The flash marriage partner is a mysterious boss

Yu Wanwan had a smile on her face: "Don't worry, it will definitely not be any dangerous item, but in order to maintain the sense of mystery, I ask the elder brother to just hand it over to Mr. Yang, and he will understand when he sees it."

The security guard pinched doubtfully.

It was hard, and it didn't look like there was any hidden weapon. He nodded, just said to wait a moment, turned around and walked in with his things.

Not to mention that the security guard was full of doubts, even teammate Hong Yan couldn't believe it.

"Wanwan, is your move really feasible? With such a small thing, Mr. Yang will agree to see us?"

"Don't worry." Yu Wanwan made a ghostly look at Hong Yan, looking determined to win.

Soon, the security guard turned back again, his face was still serious, and Yu Wanwan's heart tightened when he saw it.

Could it be that her plan failed?

Should not be ah.

When Teacher Yang saw that object, he should agree to see them.

She bowed respectfully to the white-haired old lady, not a polite greeting, but a heartfelt respect.

Rubbing her sore shoulder, Yu Wanwan held back her temper and followed An Jian around the screen of the flower hall to the inner room.

"You call yourself Mr. Ren." This girl is not so stupid that she can't even recognize a man and a woman.

Yu Wanwan was not disturbed by the happy atmosphere, she stood still in front of the sewing machine with a respectful heart like a pilgrimage.

Of course, while receiving Yu Wanwan and Hong Yan, the female student did not forget An Jian and served him a cup of hot tea.

An Jian walked in front of Yu Wanwan, and deliberately bumped her with his shoulder when passing by.

Hearing what An Jian said, the female student felt confident. She walked up to Yu Wanwan and Hong Yan, and asked, "Teacher wants to see a distinguished guest, who will come with me?"

As he spoke, he also gave Yu Wanwan a disdainful look.

As soon as she said this, An Jian couldn't help laughing.

As he spoke, he did not forget to offer the cigarettes and alcohol he had prepared for a long time.

"Cut, you dare to take out something that is not on the table and make it embarrassing."

"Mr. promised to see you."

"Mr. Yang, I finally see you. I have known you for a long time. I have seen your works. I am your loyal fan."

"Mr. is just a title of honor." Anyone who has reached a certain level of attainment in literature can be honored as Mr.

The old man smiled happily, and chatted with An Jian with a smile, and the room was soon filled with his laughter.

Yu Wanwan didn't pay attention to An Jian's ridicule at all, and now she doubts how this person made HL.

The students are all so temperamental, and they are full of everyone's demeanor. How powerful is the legendary teacher Yang?

After asking, I found out that this is Mr. Yang's student.

The female student looked very embarrassed by him.

Yu Wanwan was taken by the female student to a flower hall of an antique pavilion building. There were two tea tables in the flower hall. An Jian, who came much earlier than them, was sitting in front of a tea table with high-quality cigarettes in his hand. Wine, full of impatience in his expression.

"The teacher only said that he wanted to see the owner of this bronze jue, so please calm down and not be impatient."

Just when Yu Wanwan and Hong Yan were feeling disheartened, the door of the villa slowly opened from the inside, and the security guard stood at the door with a smile on his face.

An Jian couldn't care so much, he stood up directly, and his attitude made it clear that he wanted to go with him.

Yu Wanwan just bowed slightly to the old man to show her respect, and then walked towards the old lady who was stepping on the sewing machine.

The flower hall in Mr. Yang’s house is paved with soft cushions, the Japanese style where you have to take off your shoes when you walk in.

Hearing the news, Yu Wanwan was so happy that she almost jumped up, thanked the security guard repeatedly, and walked inside.

Hmph, so what if you can go through the back door, it's not that he has the upper hand, the little girl wants to fight him, and she's a little tender.

Seeing Yu Wanwan and Hong Yan approaching, An Jian couldn't sit still anymore.

The female student can only turn back into the inner room first, and then turn around after getting confirmation.

He has been waiting here for so long, and he has long been impatient. The old man doesn't know what airs to put on, and he has been reluctant to come out to meet him.

An Jian felt very depressed, picked up the gaiwan and stuffed it into his mouth like drinking a drink, but the freshly brewed hot tea, this one gulp, directly made him drop the cup, and quickly poured out the hot water in his mouth like a small mouthful. spit out.

Therefore, when seeing Yu Wanwan and Hong Yan, relying on an old antique, they could meet Mr. Yang before him, their mentality completely collapsed.

The female student has a good temper, and quickly brought cold water and an item.

The three people present were shocked, especially An Jian.

Seeing that there is no chance to please Mr. Yang, go to Mr. Yang's family?Women, sure enough, they only know these little tricks that are not on the table.

It was a bronze jue wrapped in a red cloth, and it was still stained with rust.

An old lady with gray hair and glasses is stepping on a sewing machine and cutting cloth. In stark contrast to her busyness is an old man lying on a bamboo and rattan chair under the window. He is holding a book in one hand at the moment, Holding the teapot with one hand, taking a look at it and taking a sip, it feels very comfortable.

But he himself was rude, and he blamed the tea prepared by the host for being too hot.

He vomited so recklessly that he vomited all over the floor.

Yu Wanwan couldn't stand it anymore.

"These two are also the teacher's guests." Faced with An Jian's rudeness, the female student was not impatient at all, and kept the courtesy. She invited Hong Yan and Yu Wanwan to sit down on the empty seats and gave them seats. Good Biluochun.

"Why, it's all about first come, first served!"

"Which honored guest is this gift from?"

"Mr. Yang."

The inner room is a small studio with many clothing samples hanging on the wall. There is a sewing machine in the center of the main hall. Behind the sewing machine is a high table on three sides surrounding the wall. On the table are scissors, rulers, and various thread ends.

He asked the female student loudly: "What's the matter with you? I was introduced by the minister. It's fine if you let me wait here for so long, and now you bring them in too."

As soon as An Jian entered the door, he went straight to the old man, ignoring the astonishment on the old man's face, and greeted him enthusiastically.

"You two, please come with me."

Not long after crossing the threshold, a very elegant woman in a navy blue cheongsam received them.

There is no warm tea in the water for making tea, let alone green tea like Biluochun, which has a steaming tea aroma.

An Jian snorted coldly.

An Jian turned his face away.

The old lady didn't look up, she just smiled and pointed at the old man who was chatting happily with An Jian.

"Girl, you've got the wrong person, it's him."

"I know it's you."

An Jian kept mocking at the side.

"Don't be ashamed here, go back and read more books."