in displeasure. Eye.

He didn't want to talk to the son of an upstart.

Speaking of which, the two are considered neighbors, one lives in a villa and the other lives in an apartment, and their bedrooms are on the second floor, facing each other across a moat.

I haven't spoken a few words since I was a child, but I have made countless enemies, and I don't like each other. I was still in the same school and grade in high school, and I didn't see each other when I looked up.

Chun Ming thought it was funny when he thought about it later, who knew how the two of them were separated by a distance of more than ten meters, and they made friends with each other every day, and even formed a deep hatred.

This can be regarded as fate, evil fate.

It's the same today, Chu Qiurui obviously didn't expect to meet Chunming, this hypocritical villain who plays games and reads novels without turning on the light all night.

It is because of this villain that every time his father sees him through the balcony, he scolds him for being worthless, not doing his job properly and not studying.

God knows that the hypocritical number one on the opposite side is just playing. That exam 633 is not a book at all, but a game guide!

As a rich second generation, his grades ranked in the top [-] of his grade is already very good. Well, he didn't smoke, drink, burn his head, it's simply the virtues of the old Chu family's ancestors, allowing him, a good young man of the new era, to be reincarnated in his family.

Seeing Chun Ming turn around, Chu Qiurui deliberately walked over quickly and bumped Chun Ming's shoulder, passing by.

Chun Ming staggered from being bumped, and cast a bitter look at Chu Qiurui, who was holding back a smile, and followed quickly, imitating the other party and slamming him on the shoulder.

The two bumped back and forth childishly like this, neither of them said anything, and neither of them made any further moves, and then returned to the place where they just met.

Chun Ming was tired, he guessed that his shoulders must be bruised, he didn't want to play shoulder-bumping games with this black monster with well-developed limbs.

It was the first time for Chu Qiurui to meet someone who was evenly matched with him in the first place. When he thought of him playing basketball, others would take a detour when they saw him. He had never collided with him for such a long time without losing the wind.

It's a pity not to join the school basketball team.

Chu Qiurui looked at Chunming with fiery eyes. He couldn't tell that this little boy was quite strong, and even the resentment of being spurned by his father disappeared. Chunming is now a hypocritical and strong villain in his eyes.

Chunming: "..." Why is Shanpao looking at me like that.

Both of them didn't pay attention to the crumbling painting in front of them, the ground shook a little, Chunming just thought it was the illusion of being knocked out by Chu Qiurui, but now it's certain, it's an earthquake!

This thought flashed across Chun Ming's mind, and she was about to rush out when someone grabbed her hand and ran out.

Chunming looked at Chu Qiurui unexpectedly, he had hesitated just now whether to drag him away.

"I'm not trying to take advantage of you, it might be..." Chu Qiurui whispered in Chun Ming's ear, "There's an earthquake."

Chun Ming: "..." God TM took advantage.

On the way, people have been running out one after another, some are looking for places to hide, and some people don't know what happened. They are not far from the exit. There are not many people, and they can go out if they run faster.

Chunming was pulled, hesitated for a moment, but turned around and shouted, an earthquake!

If the magnitude of the earthquake is small, there may not be a large earthquake affecting here, but the earthquake may cause a stampede instead.

But if it's a large earthquake, then all of them can't escape within a few seconds, but at least they can find a place to hide.

Although there is nothing to hide in this bare studio.

The ground began to shake violently.

Chu Qiurui looked back at him, his eyes were surprisingly calm, he kept walking and clenched his hands even tighter.

Chun Ming came back to his senses, his eyes refocused, the earthquake-shattered studio, the shaking walls, the screaming crowd, and the blood in his mind receded like a tide as he opened his eyes.

Chunming shifted his gaze from the canvas to his own hands. He still remembered that if Chu Qiurui hadn't pressed him in his arms at that time, these hands might have been destroyed.

The price was that Chu Qiurui's right hand became permanently disabled.

The terrifying natural disaster gave them a fatal blow when they were about to run out of the entrance.

There was a huge gap in the ground, the entire wall was torn, the paintings fell into the gap, Chun Ming got stuck in the gap with one foot, the top of the wall collapsed, and the reinforced concrete hit the ground, just as the steel bar pierced him. A moment before the arm, Chu Qiurui pushed him, and the steel bar directly pierced his upper arm and plunged into the ground.

