Chapter 57

Time flies. In the blink of an eye, it has been two years. Two years, enough to let some of their own feelings ignored, slowly revealed.

In the towering building, Nangong Haoqi stands on the top floor, overlooking the scenery below. His expression was calm, but his brow was full of sorrow. In the twinkling of an eye, two years have passed.

Good friend LAN Yiheng came to him and said with a smile: "I don't remember when you started. You are used to being in a daze here. Haoqi, it's not like you. "

Nangong Haoqi was silent, and his thoughts seemed to have gone far away. For two years, he always thought that he was just a stand in, but it was always in his brain.

Once upon a time, he pushed her away mercilessly, and looked cold. But after the separation, he felt that there was something missing in his heart. That kind of feeling, as if to lose their heart in general.

Noticing his hidden emotions, LAN Yiheng said with a smile: "still thinking about mi you? Haoqi, now you should regret that you didn't see your mind earlier, right? There's no rule that this is a double and will never fall in love with him. "

Hands in the pants pocket, looking into the distance, Nangong Haoqi light mouth: "well, I did not expect, will be reluctant to part with her." It's only now, but it's too late. That woman has completely disappeared from his world.

After patting him on the shoulder, LAN Yiheng jokingly said: "this is to tell you that if you meet someone you like in the future, you must grasp it. Well, you'll miss it here. I'll withdraw. There is an exhibition in n city today. Don't be late. "

With that, LAN Yiheng whistled and left happily. And Nangong Haoqi, still looking at a certain direction thoughtfully.

The annual painting exhibition will be held in the most prosperous business center of n city today. All the works presented in this exhibition are the works of famous artists at home and abroad in recent years. Nangong group, as a leading enterprise in n city, is also one of the sponsors of the exhibition.

With a group of staff behind him, Nangong Haoqi looked at the excellent works with a cool look. The curator of the exhibition accompanied him and enthusiastically explained some works to him.

Walking, Nangong Haoqi suddenly stops in front of a work. It's a very simple sea view. A graceful figure standing on the beach, wanton long hair dancing with the wind.

Against the setting sun, the whole painting shows a light sadness. That thin back, showing a lonely, lovable, heart palpitating. It seems that my back is missing my family, or lover.

Seeing that he was interested in the painting, the curator said in a flattering way: "the president's vision is really good. The author of this painting is a famous Chinese painter in France. She is good at traditional Chinese landscape painting, always can arouse the audience's resonance, known as the most emotional painter

For the painter, Nangong Haoqi did not show much interest, but said faintly: "this one is good, buy it." With that, he continued to walk down.

The curator nodded with a smile and immediately ordered the painting to be wrapped up. He said with a smile, "look, I heard that the painter just came back to China this time. If the president is interested, I can arrange a meeting

Not like that occasion, Nangong Haoqi simply refused: "no need." For the exhibition, he just had a routine accident.

In an hour, Nangong Haoqi finished his inspection and asked the curator to deal with other affairs. Before leaving, Nangong Haoqi went to the bathroom. When coming out from the inside, a familiar figure passed by him.

When you see the profile of that moment, Nangong haozidun stops. Pupil slightly open big, South Temple Hao Qi's eyes take amazement: "meter leisurely?"

Hearing the sound, the figure stopped. Turning leisurely, a face of growing yearning appeared in front of him. Nangong Haoqi's heart was out of rhythm, and he was staring at her.

Mi you did not expect, just returned home, unexpectedly will meet the most do not want to meet the man. Naturally, she didn't ignore his surprise. Today, she is no longer mi you.

Glancing at him indifferently, miyou said calmly: "long time no see, Mr. Nangong."

Indifferent tone, without the slightest ups and downs of expression, seems to explain the strangeness between each other. Nangong Haoqi said without frowning, "are you back? When did it happen

Looking at him, mi you didn't answer and asked: "when will I come back, I don't need to inform Mr. Nangong. It's also an accident. " If you can, miyou would rather never see this man.

She is still familiar with the appearance, compared with two years ago, it seems that more than a woman's charm, fade a childish. This delicate facial features, in the makeup set off, appears more dazzling.

Before moving forward, the distance between each other is one point closer. "Mi you, two years, how are you?" If you want to ask more, what you want to say is simple greetings.

