Mo Zun looked at Ji Yanlin, this person who had played with him all morning at the Lanjiang Wharf, Mo Zun didn't believe in any coincidences, some seemingly unexpected things, if they were to the bottom of it, they could really be connected into a line.

"I didn't expect that the dignified master Cyril would come to participate in this little art exhibition, is it for this painting?"

Mo Zun glanced lightly at the masterpiece placed in the center of the hall, it can be said that it is a masterpiece to show the artist's ability, the dark tone on the painting is very appetizing to him, but it is a pity that the painter did not sell it at the beginning!

Ji Yanlin's indifferent eyes were as elegant as clouds, he raised his hand and put it into the pocket of his gray coat, and his full face did not show anything: "Does this gentleman like it too?"

Without a trace, kick the ball back.

Mo Zun suddenly chuckled, and he took a step back: "I can't say whether I like it or not, but if you bid for it, you might as well give it a try!"

He did not hide his interest in the painting in the slightest,

Even after the words fell, the sharp aura that seeped out invisibly, with a-for-tat momentum, was opposite to Ji Yanlin, trying to suppress him under the air pressure released by himself.

The two of them fought invisibly over there, and Rong Qian turned his head and his gaze fell on the painting not far away.

At the beginning, Mo Zun told her that the painter had created famous works at the age of eighteen......

It's this painting, right?!

It turns out that this painting is already so famous?

I just don't know, if those voices who praise it know, the person who painted this picture is someone else...... What will their expressions look like?

Rong Qian felt that this feeling was very strange, and the works she drew by herself would meet her in another form after three years.

At this time, in the corner of the painting, someone else's name is signed, and that person is still his good friend. 、

Classmates and best friends in the same frame......

Rong Qian's lips are faintly open, and her smile does not reach her eyes, she is embarrassed by the wonder of fate, and she also feels that God loves to play with people's hearts!

Ji Yanlin and Mo Zun looked at each other for a while, the invisible and gloomy aura made a crackling sound around them, and neither of them took the lead in speaking, although I don't know what this confrontation came from, Ji Yanlin's indifferent temperament suddenly realized this, and he felt quite naïve.

He turned his gaze away, his full and handsome face reflected in the light, indifferent and simple, with a gentle and calm smile on his face, he asked directly: "This gentleman, do we know each other?"

Mo Zun stood in place, and he said with an unfathomable expression: "I don't know." ”

"Then why ......" Ji Yanlin's eyebrows moved slightly, he couldn't understand why Mo Zun would be so hostile to him when he saw him for the first time.

Mo Zun turned his head, interesting, it was the first time he had encountered such an inconspicuous character.

If this person is a friend, everyone will be happy, but if it is an enemy, then it will be a very tricky existence!

He was just about to speak, but his eyes inadvertently noticed the woman staring ahead beside him in a daze, Mo Zun followed her gaze and skimmed away, and it was the painting that he looked at lightly.

Mo Zun raised his chin slightly and asked her, "What?"

Rong Qian's eyes moved lightly, she turned her head to look at him blankly, and when she saw the face that had blurred from the depths of her memory, and now she was like two people, her heart fluttered, and she came back to her senses at once.

Through that painting, she thought back to the beginning, when she was stupid, indulging in a moment of gentleness given by a man!

She silently turned around and walked out two steps, and she paused her body, and said to Mo Zun in a shallow voice: "Let's go back, I'm a little tired!"

"What's the hurry?" Mo Zun picked up an evil smile in the corner of his eyes, and he was unhurried: "Have you taken a fancy to that one?" ”

Treating women, Mo Zun has always been generous, the reason why he brought Rong Qian out today is just that he needs to have a female companion around him who can support the field, Mo Zun is too lazy to spend time choosing a woman, so he decided to be shallow early in the morning.

The matter was finished just now, and the scene was gone, and he didn't care about rewarding her with a tip.

