Chapter 256 Estimate the price of Zhang Xuan

Lin Qinghan's heart was beating violently. In the quiet darkness, she could clearly hear her heartbeat.

Zhang Xuan's arm was slightly bent.

This simple action made Lin Juehan's whole body tense up.

What to do? Is he going to hug me? But he hasn't officially chased me yet!

Lin Qinghan was thinking about it, and a whirlwind sound came into her ears.

This call made the thoughts in Lin Juehan's mind come to an abrupt end.

She turned her head slightly and saw the man beside her, who had closed his eyes and fell asleep.

While Zhang Xuan's condition made Lin Juhan breathe a sigh of relief, his beautiful eyes were a little unwilling.

Dead Zhang Xuan, stinking Zhang Xuan! Am I useless to attract anything? Are you asleep like that?

Lin Ruihan turned around angrily, facing Zhang Xuan, bulging her mouth, and her calf exerted a little force, as if she was venting anger, kicked Zhang Xuan's ankle.

Lin Yuehan didn't have to hold back the kick, and laughed out loud with a "pop". She carefully looked at the face of the man in front of her. This was the first time she had seen it so carefully.

Lin Juehan slowly stretched out his little hand and placed it on Zhang Xuan's face, gently stroked it. The rough skin made Lin Juehan think of what kind of suffering this man had suffered before.

Lin Juhan's face was red with shame, she shrank her head gently, and she voluntarily drilled into Zhang Xuan's arms. She closed her eyes and felt an unprecedented peace of mind lying in Zhang Xuan's arms.

When sleepiness came, Lin Juehan leaned against Zhang Xuan's chest, and a tempting curve appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she fell asleep.

After Lin Lianghan fell asleep, Zhang Xuan slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at the woman in his arms, stretched out his other hand, and hugged her on the woman's slender waist.

The next day, the morning sun shines.

Lin Juehan opened his eyes in a daze and found that the people around him were gone. This feeling of emptiness made Lin Juehan feel a little disappointed.

After rubbing his sleepy eyes, Lin Guihan got up from the bed. As soon as she left the door, she saw Milan sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at him with a smile on her face.

As soon as Milan saw Lin Qinghan coming out of the bedroom, she teased and said, "Oh, damn girl, I got up quite early, it's not right. Your walking hasn't changed much. You won't be a saint again last night, right?"

"What are you talking about?" Lin Qinghan gave Milan a blank look, "Where is uncle and aunt?"

"The company has been very busy recently. They went out early in the morning and didn't even eat breakfast."

"Oh." Lin Qinghan nodded, and didn't ask any more questions, her eyes kept watching the room.

"What are you looking for? Looking for a man?" Milan got up, wandered to Lin Qinghan, and looked Lin Qinghan up and down, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this Zhang Xuan, Liu Xiahui, such a big beauty, I slept with her arms all night and did nothing? It's not that I said, I look down on him!"

"Hey! It's not good to say bad things behind your back!" The door of Milan's house was opened from outside, and Zhang Xuan walked in from outside.

"Damn, why do you have the key to my house?" Milan compared Zhang Xuan with a middle finger.

"Hehe." Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Uncle Xiao had already recognized me as his godson last night, so he naturally gave me a key."

Zhang Xuan raised his hand, and the one hanging on his hand was the key to Milan's home.

"Okay, you, even if you enter my house, you will be my boss." Milan rolled her eyes and urged, "Hurry up and ask your wife to clean up, the art exhibition will begin, and you can't even find a parking spot if you don't go!"

As soon as Lin Qinghan saw Zhang Xuan, she thought of what happened last night. She actually took the initiative to get into the man's arms. She felt her face burning. Without saying a word, she went into the bathroom and started washing.

Master Figuere's art exhibition starts at 10 a.m., at the Art Center in Hangzhou.

As a world-famous master of painting, Master Ferge is good at painting in several styles, and the meaning expressed in the painting is also worthy of deep thought. For those who like to paint, Master Ferge's art exhibition is definitely a pleasure.

This art exhibition attracted too many people. Zhang Xuan and the other two arrived an hour before the exhibition started, and they only found a parking space, which was a far away from the art center.

As soon as they walked to the entrance of the exhibition, Zhang Xuan and the other two saw an annoying figure.

Yang Haifeng stood in front of the art exhibition door, beside him, and followed a middle-aged man.

While Zhang Xuan and the other two saw Yang Haifeng, Yang Haifeng also saw them.

"Ha, boy, I admire your courage. I thought you had left Hangzhou City overnight!" Yang Haifeng spoke without hesitation when he saw Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan also smiled, "I admire your courage too. Your face doesn't hurt anymore, and you dare to talk to me like this?"

Zhang Xuan raised his palms. This action made Yang Haifeng subconsciously take two steps back, then thrust his chest, "Boy, I don't want to have such fearless arguments with you. Look at your outfit. If you don't know how to draw, don't pretend."

Zhang Xuan didn't say anything. He had heard too much of this kind of ridicule during this period.

Yang Haifeng looked at Zhang Xuan's appearance that he didn't take him seriously and snorted coldly, "Let's take a look!"

There is still an hour left before the exhibition begins, and there is a long queue at the entrance of the art center. Milan calculated that if you have to check tickets one by one, you will have to wait for an hour just to check in front of you. After all, this is Master Firge's tour art exhibition. Each painting in it is worth a thousand gold, so the security naturally needs to be done quite well.

It was really boring to wait here. Milan's eyes turned around and finally put them on Zhang Xuan and kept watching. She snapped her fingers and pulled up Lin Qinghan's arm, "Let's go, Qinghan, take you to an interesting place!"

After Milan finished speaking, she pulled Lin Guihan to walk to the other side without waiting for Lin Qinghan to answer.

Lin Qinghan followed Milan in confusion, not knowing what Milan was going to do.

It doesn’t matter to Zhang Xuan. Wherever Lin Qinghan goes, he will be finished.

About fifteen minutes away from the Art Center, Lin Qinghan saw four big words "Talent Market".

The signboard of this talent market is printed on an administrative building.

Lin Qinghan was a little confused, "Milan, why are you here? Are you going to recruit workers?"

"No, I'll give you an estimate of the 20,000 yuan per month husband to see how much you have made!" Milan narrowed her eyes and pulled Lin Juehan, then walked into the talent market.

Zhang Xuan followed the two women, a little speechless, so he estimated the price? What's the price?
Chapter completed!