"Guest?" Seeing that the other party's eyes were still on her, the young woman called out again.
The other party came back to his senses, and seemed to realize that he was a little rude. But he couldn't help asking, "Excuse me, what is your relationship with Mr. Yexiao's former fiancée, Miss Nalan? Oh, I asked presumptuously, but you two really look alike."
The woman smiled brightly, "Night Owl and I are old friends."
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Three hours later.
The banquet officially begins.
Fei’s house was bustling with activity.
Night Owl stood upstairs, looking down at everything in front of him. There was no light in his eyes.
Even though the whole house was bustling with activity, he felt that it was empty everywhere, so empty that it was frightening.
What is the other world between life and death like? Have her injuries healed? Will it still hurt when she gets there? She never likes to wear too many clothes, but in the cold other world, will it be cold
Has she drunk Meng Po soup? Does she still think of him? Does she know that he, who is far away, has never forgotten her every minute and every second...
My chest hurts.
He took a deep breath, sipped the wine, and swallowed it.
Tang Song rushed in from outside, grabbed the cup from his hand and smashed it to the ground in frustration, "You're not happy to live one more day, are you?"
"Go down, the banquet will begin soon."
There was not even a hint of fluctuation on Ye Xiao's face. All his emotions were hidden at the moment Tang Song rushed in.
He walked out, leaving Tang Song with only a lonely back.
"Damn! I'm getting more and more depressed and boring!" Tang Song cursed in a low voice. If possible, he really wanted to dig up Bai Suye's grave and drag her out to save her!
Ye Xiao was a patient man. The day of the accident was the only day he had a breakdown. When Tang Song rushed over from Country S, he had fainted, but he kept repeating her name. He closed his eyes tightly, with tears in the corners of his eyes.
Tang Song had never seen him like this, nor had Yu An and Li Shi. At that time, everyone felt uncomfortable. Even Ferens didn't dare to mention the three words "white millet leaf" in front of him. It was like a curse, and the slightest touch would cause fatal pain.
Later, he woke up and faced the funeral and her cold tombstone. Everyone thought he would go crazy, but surprisingly, he accepted it all calmly. At least, on the surface, he was calm.
Later, Tang Song knew that he was so calm because he was going to find her soon. After that, in a world without disputes and hatred, they could never be separated again and could hold hands. Therefore, he became calm and peaceful and began to look forward to it...
Such night owls are actually extremely cruel.
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"This is a gift for Mr. Fei. It's just a small token of my respect." Downstairs, a guest handed a painting to the person who was receiving the gift.
"Thank you, Mr. Li. Please come in." The other party invited Mr. Li in.
"Um... I want to ask, where is Mr. Yu An?"
The other party pointed in a direction, and the guest saw Yu An who was busy, and he hurried over.
"Mr. Yu."
Yu An turned around and recognized the man. "It's Mr. Li. I'm sorry for not welcoming you."
Although he said so, Yu An's attitude was lukewarm. He knew this Mr. Li, and he wanted to do some business with Ye Xiao recently, but his character was not very good, so Ye Xiao ignored him. He came to him now, probably because of business matters.
"Mr. Yu, we won't say polite words anymore. I came to you today because I have something very important to discuss with you."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Li. Today is Mr. Fei's birthday. We have a rule that we never talk about business at birthday parties."
Yu An refused to continue the conversation and turned around to leave.
"Mr. Yu, I will only say this once. If you don't listen, you might regret it." Mr. Li straightened his body.
Yu An turned around, looked at him for a while, and then snorted and laughed, "Okay, since Mr. Li said so, then I will listen. However, if this matter is not as important as I thought, then in the future, anything you say will hardly enter my ears, let alone our master's."
What this means is that it is basically impossible to cooperate with Night Owl in the future.
The other party didn't feel panicked at all, and just whispered a few words into Yu An's ear.
Yu An was shocked and could hardly believe it. "You are not kidding me?"
"Even if I had ten guts, I wouldn't dare to say anything about this. She does look a lot like Miss Nalan. However, she looks more mature than Miss Nalan, but not much older. She seems to be still a student..."
"How old is she? A student?" Yu An was confused. Judging from these two conditions, it was definitely not Bai Suye. She was buried, so how could it be her
but…
If she really looks like what Nalan imagined, then it means that she is somewhat similar to Bai Suye.
If he could really get her back and put her next to Ye Xiao, maybe Ye Xiao could regain his confidence in life
Thinking of this, Yu An became excited. He immediately asked, "What about the address? Give me the address of the gallery."
"Mr. Yu, I have done a great deed, right?"
"I went to see if I had done anything meritorious. If it wasn't for the fact..." Yu An's true nature was exposed, and he scratched his neck with his palm, "You're dead!"
The other party was so frightened that he trembled all over and dared not say anything more. He quickly told the address of the gallery.
… … … … … … …
Yu An ignored Li Shi's questioning and drove directly to the gallery called 'Dark' in the city center. Generally speaking, the names of galleries in the city are actually more literary, but Dark seems to be more dark. Yu An thought it was a gallery with personality or dark themes, but when the car stopped outside, he was stunned.
He hadn't gone in yet. He just sat in the car, staring at the paintings hanging in the window from a distance, without getting out.
Those are Alex's famous paintings.
Alex was the only painter he knew. Because, ten years ago, when Bai Suye went to see Alex's exhibition, he was always there as a bodyguard and accompanying her. Every time, he was tortured by the paintings that he couldn't understand, but he had to accompany her every time. After going there many times, he not only got used to it, but also was somewhat influenced by her "education" and could recognize Alex's brushstrokes at a glance.