There was blood all over his eyes, as well as dust rising up, Chun Ming couldn't see anything, and the severe pain in his feet made him lose his mind.

The gap on the ground widened again, and the earthquake pushed the wall on the right and hit them. Chu Qiurui gritted his teeth and tore his arm off the steel bar.

The two fell into the gap with both of them in their arms, avoiding the smashing wall.

After that, there was 12 hours of darkness, and they spent the most difficult 12 hours of their lives together with pain, panic, fear, and despair.

The author has something to say: Cambridge International Celebrity Biography Center (IBC) and American International Celebrity Institute (ABI)

☆、Leopard Print Xiaoqiuqiu

The spring tea ceremony opened the curtain, and on the canvas was a collapsed house, and the bright colors could not hide its decayed atmosphere.

There were two people curled up in the corner, their bodies were stained with blood, their legs and feet were twisted in strange postures, they hugged each other with great effort, struggling to death in the darkness.

They clasped hands, and the long-haired man was hugged. His eyes were bright, and he looked at the ring on his hand with a smile.The eyes of the person who hugged him were also bright, and his gaze followed the person in his arms all the time.

In the suffocating and desperate ruins, they used their lives to make declarations to each other.

This is the only painting in which he can accurately express the meaning, which is the real "life".

Chun Ming touched the ring on the painting. If there was anything he had been brooding over for so many years, it was this.

In fact, the situation at that time was not as optimistic as in the painting. If they hadn't competed with each other at that time, no one might have waited for the rescue 12 hours later.

His Mr. Chu is not romantic at all, and even at such a critical moment, he is still persuading him to join the school basketball team, saying that he has strong impact resistance.

Chunming was still a little sad at first, but when he thought of Chu Qiurui hugging him and persuading him to join the school team, and bickering with him, he kept yelling that his hand was broken and his hand hurt, so he wanted to laugh, and he felt a little sad when he smiled.

His kind Chu Shanpao, the silly Shanpao who could cut off an arm for an enemy, is about to disappear.

A strong nausea surged from her stomach, and Chun Ming got up abruptly and rushed to the bathroom.

Chun Ming covered her mouth, unstoppable blood leaked from her fingers, flowed into the washbasin, and washed away with the water.

The final stage of the disease is vomiting blood.

It wasn't until the bile came out that Chun Ming took the water and rinsed his mouth expressionlessly, and washed away the blood on the sink before leaving the studio.

Before leaving, Chun Ming covered up the painting, it was his last birthday present to Chu Qiurui, if he still lived to that person's birthday, he would hand it to that person himself.

Chun Ming spent a week saying goodbye to his teacher and friend, which can be said to have severed ties with the past, and he wanted to leave this last bit of time to Chu Qiurui.

"I'm talking about Liu Dachun. I've heard of someone who demolished a bridge. I haven't heard of someone who throws away his shoes after the bridge is demolished. Don't try to draw a line with me!"

Ruan Sheng refused to accept the painting that Chunming gave him. In the past two days, he had seen it clearly. This guy deleted the contact information of whoever gave it away. He is still stupid to help others.

"...If you call me Liu Dachun again, we will really break up our friendship."

Chunming couldn't bear this devilish name. After 15 years of fighting, he persuaded Comrade Liu to change his name.

"Okay, Dachun, you can't... Hey, hey, don't go, I'm just kidding."

Chunming stood and looked at Ruan Sheng warningly, then sat down again, and pushed the painting towards Ruan Sheng: "This is a portrait that you have begged for almost ten years. If you don't want it, I will throw it away."

Ruan Sheng quickly grabbed the painting: "I'll go, didn't you say earlier, this is my portrait?"

Surprisingly, he opened the package of the painting, and it was indeed a portrait of Ruan Sheng Bunsheng.

"Why do I feel a little fat?" Ruan Sheng looked at himself for a long time, and took out a mirror for comparison, "I'm getting fat, you can't do it, Painter Liu, you made me fat."

Chunming was questioned, and looked at Ruan Sheng with disdain: "Did you forget what you looked like ten years ago? I drew exactly like you back then, even the copying is not as accurate as mine."

"Ten years?!" Ruan Sheng looked away from the painting and was surprised to see the inscription engraved on the frame.

To my lovely friend, Ruan Sheng. ——Spring Tea

2009...

"Why are you giving it to me now!" Ruan Sheng thought of how many humiliating agreements he had signed in order to get a portrait of himself in the past ten years, and felt wronged when he thought about it.

