Chapter 145

There is no good feast.

The dinner was decided from the beginning, and it was destined to end in a bad mood.

Fu Yicheng fiercely pushes the door open and leaves with a big step. Meng Boyun pretends to stay a few words, but it's only limited to pretending. Seeing that his figure has disappeared at the end of the field of vision, he doesn't want to act any more. He sits back in his position and drinks with a smile.

"Mr. Meng, Mr. Fu, this is..." Director Zhang looked at Wen's poems and Meng Boyun's, and said, "what's the matter?"

Meng Boyun smilingly filled director Zhang with wine and said with a smile: "in fact, it's nothing. Young people, it's hard to avoid that they are a little bit angry. When we were young, didn't we think we would be able to make achievements in the future? It's all the same... "

Although director Zhang is a bit old-fashioned, he is not stupid. He also heard the conversation of several people just now. He can guess a little. Fu Yicheng's indignant departure has something to do with the little girl next to him.

But it seems that the little couple broke up, and then the little girl got married again?

Director Zhang frowned and touched a cup with Meng Boyun. Some disagreed and said, "the best couple in the world is the original one. Who knows what the future will be like? Mr. Meng and your wife are models of childhood friendship and long life together. They are really enviable. "

Meng Boyun doesn't want to take care of these things. Although the two people sitting here are not original partners, one is his "gold Lord" and the other is his daughter's best friend. He doesn't want to get involved in this matter.

"Let the younger generation solve their own problems. The times are different. We old-fashioned people may not be willing to listen to us. Children and grandchildren have their own happiness."

Director Zhang has a deep heart: "it's also true that young people nowadays are too active in thinking. In our time, when they got married, they would live like this all their lives. They don't have so much thought and temptation."

"Yes, come on, director Zhang, you can eat."

When the two elders talk, Wen's poems have nothing to do with it.

She took a look at Mr. sniper, who was picking out a fishbone for him.

"What's the matter? I have something on my face? "

Wen Shishi shakes her head. She asks in a low voice, "do you know that Fu Yicheng is coming today, so you deliberately pull me together?"

Mr. sniper didn't deny it. He fed the fishbone directly to her mouth: "come on, open your mouth."

What happened to this man today?

The elders are still there. Before, he was not so tired in front of others. How about two people in private? In addition, in front of others, it was absolutely out of love and out of courtesy. There was no intimacy at all.

Wen Shishi frowned: "Oh, don't..."

Mr. sniper looked at her with a smile, but he did not speak. Wen Shishi had no choice but to eat the fish with a whimper.

Meng Boyun saw it and laughed: "now I want to understand that the most important thing in my life is to be happy. If two people are unhappy together, it's OK to separate them. Everything in the world is not immutable."

"What else is eternal in this world?" Mr. sniper chuckled: "I'm afraid there are only those cultural relics buried in the ground. No matter how old they are, they can never be restored, but the bottles and cans are still the same. They still keep their original appearance after a few years. People are different. The people they meet change, the things they meet change, and the people change with them. "

Meng Boyun turned his eyes and thought of something: "Mr. sniper is also interested in antiques?"

"No, I'm boring. I usually like to collect things. There are several things in the safe. If I have time, I'll go and have a look. If I don't have time, I'll keep them."

On hearing this, Meng Boyun felt like a mirror in his heart, and then delivered a message to him: "I don't know what treasures Mr. sniper has collected? Just today, director Zhang is here. He's an expert in antiques in our country. He just asked him to tell us

"Just a moment," Mr. sniper said politely, "I'll help my girlfriend pick out all the fishbones first. She is very difficult to serve. If I don't watch her every meal, I just eat a little bit. It's like feeding a cat. I have to watch her eat more. "

"Keke..." Wen Shishi just drank a mouthful of water, and when he heard his words, his eyes were full of tears.

"Why are you so careless?" Mr. sniper slapped her on the back and handed her some paper towels.

Wen Shishi quickly turned around and straightened himself out.

As she wiped the water on her skirt, she thought, Mr. sniper is absolutely unhappy today.

When he is not happy, he will not lose his temper, but will say strange things in a variety of ways. The cold war is unique.

It seems that Fu Yicheng appeared in their room for no reason. Mr. sniper didn't say anything on the surface, but he was still very angry"That..."

"Well?" Mr. sniper snorted.

Wen Shishi sighed: "it's really just an accident. I don't know how he found it..."

"It's no accident," Mr. sniper said, "it's a loophole in the management of the hotel. I've just said hello to the hotel. The staff member who was bribed by Fu Yicheng to give him the room card has been dismissed. All the room cards in room 2307 have been sent to our room."

Wen Shishi's eyes widened: "all room cards?" Isn't it true that hotels always keep at least one room card as a spare? Will they give it all to us? "

"Of course not." Mr. sniper didn't stop. He handed her the last piece of barberled fish and watched her eat it. Then he said, "I've bought the hotel."

"What?! You Cough, cough, cough... "

Just choking on the water, now choking on the fish, Wen Shishi is speechless.

Meng Boyun said with concern: "is poetry OK?"

Mr. sniper patted her back fondly, his eyes were as gentle as water mist: "it's OK, she likes eating fish too much, she chokes too fast."

Wen Shishi coughed and complained: "I love to eat fish from a big head ghost

"By the way, is director Zhang mainly engaged in cultural relics research in calligraphy and painting? When I was abroad the year before last, I found a painting by accident. It looks like Wu Daozi's handwriting. Why don't director Zhang help me identify it? "

Director Zhang choked out a mouthful of wine and his eyes were full of tears: "Wu Daozi? His true work has long been lost. China does not have it. How can foreign countries have it? "

Mr. sniper was not in a hurry. He turned on his mobile phone, turned out a picture and handed it to Director Zhang: "maybe I was cheated. It happened that director Zhang was here today. You are a professional. Why don't you help me?"