After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 79 First Official Date

It had been many years since he had driven a car. Yu Jinwen drove very slowly, which could almost be described as a turtle speed.

But Nan Song didn't dislike him, nor did she rush him. She knew how difficult it was for a person who had been in a serious car accident to hold the steering wheel again.

It was she, after her parents suffered such a serious car accident, and then her beloved man suffered another car accident, she once had a shadow on cars, and since then there was no trace of her in the underground parking lot.

She watched with her own eyes how Yu Jinwen reconstructed himself step by step after being paralyzed at a high position, from lying to sitting, from sitting to kneeling, and then from kneeling to standing... This step carried so much pressure. Bitterness, and sweat and tears.

These tears are the tears of loved ones.

Even in the most painful stage after the operation, she never saw Yu Jinwen cry. For a man as strong-blooded as him, tears would usually flow only to his heart.

"Don't think I drive slowly. I haven't driven for a long time, so I need to get used to it."

In the quiet carriage, Yu Jinwen was the first to speak.

Nan Song was slightly startled when he heard his pretending to be relaxed, and then said: "Don't be in a hurry, just drive slowly."

After a period of silence, a wry smile appeared on Yu Jinwen's lips, "Just a few minutes ago, I thought I would never touch a car again in my life. As expected, I still had to be forced to realize that human potential is unlimited. .”

Nan Song said flatly, "I'm not forcing you."

Yu Jinwen turned his head and glanced at her, "I'm forcing myself. It's my first official date with you. I should be the one driving the car."

Nan Song was startled and tilted her head to look at him.

"Dating?"

He calls tonight's meal a "date"?
"Yes." Yu Jinwen raised his lips slightly, "But I am really embarrassed to ask you to invite me on our first date."

Nan Song silently looked at his side face and thought to himself, when you tricked me into inviting you to dinner that day, I didn't even notice that you were embarrassed at all.

The car arrived at Shiwei Restaurant slowly. At night, Shiwei Restaurant was still crowded and lively, but it had more of an antique charm than during the day.

Palace lanterns were lit outside, and the yellowish light almost lit up the entire street. There were many couples in the outdoor area eating candlelight dinners by the lights. It was very atmospheric, and the air was filled with the scent of roses. Full of romance.

"I heard from Fu Yu that this restaurant is your private property?"

Walking inside, Yu Jinwen asked Nan Song in a casual manner.

Nan Song said lightly, "Yeah". Fu Yu's big mouth should have sold her out completely, and there was no need for her to repeat it to him again.

We went to the Qingya Room upstairs. As soon as we sat down, the manager made a pot of tea and served it himself. He carefully asked Nan Song for instructions, "The dishes are almost ready. You two have some tea first. We will start dinner later." ?”

"Okay. Let Mingyang start." Nan Song took the teapot from his hand and made a cup for Yu Jinwen.

Yu Jinwen thanked her, thinking about her "famous" title, and couldn't help laughing, "It's hard to imagine that Master Ding is actually your junior. You are young, but you are very senior in the Ding family."

"It's just seniority, just get used to it."

Nan Song took a light sip of tea and thought to herself, it doesn't matter. She has many masters to worship her, and she is always the youngest. Being called "Uncle Master" is completely normal. In other professions, she is also called "Uncle". "Auntie", once you get used to hearing it, you won't find it strange.

Yu Jinwen saw the old-fashioned attitude in her movements and words, and thought that Fu Yu always said that he was a veteran cadre, and Mr. Nan in front of him looked more like a veteran cadre than he did.

"I brought you the small enamel bowl." Yu Jinwen kept his promise and handed the small bowl to Nan Song. Nan Song couldn't wait to take it, opened the box, and saw the small bowl inside. After catching it, I wiped my hands carefully with a wet wipe, then carefully picked up the small bowl, put it in my palm and watched it fondly.

As an antique lover, it is useless to say that you like something, some inadvertent little actions and details are the most touching. Whether you really love something or not, you can tell at a glance.

Under the warm yellow light, Yu Jinwen's face looked particularly soft, "You like it so much?"

Nan Song didn't even raise his head, "Nonsense."

At the auction, she didn't want to show her timidity and suppressed her love for these four small bowls. At that time, she just wanted to take them home to warm her bed. Who would have thought that Yu Jinwen, Cheng Yaojin, would be killed halfway? The knife takes away love.

She knew that Yu Jinwen was also a lover of antique jades, and it was understandable that rich people liked to collect some, but she really didn't know how deep his understanding of antiques was.

At the auction that day, seeing how determined he was to win these four small bowls, Nan Song knew that if the two of them fought hard, these four small bowls would definitely be sold at sky-high prices, and they would be on the news. , it will be difficult to end.

It’s not terrible if you can’t take photos of the objects you want, but it would be a big deal if it disrupts the market.

Now that the four small bowls were back in her hands, Nan Song was no longer on guard. She suffered from an occupational disease as soon as she touched the small bowls. She only saw these four little cuties in her eyes, from patterns to colors, from the mouth of the bowl to Don't miss any part of the bottom of the bowl. The feel, luster, and smell are all appreciated before you're done.

When Yu Jinwen saw her, he even sniffed and sniffed. Her cute little movements looked like a Bichon Frize, which made him laugh out loud.

Nan Song then raised his head lingeringly and didn't feel too embarrassed when he saw his smile. If he was an outsider who didn't know the industry, he might think her behavior was strange, but to an insider, it was normal. things.

She reluctantly put the four small bowls away and said, "Thank you, Mr. Yu, for your generosity. I accept it with a smile."

Just as Yu Jinwen was about to reply, "You're welcome," he saw her putting away the box, taking out a check from her bag, and pushing it toward him, "Here's 500 million, please accept it, Mr. Yu."

For some reason, the way she gave him the check reminded him of the scene when he gave her the check during the divorce.

He didn't realize it at the time, but after putting himself in his shoes, he realized how hurtful his behavior was.

The smile on his face stopped and his eyes darkened.

Yu Jinwen calmly pushed the check back and said: "This is my gift to Mr. Nan, and the money will be ignored. We will continue to cooperate for a long time in the future, and these four small bowls will be treated as my gift to Mr. Nan." It’s a meeting gift from Mr. Nan.”

She knew he would say that.

Nan Song was already prepared and did not insist anymore. He just took out another thing and said, "In that case, let me give this to Mr. Yu as my return gift."

She really didn't want to owe him at all.

Yu Jinwen smiled bitterly in his heart and doubtfully took the return gift she handed over. It was a long column. When he opened it, he saw that it was the figure and landscape painting he had seen in her office, titled "Ding Feng Bo" by Su Dongpo. .

"Are you willing to give me this painting?"

Yu Jinwen has collected many paintings. Although this painting is a fake work, both the painting skills and the calligraphy are excellent. In the current market, it can be fake and authentic, and it can fetch a high price of more than [-] million.

Nan Song said calmly: "It's just a painting. There's nothing to be reluctant to part with. Just don't dislike it, Mr. Yu."

She spoke politely, but was completely rude between the lines, as if she had painted the painting herself... An idea popped up, and Yu Jinwen couldn't help but open his eyes.

His throat was slightly choked, and his throat suddenly became dry. "This painting wasn't painted by you, was it?"

(End of this chapter)