Chapter 506 (1/2)

”Ye Ninghuan, listen! In my place, you don't have to give, you just need to accept. ”

Ning Huan Leng Leng Leng, ”for, why?” Don't you have to pay for nothing?

”Why don't I have to pay?” Ning Huan asked, did not understand.

”I can't bear it. You'll be tired.”

All the words have been speechless, Ning Huan put out his hand and put his arm around Quan Shaocheng's neck directly, and quickly pasted the red lips on it

Her kissing skills still didn't make any progress. Quan Shaocheng quickly turned the passive into an active one

This kiss has lasted for a long time, when the scene sad silver silk appears, Quan Shaocheng this just slightly raised the lip corner.

He stretched out his hand to adjust her seat, buckled the seat belt, and arranged the clothes that had slipped off her shoulders. Everything was as natural as leisure.

By the time Aston Martin drove again, it was ten minutes later

Soon, after arriving at the gate of the clay Museum, Ning Huan, in a high spirits, just as soon as the central locking device is opened, rushes out of the car and runs towards the clay Museum

But just entered the clay Museum, Ning Huan did not see the familiar grandfather and grandmother, but a relatively young middle-aged man is cleaning the clay Museum.

The business of the clay museum is still very good, and many new products are even displayed in the window at the door.

”Hello.” After noticing Ning Huan, the middle-aged man who is sweeping the floor quickly puts down his broom and dustpan and smiles at Ning Huan. The man is about 40 or 50 years old. He looks charmingly naive. He wears a pair of glasses and has a very smart look behind his naive manner.

”Are you here to make clay? It's going to close in an hour. What a coincidence! I don't think you're a regular visitor, are you

”I I'm not a regular customer, but I'm here to make clay hand models. What about the previous owners here? ” Ning Huan looks at the middle-aged man in front of him and asks.

After seeing Ning Huan, the middle-aged man was shocked by her slightly familiar face for a few seconds, and then said with a smile: ”it's gone.”

”Gone? Where have you been? ”

”Gone forever.” Although the middle-aged man has a smile on his face, Ning Huan can feel his sadness.

Ning Huan bit her lower lip. She didn't expect that only a few years later, they would be gone forever Never again.

”I'm their son. I used to be an executive in a very powerful chaebol, but after I quit, I came to run this clay Museum.”

Ning Huan nods, and doesn't know what to say. Looking at the clay Museum, which is still unchanged, she has a pang of pain in her heart

The parking car Quan Shaocheng stepped into the clay Museum. After seeing Quan Shaocheng, the middle-aged man quickly bowed to Quan Shaocheng.

”Less power.” The middle-aged man looked very respectful, ”Why are you here? Long time no see. ”

Ning Huan heard his voice, some stunned, she looked at the middle-aged man in front of her, felt incredible.

”Director he?”

”I'm no longer a supervisor. I have less power.”

”I didn't nod your resignation application. You were still the financial director of W.Y.” he said

”Less power...”

”Is it this clay museum that keeps you?”

He Zhigang nodded, ”yes, Quan Shao. This is the painstaking efforts of my parents. All of them are fighting for the clay Museum.” After he Zhigang's voice dropped, he suddenly realized something. He quickly took off his glasses, wiped his eyes, and then put them on again. He looked at Ning Huan again, ”I didn't recognize it before. It was the president's wife.”

”President's wife” these four words, let Ning Huan scared a big jump.

”Quan Shao, you came here with the president's wife to make clay hand models, right? I'm going to prepare the materials and tools now. ”

Quan Shaocheng nodded slightly.

He Zhigang quickly went down to prepare.

Ning Huan stepped forward to the right of Shaocheng, ”he is the son of grandfather and grandmother.”

”Well, he's the treasurer of W.Y., too.”

”You didn't agree to his resignation?”

Quan Shaocheng nodded. He knew people clearly.

”Is he very good?” Ning Huan does not know much about this aspect, but he Zhigang is a very capable person.

”It's a rare talent.” This is Quan Shaocheng's evaluation of him.