His eyes were still cold, and mi you said calmly: "I'm good or not, and it doesn't have much to do with Mr. Nangong. Sorry, I have something else to do. Excuse me With that, miyou turned and walked steadily forward.Looking at her steps without any nostalgia, Nangong Haoqi's heart emerged inexplicable feeling. Subconsciously, he didn't want her to leave again.

Thinking of this, Nangong Haoqi suddenly ran up. When you see her turning, keep up. Before catching up, I saw the assistant to the president coming. "President, we have to go back to the company. We have a meeting to hold next."

The line of sight follows her but go, South Temple Hao Qi puts down a: "the meeting postpones." He continued to go in the direction of mi you. There is no reason, just want to go to her side.

All of a sudden, a group of reporters emerged in front of me to catch you. Flash kept pressing, some reporters quickly asked: "Miss MI, do not know this time you return home, what itinerary?"

Surrounded by media reporters, miyou is surrounded in the center. Face smile, swept a circle of people. His eyes met him, but only a short pause of a second or two, and then naturally moved away. As if to her, he was just a stranger.

"I'm going to hold several art exhibitions in China this time. My university is in n city, so I'll hold one here as well." Mi you said simply.

A reporter put the microphone in front of mi you and asked: "now miss MI is a famous beauty painter in France. Do you have any interest in going back to China for development?"

With a playful wink, mi you said with a sweet smile, "I will return to China in a few years, but my current focus will still be on the European market. There are so many talents in the painting industry in China. As soon as I return home, I will be directly submerged. "

The reporters laughed at her jokes. For reporters' questions, miyou will always respond politely. After a while, an agent came forward, stopped reporters from visiting and took mi you away.

Before leaving, mi you took a look at Nangong Haoqi, looking calm. That look, appears to be indifferent.

Watching her leave, Nangong Haoqi suddenly said: "who is she?"

The curator rushed forward and enthusiastically answered, "her name is miyou. She is a famous French painter in the past year. Not long ago, Miss MI has just won the French authority award, and it is also the last few Chinese who can win the award in France. "

The girl who loved painting at the beginning has become a hot painter now. The change in the middle was really beyond his expectation. Her dazzling calm, let her add a luster.

The next sentence of the curator made his heart move: "coincidentally, the painting you just photographed, President, is one of Miss Mi's works."

Think of that painting just now, the heartstrings of Nangong Haoqi are tight. Lips raised a smile, Nangong Haoqi's eyes slightly narrowed: "it seems that I really have a predestined relationship with her." With that, Nangong Haoqi turned and went towards the gate.

Walking out of the exhibition hall, miyou and his agent get on the limousine waiting there. Leaning on the seat, mi you asked with a smile,

: "Sister Li, the next trip should be assigned by me, right?"

Looking at the itinerary in her hand, Sister Li nodded and replied with a smile: "next you don't have any itinerary, but there's a charity party in the evening, you have to attend. Tonight's charity party will be attended by many important people in n city. "

Knead the temple, mi you most do not like to attend such an occasion. But she had to attend because she was going to hold an exhibition here. Nodded and agreed, mi you's eyebrows curved: "OK, I see. Don't worry, I won't be late. "

Nodding with satisfaction, Sister Li jokingly said, "remember to bring your boyfriend. This party, but you have to bring your partner. Yifan is also a man of the year in n city. Your presence with him can lead to a lot of topics. "

Mi you smiles, no interface. She doesn't care about those topics. She just wants to draw well. Therefore, even if she is in contact with Tan Yifan, she will not use this topic to attract any onlookers.

Two people come to a villa, mi you walk out of the car, far away will see Tan Yifan is waiting for her. Trot forward, mi you as usual, into his arms, coquettishly said: "Yifan, all said, just wait for me at home."

He put his arms around her waist and gave her a kiss on her forehead. He said fondly, "I like waiting for you here, then holding your hand and going home together."

Two years of inseparable company, mi you's heart is warm because of him. Once the wound, also gradually healed. Half a year ago, they established a love relationship, and their love for her only increased.

Leaning on his arm, MI Youjiao said with a smile, "OK, let's go home together. It seems that I am a little hungry. "

Stroking her head, Tan Yifan holding her hand, they went to the house together. This is Tan Yifan's villa. She doesn't like staying in a hotel, so she came here. What she likes more is to talk about Yifan's cooking skills.

Think of today's meeting with Nangong Haoqi, what flashed in mi you's eyes. Over the past two years, her feelings for Nangong Haoqi have been put down. Just, really don't care?