Rong Qian lowered her head and long eyelashes to cover the look in her eyes, she pulled the corners of her mouth shallowly, not humble or silent, calm and elegant: "No." When the words fell, she felt that her tone was a little stiff, and she spoke again: "There is nothing I like!"

"Really?" Mo Zun stepped forward, his black leather shoes making a slight noise on the marble floor, and he came to the easel supporting the framed painting, and his voice was faint and uninhibited: "What about the painting called "Two People"?"

Rong Qian turned his head, and Mo Zun also happened to skim his gaze, his eyes were facing each other, and his gloomy pupils always had an intimidating light of inquiry.

Rong Qian quickly lowered her eyes, unconsciously, her tongue licked her dry lips slightly, and she said in a light voice: "I don't like it." ”

Turning around and just about to leave, there was a sudden sound of high heels falling to the ground in the corridor not far away, and the sound of falling step by step was particularly clear in this quiet art exhibition.

Ji Yanlin turned his eyes to look, and Mo Zun's gaze also glanced faintly at the entrance......

Rong Qian watched the person appear in front of her without warning, and she didn't even expect to meet.

Lu Jieran appeared because she heard that Master Cyril had come to participate in her exhibition, so she hurriedly came down from it, Master Cyril is a figure she has admired for a long time, and his works have been flocked to by many people over the years, scrambling to grab and even not get one.

About Master Cyril's deeds, from the time she first entered the university to her graduation...... Lu Jieran has been working towards their height, hoping that one day she can stand side by side with such a character and integrate into the circle that belongs to their master.

Now that I saw it, my heart was already in turmoil, as if it was about to hit out of my chest, and the excited look on Lu Jieran's face was suppressed by life.

She was about to walk over, her eyes saw Mo Zun behind Ji Yanlin, she paused slightly, and then her eyes subconsciously turned to the left, and when she clearly saw the girl standing in front of her opposite, Lu Jieran's excited expression froze on her face.

There were only the four of them in the empty living room, and the sudden silence seemed to amplify the noise outside.

Even the superficial discussion of the feelings of the paintings on the wall and the skills of the painters floated over clearly.

Rong Qian looked at the glamorous and beautiful dress not far away, a rose-red dress wrapped around her curvy body, maroon wavy hair on her shoulders, and Lu Jieran, who was as fashionable as a dazzling star......

She herself is even better than what she looks in the camera, talent and strength coexist, like a lucky person who has been kissed by God.

She is considered successful now, look, today's scene, there are already so many celebrities who praise her......

It's just that I don't know if what she has gained is her own or whether she has stolen it...... What is it that makes you what you are today?

Lu Jieran stared at Rong Qian with big eyes stained with heavy makeup, and when she really saw her former appearance from her slightly immature face, she subconsciously looked at the painting she placed in the center of the hall for exhibition for a moment in panic......

Where the painting was squatting, no one moved too much, and Lu Jieran's face was not very good.

She only felt that the temperature of her hands and feet had dropped to zero, and her legs were so heavy that she couldn't move a bit.

They looked at each other, and the undercurrent was surging, and the two men present could see it clearly.

Ji Yanlin's wise eyes didn't show any emotion, but when it landed on Rong Qian's body, it took a little brown depth, and a light light that was not easy to detect.

Mo Zun's hand with the black snake tattoo was inserted into his pocket, he raised his foot and paced to Rong Qian's side, the dark pupils glanced at Rong Qian, and shot at the woman who wanted to say something with her mouth open, but obviously couldn't say it.

Mo Zun's eyes narrowed, and he asked out loud, "Do you know each other?"

His tone fell, and the quiet scene was like being pressed into the space of a freeze-frame picture, and Lu Jieran finally stepped forward and walked over.

She had a smile on her face that was more ugly than crying, and greeted her: "Rong, Rong...... Is it really you?"

Rong Qian's face was expressionless, staring at Lu Jieran's eyes didn't even fluctuate a little, Rong Qian thought, she might really be a little sluggish, at this time, in the face of the person who obviously stole her paintings, she couldn't even make waves in her heart.

"yes, surprised?"

