In the evening, Cui Sangning came out of the business building with long hair and waist length, puffy and slightly curly, and a black windbreaker, wearing a white skirt to the ankle, and a pair of black high-heeled shoes below.

September in Kyoto is pleasant, and the air that has just rained reveals a cool force.

Cui Sangning stood at the door waiting for her. When the cool wind hit, several strands of hair were lifted from the side of her neck, revealing her white cheeks. She tightened her tight windbreaker.

The mobile phone in her pocket vibrated slightly, and she took a look at it. As she moved, her slender wrist was exposed, with circles of cinnabar red rope wrapped around her right wrist.

The jade finger flicked back a good word and put the phone back into the coat pocket.

Looking at my feet, my mind was empty. Someone asked Shifu to help repair an ancient painting, a picture of a beautiful woman in the Song Dynasty.

The antiquity of the collection, combined with improper preservation, led to serious damage.

While thinking about how to repair it, a clear voice came into her ear in the distance: "Uncle, wait for me, I will go back to get something."

The finger pulp still stuck on the temple stopped for a moment and slowly fell down, Cui Sangning calmly looked sideways.

She only knew one person who was called the Third Uncle in Kyoto, the owner of the Quan family - Quan Yu.

Not far away, the man seems to have drunk too much, his upper body leans against the pillar, his hair is dark and thick, and his eyebrows are carved with pen and scribe, just like six years ago, his eyebrows revealed a calm look like Mount Tai.

Under the white shirt was a clear muscle texture. He raised his hand to loosen two buttons, pinched the root of his nose, and wore the emerald finger on his thumb.

Cui Sanning remembered that his brother said he was a soldier before, but later he was injured and returned to his family.

Somehow, Cui Sangning stepped back two steps, and the broad marble Roman columns blocked her thin figure.

When he left overnight, he should not like himself very much.

Quan Yu released his hand and opened his eyes. I don't know whether it was because he drank wine. His cold and calm eyes are more dark and dark. His facial features are exquisite and sharp. There is a scar of two centimeters on the right side of the hard and straight eyebrow bone, which makes him a little bit more ruffian. The royal nobles should not approach strangers.

Today is Duan Si's birthday. I invited some good friends, but it was not a big deal. I came late and was drunk a lot.

I was keenly aware of the sight on one side, without attack, but not looking at it. When I looked sideways, I could only see the white skirt and long black hair that were blown up by the wind behind the Roman pillar.

He didn't pay attention to it, but took his eyes back. After a while, a boy of five or six ran to him, and his parents stood not far away and looked at him gently.

The little boy looked up at Quan Yu, his round eyes beaming, "Uncle."

At a height of nearly one meter nine, the child looked very hard. Quan Yu squatted down and rubbed his head: "What's wrong?"

The little boy handed the thing in his hand to Quan Yu's eyes and said, "A beautiful sister asked me to give it to you."

Seeing what was in the boy's hand, Quan Yu fell silent, a white handkerchief, a box of alcohol pills, and a bottle of water.

Taking the thing from the little boy, Quan Yu's voice was a little hoarse when he was drunk: "Where's your sister?"

The little boy smiled and said, "My sister left and got into a car."

Just as the man who had just said he would go back to fetch something came back, he looked at the child in front of Quan Yu and was dumbfounded. Quan Yu ignored him, just patted the boy's head and smiled, "Thank you."

The little boy shook his head and said, "You're welcome." Then he turned and ran back to his parents. Quan Yu smiled politely at the couple and watched them turn and leave.

The man behind him came forward and said, "It scared me to death. I thought your son was."

Quan Yu glanced at him sideways, and Xie Jiu'an immediately shut his mouth: "Uncle, I was wrong."

These people can't make fun of this kind of joke. They casually lose half of their wealth.

Take back his sight, hang his eyes, pull out two pills and feed them into his mouth, unscrew the bottle of mineral water and drink two mouthfuls. Xie Jiu'an could not help but remind him aloud, "Who gave it to you

Quan Yu did not answer.

Xie Jiu'an wants to say something more. Quan Yu has already got on the bus. Xie Jiu'an is about to follow him, but Assistant Liu quickly closes the door and politely smiles: "Mr. Quan said, Mr. Xie should go back by himself."

Looking at the passing Rolls Royce, Xie Jiu'an was messy in the wind, but he dared to be angry. The four families in Kyoto, the millennial family and the century old giants, were the most strict with rules.

Although Quan Yu is about the same age as them, he is the oldest son of Quan Family, ranking third, and has given birth to their generation.

Several children had to call him Uncle respectfully on New Year's Day.

Xie Jiu'an is OK. He is the youngest. It's OK to call Uncle Three.

Duan 4 is not good. It is clear that the powerful emperor is three or four years old, but his seniority is a bit shorter.

Every time Xie Jiu'an's henchman tries to curry favor with Quan Yu, Duan Qiongyu always thinks that the boy is not in his right mind.

Often at this time, Quan Yu will be relaxed and not slow down: "People are young, so it is not a burden to shout."

"After all, not everyone is like you, not only old, but also anxious."

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The black Rolls Royce shuttles through the brightly lit streets. In the car, Quan Yu looks at the handkerchief in his hand and is silent. His sharp eyes are dark and deep.

This is a white handkerchief with a golden osmanthus embroidered on the corner.

He is more vigilant than anyone, and how can Xie Jiu'an dare to drink from anyone he says, but he just knows who gave it to him.

But

With sharp eyes, why does she think he will remember this handkerchief?

He is already 30 years old. He has never seen anyone in 49 cities since he was a child. He has been a soldier for several years. He has been immersed in ups and downs in shopping malls for many years. Nothing he sees is more than that.

Only the cat that broke into his territory six years ago was an accident, ignorant and charming.

Just now, I didn't care about it. At the moment, my back became clearer. With long hair raised by the wind and white ankles, the assistant and driver sitting in front suddenly heard the people behind laughing.

Quan Yu raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows. He was a monster. Somehow he saved her. Last time, he passed by directly and didn't recognize him. This time, he hid and didn't respect the elders at all.

Close his eyes and keep alert. He didn't realize that his mouth was rising. A cat like voice sounded in his ear hazily, and a faint cry: "Brother."

His thumb rubbed against the soft handkerchief and his eyes were dark. He remembered her name was Sangsang.

Six years ago, Munich, Germany.

Quan Yugang had been discharged from the army for less than a year, but his family business had been handed over to him.

The trial reading of chapter 1 of the novel "She Is Beloved to Heaven after Marrying Third Uncle" ends.