After drinking coffee, Chunming frowned bitterly: "You told me when you first asked me to paint, that I would give you a portrait every ten years to witness our friendship."

Unable to stand the bitter taste, Chun Ming started to add sugar again.

Ruan Sheng was shocked by those words, he couldn't recover for a while, his throat was astringent: "You..."

He wanted to say something but felt that it was superfluous. In the end, Ruan Sheng just said: "You eat less sugar, it's not good for you."

"Really, then I won't drink."

Chunming switched her coffee with Ruan Sheng's, took a sip after a while, and felt bitter again.

Then involuntarily began to add sugar.

Ruan Sheng: "You eat less sugar, it's not good for you..."

Chun Ming paused, and glanced at the sugar cube jar that was missing a lot: "Really, then... I won't drink it."

The two sat and talked for a while, during which Ruan Sheng changed to another cup of coffee.

"I might not be able to go to your art exhibition. My dad asked me to stay in the hospital."

"Well, it's okay. You, the prince, have to do some practical things, right? These few days have made you look like my personal doctor."

"You can do whatever you want, we have nothing to do with you, let alone a private doctor, you can do anything private, as long as you have enough money."

Chunming laughed: "Get out, talk about money, meat/payment."

Ruan Sheng also smiled: "As long as your Leopard Xiao Qiuqiu agrees."

"Haha, okay, I'll go and convince him." Chunming laughed when she heard Xiao Qiuqiu's tears, "Why did you give him such a weird nickname?"

"When your school team played against our school team, we were always beaten. Have you forgotten? I remember you participated in it for a year."

"Ah, yes, I remembered. I participated in it for a year." After the earthquake, Chu Shanpao forced him to join the school basketball team.

"It was in the year you participated, every time your old Chu came out, there would always be a leopard-print ribbon wrapped around his arm. Our captain gave him this nickname when he was upset."

Chun Ming was taken aback for a moment, and only now did he really remember that he tied the ribbon around Chu Qiurui, because there was a scar running through his entire arm, which was hideous and terrifying.

Chun Ming suddenly felt a little angry. The badge of the hero of his family, Chushan Pao, had become a laughing stock for others.

Ruan Sheng looked at Chun Ming and began to unconsciously add sugar to the coffee again, feeling a sense of powerlessness in his heart. In the later stages of the disease, he became forgetful and intermittently amnesia.

"You...you eat less sugar, it's not good for you."

"Really?" Chunming stopped, and exchanged coffee with Ruan Sheng, "Then I won't drink it."

☆, see parents

Chun Ming thought about how she would meet Chu Qiurui's mysterious mother, but she never thought that the other party would condescend to come to his art exhibition by herself.

A fashionable strong woman looked down at Chunming on her red stilettos, took off her sunglasses and said, "Talk to me."

It was the first time that Chunming regretted quitting the school basketball team. He was not as tall as Chu Shanpao's mother, so out of anger, Chunming took a step back, stepped up the stairs, and looked at the woman fiercely: "You...wait for me 1 minute."

Then he turned back very cowardly and went back to the gallery owner, telling him that he was going out, Chu Shanpao's mother was too scary, her eyes were squeaking, as if she was going to stare at someone to death.

This height gap was not evened out until they sat in a private dining room.

Why did he look even shorter when he sat down.Chunming couldn't understand it.

"You should know who I am." Qin Huai tapped the table with his delicate nails, recalling Chun Ming's thoughts.

"Hmm... I don't know." Although Chunming had peeked at Qin Huai's photo, it was the first time seeing him in real life.

Qin Huai's next sentence was aborted, so he could only introduce himself dryly: "I am Chu Qiurui's mother."

"Oh? Then how do you prove it?"

"...You don't know who I am, and you still come out with me?"

"Oh, because I thought you didn't bring enough money to buy the painting, and wanted to chat with me privately."

Qin Huai frowned, this expression was very familiar to Chunming, exactly the same as when Chu Qiurui was angry and suppressed his anger.

"Don't play dumb with me, you think I don't know you are doing Tai Chi with me? Chu Qiurui is on a business trip today, you don't need to expect him to come."

Chunming said sincerely: "Well... But I really don't have one, you don't think I just walked away to rescue soldiers?"

