Chief flirting with his wife, a good way

Chapter 493 [515] First love, but the relationship is not deep
Seeing the back of Huo Jinyu leaving resolutely, the tears in Ye Ziqiao's eyes finally fell down uncontrollably.

"Xiao Qiao, I'm really sorry, I didn't know it would be like this." Elder Shan comforted Ye Ziqiao, and he was very reluctant to see two outstanding students making a scene like this.

Originally, I thought that Huo Jinyu would think about the old relationship anyway, and take into account Ye Ziqiao's mood, but who would have thought that he would be so heartless.

"Teacher Shan, is it... I really did something wrong at the beginning."

If she hadn't wanted to leave willfully, or even cut off contact, the situation like today wouldn't have happened, right?

She has her own pride, she has no room to bow her head to Huo Jinyu, she would rather leave than compromise.

It's hard for Mr. Shan to say anything. He actually doesn't know much about what happened back then.

All I know is that the two nice young people suddenly separated, and Ye Ziqiao flew out of the country without saying a word.

……

Qiao Xiaowu picked the most beautiful box, and stood there quietly watching the curator pack it.

The curator is a veteran of packaging, and his meticulous movements are afraid of being damaged.

"Curator, I fell in love with this painting the first time I saw it. Does this count as an affinity for this painting?" The warehouse was too quiet, and Qiao Xiaowu was going to find something to chat with.

The curator smiled. "Xiao Wu, what you said is really not wrong, you and this painting have an affinity for each other."

"So, can I know who the artist of this painting is? Although I may not know the name you mentioned, after all, if you don't sign or mention it, it shouldn't be some famous old artist..."

"Xiao Wu, do you mean old artists like Shan Lao in general? If so, Shan Lao may not be happy to hear that, after all, Shan Lao has always refused to accept his old age." The curator laughed.

Xiao Wu blushed. "That's not what I mean. I want to talk about fame. Shan Lao's height is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"But the artist you chose for this painting, I can tell you."

"Who is it?"

"Xiao Wu, is the bag ready?" Huo Jinyu's voice interrupted the conversation between the two of them.

"You're here. The package is almost ready. The curator is about to tell me who the artist of this painting is, so you're here." Xiao Wu complained softly, then turned to look at the curator. "Curator, you just said you could tell me..."

"Let's talk about it next time. The things are packed. You should go back earlier. It's not safe to go down the mountain too late." The curator glanced at Huo Jinyu, caught his gaze, and didn't tell Qiao Xiaowu about the painting for now. It was drawn by him, so the curator will naturally not say anything more.

This may be the fun between their little husband and wife.

"Thank you, curator, then let's go back first." Huo Jinyu held the box in one hand and Qiao Xiaowu's hand in the other, and walked out with fingers interlocked.

Huo Jinyu led Qiao Xiaowu straight out of the stone house to park there.

After putting away the things, Huo Jinyu fastened Qiao Xiaowu's seat belt, and Qiao Xiaowu looked at him hesitantly.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Huo Jinyu, you and Ye Ziqiao, you..."

"First love, but we don't have a deep relationship." Huo Jinyu answered honestly, briefly and cleanly.

First, first love, tsk tsk, she has long seen that the relationship between the two of them is not simple, but she didn't expect it to be even more so.

(End of this chapter)