After being teased by a half-breed brother

bell~bell~bell~~~

Doctor Wen is here.

What a coincidence, he came to New York for vacation these few days, Vincent received a call from Liao Zefan, and rushed over quickly.

Gore opened the door.

Vincent saw him and pushed up his glasses, "Mr. Gore?!"

Gore looked at him very surprised, "You know me?"

Vincent nodded, and the two walked in together, saying, "I have a friend who came to see me for a doctor two days ago..."

'Patient or friend? "

At this time, Liao Zefan got dressed and went down the stairs, sat down on the sofa, and joked with a smile, "Vincent, didn't you say that you will only serve me in this life?"

"thanks!"

Vincent took the coffee that Gore handed over with a smile, took a sip, and said with a smile, "That's really a friend, there's no charge for it!"

"Mr. Liao, do you want me to see a doctor this time? I see that your complexion is very good."

Vincent looked at Gore over there and blinked, then turned to Liao Zefan and said, "Be careful, don't be too frequent."

uh~~~~

Hearing this, Gore blushed and went upstairs slowly.

Well, just leave the two of them alone.

Liao Zefan handed him the transparent bag dripped with two drops of green oily liquid, "Can you test it for me, what's in it?"

"this......"

Vincent pushed up his glasses and came to a preliminary conclusion, "It looks like Fengyoujing."

Liao Zefan said firmly, "I don't want to look, I want a definite conclusion. It's best if you can bring the appraisal report before eight o'clock tonight."

"no problem."

Vincent put the transparent bag into his pocket, guessing that the liquid inside was nothing special.

After chatting a few more words, Vincent left.

At this time, he and Gore were left in the villa.

Liao Zefan went upstairs, and the bedroom was cleaned. Gore set up a drawing board on the balcony. At this moment, he was holding a palette, overlooking New York in the afternoon.

"What are you drawing?"

Liao Zefan came over with a smile on his face, holding a cigarette.

Gore turned around and saw him, put down the palette in his hand, and shook his head at him, "No, I can't draw anything."

"I think it might be because I've been here for a long time, why don't I go out for a walk, if I go out, I might get some inspiration,"

Liao Zefan patted him on the shoulder, "Where do you want to go? Let's go out for a walk!"

Mainly because he didn't eat lunch, he feels hungry now.

"Okay! I just thought it was time to go out."

Gore put down the palette in his hand, "I have a place, I wonder if Mr. Liao is willing to be the driver?"

Liao Zefan put out the cigarette butt, "Let's go!"

Gore went home this time and drove his car out.

This is a white Mercedes Benz.

"Mr. Gao's car doesn't look like... a new car." Liao Zefan said while driving.

This is not only a new car, but also an old car from five or six years ago. It can only be said that Gore is a nostalgic person.

Gore shook his head, "You're wrong, this is a second-hand car I bought from Mr. Searle in February this year. It's not a new car."

The Sale couple! ! !

"Are you familiar with Mr. Searle?" Liao Zefan asked casually.

"Of course, Mr. Searle and I are friends who have forgotten each other."

The car was a little stuffy, and Gore slowly rolled down the window, "He has always had the habit of collecting cars, and this old car is hard to find."

"Uh~~~"

Liao Zefan hesitated, but still asked, "Then this car must mean a lot to you."

Gore nodded without thinking, "Yes, there are many owners of this Mercedes-Benz, and I know one of them, so I bought it."

"It's mainly because of people, or because of a certain owner of this car."

At this moment, Liao Zefan turned a corner and turned to a department store not far from his villa, and the two of them stopped talking.