Shen Ruman didn't care about these details, he slowly closed his eyes and enjoyed, Zheng Qian's movements were very slow, from top to bottom, from left to right, every time his fingers moved around the chest, he could always inadvertently touch the two towering softness.

Zheng Qian himself also wondered, his massage skills are top-notch, why do you make mistakes so often today!

Finally, after the massage, Zheng Qian was completely relieved.

"Collapse!"

At this moment, Zheng Qian suddenly felt a loosening of his hand, he quietly looked at his phone, and sure enough, the time for the red line of love had arrived.

From zero to a whole day, judging according to the emotional foundation, sure enough, the emotional foundation of Zheng Qian and Shen Ruman is far from enough!

Zheng Qian didn't care, he accepted it when he saw it, and the soft touch on his hand was very good now, which made him reluctant to wash his hands all night.

The next day, Zheng Qian had just finished breakfast, and he was wondering if he wanted to drive his car alone to which beach to do another live broadcast, but before he went out, a phone call arrived.

"Zheng Qian, you were busy a few days ago, and I didn't call you, are you free now?

Donald said with a smile on the phone.

Zheng Qian was stunned for a moment, "Donald invited him, so naturally he wants to go!"

He now has Tang Bohu's painting soul fragment Dacheng, and at the same time Wang Xizhi's calligraphy soul fragment Dacheng realm, whether it is calligraphy or painting, he can be said to be not afraid at all.

drove the car to Tang's hometown, just got out of the car, Tang Lao happened to come out of it, still wearing a Tang suit, with crutches in his hand, seeing Zheng Gan, he also smiled and said: "Yo, Zheng Qian is here, just right, let's go together!"

"Where?"

Zheng Qian looked confused, why did he come and leave.

Donald smiled, and the assistant next to him said with a smile: "Famous calligrapher and painter in Beijing, Yan Lao held an exhibition of his personal collection today, you must know that the famous calligraphy works in the entire capital are all in his house, it can be said that even the treasures of the Beijing Calligraphy and Painting Museum are not as many as theirs!"

Tang Lao on the side took over the conversation with a smile and said, "I called you over today, just to let you go over and palm my eyes, your vision is better than mine, so I can take a closer look for me!"

Zheng Qian's heart warmed, he knew that this was not such a simple thing as going to palm his eyes, Donald went to such an important exhibition this time, it must be the same as last time, he wanted to help him increase his popularity, mix up popularity in the circle, and sometimes it can have a life-changing effect.

Although Zheng Qian himself didn't really need this, he also knew that it was completely Tang Lao's concern.

At the moment, he also smiled and said: "Then the junior will accompany Donald to go to the rise and see!"

Donald smiled, got into the car together, and several people rushed over together.

The car was parked outside a quaintly decorated manor, and there was a large row of wood carvings at the door of the manor, which looked antique and extremely charming, and gave people a tall temperament at a glance, and the manor was active and wide, surrounded by heavily armed security guards.

As soon as Donald's car stopped, a blue Maserati drove over quickly, like a blue tornado, and stopped at the door, a woman wearing a huge black toad glass shook her hair, and smiled at Donald: "Grandpa Tang, why did you come so late!"

Donald smiled and said, "How can you compare to you young people, old!"

"Not old, Grandpa Tang is not old at all!" The girl walked over from the car, smiled and stretched out her hand to hold Tang Lao, suddenly her eyes glanced at Zheng Gan, and said suspiciously: "Tang Lao, when did you recruit such a thin bodyguard?"

Zheng Qian suddenly sweated wildly.

Donald's assistant also explained with a smile: "This is Mr. Zheng Qian......"

Donald couldn't laugh or cry, "Mr. Zheng is my friend!"

The girl looked surprised, she knew Tang Lao very well, the latter had been obsessed with calligraphy and painting all his life, and a limited number of friends were not masters of Gao Feng Liangjie, Mo was not a genius in calligraphy and painting, but there was no such young junior at all.

She took off the toad mirror and glanced at Zheng Qian curiously, so she didn't turn her head, but even if Tang Lao opened his mouth, he still didn't put Zheng Qian in his eyes, in her opinion, this is just Zheng Qian here, Tang Lao said this in order to avoid Zheng Gan's embarrassment, it must be some acquaintance who asks for favors.

Zheng Qian didn't say anything, and followed all the way.

"Grandpa Tang, why don't you hold an exhibition, your collection will definitely not be less than this!" the girl took Donald's hand and asked as she walked.

Donald's assistant said with a smile: "Miss Tang, you don't know that most of Tang's works have been auctioned, and the money has also been donated to children in mountainous areas, and now the remaining works are not enough to hold an exhibition!"

Tang Yunyun said: "That's right, Grandpa Tang is different from others, this old man Yan is deadly, and he is reluctant to donate a painting!"

Donald's assistant said with a smile: "Everyone has their own ambitions, and everyone has their own choices!"

"Yunyun?"

At this moment, a voice sounded, and several people turned their heads to look, and a young man with shiny hair walked over with a smile, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and wearing a Marlboro watch on his hand.

Tang Yunyun couldn't help frowning as soon as she saw the man.

The latter also seemed to know that he was bored with himself, and greeted Donald: "Donald, you're here, my grandfather's side has already started!"

"It's started?" Donald's assistant frowned, "Didn't you say that it would start at ten o'clock? It's only half past nine!"

The young man smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Donald, because a live performance was added temporarily, so the exhibition started early, so let's do it, Donald, I'll take you in directly!"

Donald still had a face of news, but the assistant's face obviously became ugly.

This called Donald to come over, and they didn't notify them in advance if there was a temporary change in the program, so it was definitely not negligence.

Tang Yunyun on the side also smelled that something was wrong, and pouted at the moment: "It seems that some people are still obsessed with that painting back then!"

"What painting?" asked Zheng Qian with a strange expression.

The assistant was just about to explain, but Donald coughed lightly and responded, "Let's go, let's go in and have a look!"

When they got inside, everyone followed the young man over, and when they reached the seats in the corners at the end of the last row, the young man pointed to the position and said, "Donald, I'm sorry, because of time problems, there are only so many seats left!"

The assistant's brows furrowed, "How can you say that Tang Lao is also a respected senior in the calligraphy and painting world, and your part-time job is too bullying!"

Tang Yunyun also looked at her coldly.

Even Donald, who had always laughed, couldn't help frowning.

The young man suddenly looked guilty, and shouted at the back of the workers of the Yan family in the first few rows in front of him, "You, you...... Which of you let you sit here, Donald is here, and you still won't give up your seat!"

The sound was so loud that the people around could hear it clearly, and they immediately looked at it one by one.

There are also a lot of people who are talking about it, pointing and pointing, and they can vaguely hear what paintings, festivals and the like in their words.

Donald's assistant looked extremely ugly, and leaned over to Donald's side in a low voice, "Donald, let's not participate in this exhibition, let's go!"

Tang Yunyun on the side just looked at it, and her face was a little displeased.

Tang Lao was also a little hesitant, but at this moment, Zheng Qian stepped forward, sat down first, and said, "What a pity to go away with such a beautiful exhibition!"