"Who were those people just now? They don't look like ordinary bandits." His smile quickly faded.
"I don't know." She was also full of doubts and shook her head.
The waiter suddenly said coldly: "I'm a layman and can't understand your paintings. We can't care about who you are. I'm just fighting for you because I'm a friend."
She was stunned, knowing that he had misunderstood that she was hiding something. Just as she was about to explain, Zhang Lei's face darkened: "Xiaoer, if you get too drunk, go back to bed!"
She quickly said: "Xiao Er, I really don't know what happened tonight, and I'm not a person. I learned painting from my mother."
"Is your mother a painter?"
Zhang Lei asked.
"My mother's name is Chi Zheng. Maybe you haven't heard of her, maybe you have." She hesitated and spoke uncertainly.
The waiter looked confused, but Zhang Lei almost left and raised his voice, "So you are Chi Zheng's daughter, no wonder."
The waiter was dumbfounded: "Boss, is Chi Zheng famous? I don't seem to have heard of it."
"You kid only know how to eat, drink and have fun, but you don't know a lot of things." Zhang Lei glanced at Youyan calmly and said, "Chi Zheng is a painter, and more importantly, everyone. He became famous at a young age. He was very famous at that time and was praised by the industry. As a talented painter, if he had not suddenly retired when his career was at its peak, his achievements today would be unimaginable."
Youyan's eyes were deep, as if he was lost in memories, "After my mother married my father, she went back to her hometown with him and took care of the children in the family. After that, she seldom painted."
"Youyan, you finally come from a famous family. If you don't paint your paintings, why would you come here to be a waiter?" the waiter yelled strangely.
Youyan was at a loss for a moment, Zhang Lei felt his heart tightening, and his smile seemed to be pale.
"After my mother passed away, my father was very sad. He often locked himself in my mother's studio and looked at my mother's paintings for a long time. Later, I secretly hid my mother's paintings, and I stopped painting to avoid Dad was moved by the scene." After a long time, she replied softly.
Zhang Lei glared at the waiter. The waiter spread his hands pretending to be dead and muttered: "I don't want to pick up any of the pots. It's not what I want..."
"Yan, what about Brother Chi you were talking about last time? Who is he?"
Zhang Lei suddenly asked.
As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I suddenly realized that I was too "concerned" about this employee's privacy, and he was no different from the waiter.
"Brother Chi... is actually my brother." She was silent for a moment and replied softly.
elder brother? Zhang Lei suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
"His surname is Chi, and your mother's surname is Chi. It seems that he is also a relative on your mother's side." The waiter responded faster than him this time.
"Brother Chi is my aunt's son. My grandpa has no son. My uncle loves my aunt, so he let brother Chi take my aunt's surname." There are some things that Youyan doesn't want to talk about. Although he knows it's rude, he still says: "Boss, tonight Thank you, I want to go home."
She seemed to have solved some questions, and seemed to have left even bigger ones behind. She said that Brother Chi is no longer here, and she is sad at the moment, but you keep mentioning this person. In addition to wanting to find out the details of her attacker, Zhang Lei, what else do you want to know from her, isn't that too much? Zhang Lei habitually reached for the cigarette from his clothes, and then put it down again when he thought of something.
"Since you don't know those people, then leave everything to me." After a pause, he said warmly: "I'm not leaving tonight, so I'll sleep here."
"Agree." Little Twenty was very excited. Although it is impossible to have any ill thoughts about this girl, the boss is not a "human" person, and he is not allowed to bring the girl back to spend the night. It is not easy for a woman to stay in this house, which immediately stimulates his male hormones, even if He does nothing.
"No, it's too disturbing to you-" Youyan subconsciously refused.
Zhang Lei said: "You can go back if you want. Then let me and the waiter spend one night at your place. Don't you think that after what happened just now, I will let you be a girl alone?"
It was hard to deny the kindness, and Youyan was grateful in his heart. In the end, he said nothing more and solemnly thanked him again.
"The apartment is not big, just three bedrooms. One of them was converted into a darkroom for developing photos. I can't clean it out at the moment, so you can sleep in my bedroom." Zhang Lei assigned, and quickly added: " Oh, by the way, waiter, I take back what I just said, you don’t have to go back to your room, your room has been requisitioned by your boss."
The waiter was about to cry but was unable to cry. We were both employees. One had been with him for more than ten years and knew all about his background. The other had only been hired for a few months. The treatment was so different!
"I'll just sleep in the living room. Boss, you and the waiter can go to your places." Youyan quickly patted the sofa and said. .
"It's okay for you to sleep here. I'll sleep on the floor tonight. Your boss has no habit of taking back what he exports." Zhang Lei said calmly.