"Isn't it?" Qin Huai didn't even bother to look at Chunming. In her eyes, Chunming was no different from Yingying Yanyan who wanted to hook up with Chu Qiurui in those companies. She pretended to be innocent and wanted to climb up. But it was shining brightly on his face, Chun Ming could at best be regarded as the luckier one with better wrists.

"I appreciate people who want to use some means to go up, but I appreciate people who know how to let go in time. You are very smart."

With a smile on his face, Qin Huai crossed his hands on the table, instantly turning this place into a place for business talks, and his every move was full of calculations and interests.

"Compared to Chu Qiurui, I can let you step on another platform to see another world. I think you should know how to choose."

After listening to Chun Ming, she lowered her head and began to think, with tangled emotions constantly flashing on her face, Qin Huai saw it in her eyes, and sneered in her heart.

Finally Chunming raised her head, frowning, "So... do you want to buy paintings?"

Qin Huai: "..."

The confrontation ended with Qin Huai's pale face, scolding Chunming for not knowing what to do, and Chunming saying that she couldn't afford to buy paintings and wasted her time.

The whole process took no more than 10 minutes, which was half an hour faster than the battle against Mr. Chu back then. It was incredibly clean and neat.

Back then, he was forced by Mr. Chu to drink ten catties of liquor, and his stomach was perforated before passing the test.

Chu Qiurui's mother seems to be quite tender, at least she has a thin skin.

Chun Ming felt happy when she saw that her most difficult painting was bought by Qin Huai.

Chu Qiurui arrived one minute after Qin Huai left the box, and passed by Qin Huai who was holding a painting in the corridor.

Qin Huai was sure that her son had seen her, so she stretched out her hand to say hello, but was ignored just like that.

Putting his hands down in embarrassment, Qin Huai looked at the box again, and then left without looking back.

"Are you OK?"

As soon as Chu Qiurui entered the door, he pulled up the smirking Chun Ming and checked it up and down.

Chunming was fine at first, and was even a little excited, but when she saw Chu Qiurui, she felt wronged, so she stopped laughing, and complained that she was not feeling well.

Chu Qiurui couldn't bear to see him wronged, even if he said it on purpose, he scolded him distressedly: "Didn't they tell me that they will tell me when they come to see you in the future, and they are not allowed to see them again in the future."

After finishing speaking, I also reflected on whether my tone was serious, and only after I felt that there was no problem, I hugged him in my arms and rubbed him vigorously.

"When Lao Ha told me, I was so anxious. Why are you so uneasy, that woman..." Chu Qiurui didn't want to mention Qin Huai very much. Stop you, but next time you want to see them, I must be there."

Kissing Chunming's ear tip, said softly: "Did you hear that?"

Chunming buried her face in Chu Qiurui's arms, and replied muffledly: "Oh."

"Speak well." Chu Qiurui frowned and slapped Chunming across the face.

Chunming got slapped inexplicably, her ass was hot, and she felt even more wronged: "Ha ha."

"..." Chu Qiurui sighed helplessly, "You..."

Chun Ming felt the hands rubbing against her body, and snorted inwardly, she just wanted to take advantage of me and pretended to be a good woman.

Since it was already noon, they both came to the restaurant anyway, so they ate their meal along the way.

"I want to go to the company with you."

"Okay." Chu Qiurui answered while picking up vegetables for Chunming, "You have lost a lot of weight recently, so don't be picky eaters."

"Should I still keep my office?" Chun Ming took a mouthful of the vegetables in the bowl, her sour face shrunk, "I'll go, it's so sour."

"Don't make excuses, this stuff is nutritious." He added a lot to Chunming, "The office is still there, are you going?"

"Yeah." Chunming nodded, and swallowed with difficulty. In fact, this dish is not sour, he acted it, because this way he can swallow the fishy sweetness in his throat.

"Is my position still the same as before?"

"Same." Chu Qiurui saw that Chunming was really sour, and it didn't look like the show, so she bought him a glass of white water.

The two finished their meal while the food was sour, sweet, and spicy, and then went to the company together.

☆, the proprietress

Many PGN employees saw their proprietress for the first time today, and the proprietress did not match the rumors, nor did it match the photos on the Internet.

He has neat hair, a T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, and a silver earring on one ear. He doesn't look like an artist at all. In addition to being thinner, he still has tendons on his body. He is very handsome.

I don't know their relationship, but I thought my boss brought his younger brother to the company to play.

I always feel like my boss is old