After being anxious all the way, Lu Changsheng finally calmed down, not because he thought of some good way to deal with that Butler Liu.
On the contrary, he had no choice at all, but he knew very well that it would be better not to fight. If he started to fight, with his current state of mind, it would only affect the performance of his strength.
So Lu Changsheng simply prepared for a fight, and his heart naturally calmed down. Even though Murong Qingxue kept staring at him, Lu Changsheng didn't pay much attention.
After getting off the car, Lu Changsheng returned to the wheelchair, but Murong Qingxue asked calmly: "Aren't you willing to come to my house?"
"No." Lu Changsheng was stunned and said with a smile, "I'd love to come, but I just haven't had the time."
"Oh." Murong Qingxue nodded and asked, "Who is that woman?"
"Which one?" Lu Changsheng looked strange, "Yang Yanli, or our boss?"
"Boss." Murong Qingxue confirmed.
"What's wrong with her?" Lu Changsheng asked strangely.
Murong Qingxue had no expression on her face and did not turn her head. She walked quietly towards the main hall and said after a while: "Do you like her?"
"Ang..." Lu Changsheng was speechless for a while, thinking how could Murong Qingxue know about this? Could it be that she could spy on people's hearts? But when he turned around and saw her expressionless face, Lu Changsheng
Then he dismissed the bizarre speculation in his heart and said with a smile, "I like it. She helped me a lot in the past. My living expenses for the three years of high school were almost all earned by working in her company."
"Oh." Murong Qingxue still had the neither sad nor happy expression on her face.
Lu Changsheng thought to himself, could she be jealous and angry? When he thought of this, he was secretly happy again. This at least proved that Murong Qingxue cared about him. At this time, he suddenly thought of the painting he had painted, and
Some expect Murong Qingxue's birthday to come soon so that he can confess his love to her.
When she came to the main hall, Murong Qingxue took off her shoes as before and made him tea, but this time she was not silent like last time, but asked: "Why don't you confess your love?"
"Well..." Lu Changsheng was stunned, thinking that this girl was too straightforward, but he quickly thought of her question just now, and was sure that Murong Qingxue was not only jealous, but also a little worried.
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"Are you waiting for me to confess to you?" Murong Qingxue asked again, her face turned red and she lowered her head.
"Of course not." Lu Changsheng shook his head.
"You don't like me anymore?" Murong Qingxue suddenly raised her head, with a hint of worry on her face besides the blush.
Lu Changsheng's expression was stunned. Murong Qingxue's expression actually made him have the urge to kiss him. Finally, he resisted and said: "I like it, I like it very much, but I feel that now is not the time?"
Murong Qingxue felt relieved, poured him tea again, and then said: "Then when is the time?"
Hearing this, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but stretched out his hand, scratched her nose, came closer and said, "Can we keep it a secret for now?"
Faced with such an intimate gesture, Murong Qingxue's face turned red again, but this time she did not speak. Instead, she lowered her head in silence and continued to make tea.
The two stayed in silence for a while, and then Lu Changsheng suddenly remembered something and said, "Shall we go for a walk outside?"
"Okay." Murong Qingxue nodded and was about to put on her shoes.
But at this moment, Lu Changsheng moved the wheelchair and picked up the shoes first: "Sit tight and I'll put them on for you."
Murong Qingxue was stunned for a moment, but did not refuse. Looking at Lu Changsheng who was carefully tying his shoelaces, there was some indescribable emotion in his heart.
But in Lu Changsheng's eyes, Murong Qingxue's pair of pure white feet were so beautiful.
After putting on their shoes, the two of them walked hand in hand in the villa. Although neither of them spoke, they both enjoyed this feeling. It seemed that they could read each other's hearts just by holding each other's hands.
But this time Lu Changsheng didn't just come here to drink tea. His other purpose in taking such a big risk was naturally to get the painting hidden in the wall.
When they came to the separate attic again, Lu Changsheng quickly proposed that he wanted to take a look, and Murong Qingxue naturally would not refuse.
But when Lu Changsheng came here, he didn't know what to do. He couldn't smash the wall of their study in front of Murong Qingxue.
Moreover, he had no way to push Murong Qingxue away. Lu Changsheng really wanted Xiao Hei to get it, but as soon as Xiao Hei arrived, he huddled motionless in the Yin Corpse Flag and refused to come out even if he was beaten to death.
With no other choice, Lu Changsheng could only say shamelessly: "Qingxue, do you believe that I can see through things?"
"Perspective?" Murong Qingxue's face turned red again, and she lowered her head and said, "How to do perspective?"
"Well..." Seeing his expression, Lu Changsheng almost slapped himself in the face. Talking about fluoroscopy in front of a girl was so damn easy to say. He blamed himself for a long time before he explained.
He said, "I can see through, but I can only see through walls, but not other things... um... other things..."
"What do you want to say?" Murong Qingxue asked with a red face.
Seeing that his description was getting darker and darker, Lu Changsheng simply said: "I saw a painting behind the wall of this bookshelf."
"Really?" Although Murong Qingxue didn't have much expression, there was disbelief in her eyes.
"Really." Lu Changsheng nodded, "Actually...let me tell you, I don't know how to do clairvoyance, but my family used to live here, and then this was our family's ancestral home, and later it was used by your family.
I bought it, but... but... recently my family suddenly told me that... in the study room of our ancestral house... the wall...
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Not even halfway through editing, Lu Changsheng couldn't finish it because Murong Qingxue didn't seem to have any interest in his old-fashioned story.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Murong Qingxue asked.
"This..." Lu Changsheng thought for a moment and continued to shamelessly make it up for the sake of that painting.
But before he could speak, Murong Qingxue said: "You are lying, there is no ancestral home here."
"Uh..." Lu Changsheng suddenly felt embarrassed and blushed, not knowing what to do.
"However, I believe you." Murong Qingxue added, then she searched in the study, took out a hammer and said, "Break it open."
"Yeah." Lu Changsheng couldn't react, "Is this good?"
"Smash it." Murong Qingxue pointed to the wall behind the bookcase and said one word lightly.
Lu Changsheng smiled, quickly moved the bookcase, and smashed it against the wall. If the study room hadn't been built on the top of the mountain, this movement might have really alarmed the entire villa.
After smashing for a while, a corner of the wall was broken. When a wooden grating was exposed inside, he couldn't smash it down because the wood was actually harder than the wall outside.
At this moment, Murong Qingxue suddenly came over, looked at the layer of wood inside strangely, then touched it with his hand, and then said: "Tieli wood."
"Hmm." Lu Changsheng was stunned, but he also understood that in the world, only ironwood is probably the only one with such hardness, but if this grating was made of ironwood, he would definitely not be able to break it open now.
"When the villa was built, no ironwood was used!" Murong Qingxue looked at the opening, "This should be a box that has been embedded in it for a long time."
"Box?" Lu Changsheng looked strange, and immediately used his mind to go deep into it, and found that it was really a box made of iron pear wood, but he didn't know that the iron pear wood could actually block the penetration of thoughts.
While he was dazed for a moment, Murong Qingxue found a pen, drew a rough circle on the gap, and said: "Smash this circle."
"Yes." Lu Changsheng nodded, feeling strange in his heart. This is the wall of your home. Why are you so concerned about it? But he remained silent. He must get this painting.
Then he swung the hammer and started smashing it. When all the circles were smashed, a square and simple box was revealed inside.
It seemed that it had been embedded in it for too long, so Lu Changsheng spent a lot of effort to get it out. Although Murong Qingxue's face was a little surprised, it quickly disappeared. Apparently she didn't care what was in the box.
, but it makes me wonder why Lu Changsheng knew there was a box inside this wall. Could it be that he really knows how to see through it?
Thinking of this, Murong Qingxue subconsciously put her hand in and blocked her chest, obviously worried that Lu Changsheng would peek.
"What's wrong with you?" After wiping off the dust on the box, Lu Changsheng looked at her strangely.
"It's okay." Murong Qingxue took a step back, especially when Lu Changsheng looked at her, her face turned red again.
Lu Changsheng smiled, understanding something, and then opened the box and said, "I don't know how to see. This was really my ancestral home, hehe."
"Really?" Murong Qingxue still didn't believe it.
"Really, come and take a look. This painting is of my ancestors." Lu Changsheng started making up again.
Now, Murong Qingxue couldn't help but not believe it anymore. She walked over to see Lu Changsheng open the box, only to find that there was indeed a painting inside, and it was a rolled up kind. The style was obviously very old.
But besides this painting, there is another book that also looks very simple. But what Lu Changsheng cares more about is this painting, so he picked it up and was about to open it, but at this moment, Murong Qingxue stopped him and said:
"Is this really your ancestral home?"
"If it's fake, why would there be anything I said?" Lu Changsheng held the painting and smiled. If he was deceiving, then he should deceive him to the end.
"Look, I won't." Murong Qingxue stood up and walked towards the door.
"Why?" Lu Changsheng looked strange. At this time, he felt that Murong Qingxue didn't accompany him to watch, which made him feel very uncomfortable. After all, it was the result of a fight between the two of them.
"People in ancient times were ugly." Murong Qingxue said fearfully.
Lu Changsheng laughed dumbly: "Come and watch together, my ancestor was a beautiful woman."
"Really?" Murong Qingxue took a step forward, but quickly shook her head.
Helpless, Lu Changsheng had no choice but to open the scroll by himself, but when the whole painting fell into his eyes, his face was stunned, and then he was surprised.
He looked at Murong Qingxue and then at the painting, almost breaking into a cold sweat...