Otherwise, she wouldn't have asked the last sentence, right?

Of course Lu Jieran was surprised, her panicked look was afraid that she would tell the truth?

"No, no, it's great that you can come out......" Lu Jieran was a little incoherent: "When did you come out......?

Ji Yanlin stepped forward without a trace, and he asked in a mellow and pleasant voice between Rong Qian and Lu Jieran, "Do you two know each other?"

His appearance made Lu Jieran calm down all of a sudden, and her beautiful face like a charming azalea was fixed, Lu Jieran's gaze looked at Rong Qian again, and she explained to Master Cyril generously: "We used to be sisters and classmates, and we were fortunate to study together under Teacher Zhou. ”

"Oh?" Ji Yanlin was surprised, he didn't expect that there was such a relationship between them: "Why haven't I seen her?"

He was referring to shallowness.

Lu Jieran said a little astringently: "Rong Qian, something happened, that's why I ......"

She didn't explain, Ji Yanlin nodded in understanding, he looked at Rong Qian, stretched out his hand, and showed the male gentleman with a calm and calm breath: "Hello, I'm Ji Yanlin." ”、

Rong Qian looked at him, she didn't stretch out her hand, and the acquaintance with Ji Yanlin should not be in such a polite and formal way.

Rong Qian didn't like it, because every time she saw his face, she would think of Lu Chen.

Ji Yanlin raised her eyebrows, Lu Jieran was anxious about her attitude, and she hurriedly explained to Rong Qian: "Rong Qian, this is Master Cyril, the teacher we once admired. ”

Rong Qian's thoughts were a little confused, she shouldn't have been involved on an occasion like today, maybe if she didn't follow Mo Zun, she wouldn't have seen this......

Her paintings, which were robbed of the utilitarian and placed in the center of the hall, were exhibited to the public...... But it's someone else's name!

Especially at this time, Lu Jieran was anxious that she ignored the famous Master Cyril, and she only felt sarcastic hatred, when did her good sister and best friend become like this?

Master Cyril relies on strength, but what about her, Lu Jieran?

She said softly, "I don't know." ”

Lu Jieran panicked, she watched Ji Yanlin withdraw her hand, and she hurriedly apologized to Ji Yanlin: "Teacher Cyril, I'm sorry, Rong Qian hasn't painted for a long time, so ......"

Mo Zun, who had been standing beside him and had not spoken, said lazily: "It turns out that I really know." ”

The tone of surprise and the sudden realization of the ...... Rong Qian's heart suddenly tingled.

She remembered the memories for three years, and here in Mo Zun, she forgot everything completely.

Otherwise...... He wouldn't not know her, Lu Jieran, and Han Feifei, all of them had shown their faces in front of him at the beginning......

Rong Qian turned around and walked out, here she suddenly couldn't stay, maybe she has changed a lot in the past three years, so when she faced the people and things she used to have, she found herself stupid!

Rong Qian hadn't taken a few steps before his arm was suddenly grabbed by a force, and Lu Jieran's voice was very urgent, "Rong Qian, you finally came out, let's get together." ”

Rong Qian raised her head slightly, what are you gathering? Han Feifei's phone call, she buried three years of youth; Lu Jieran's exhibition was a theft of her achievements in exchange for fame and fortune......

Rong Qian suddenly felt very funny, her life turned out to be such a failure, friends stayed away from betrayal, and relatives avoided like snakes and saxes......

Rong Qian didn't look at Lu Jieran, she took out the hand on her arm, and was about to take a step, Lu Jieran said.

"Or how many phone calls do you have, and we'll make an appointment later?" Rong Qian, I have a lot to say to you, don't you want to hear me explain?"

Explanation – is it still necessary?

Rong Qiantou walked out of the hall without looking back, and only when she was away from the sight behind her did she breathe a little easier.

What happened today is like a flickering picture in a dream, and there is no truth at all.

And yet everything is so real!

Rong Qian walked out of the exhibition, she stood on the steps outside, the sun was dazzling overhead, the slight cold wind was blowing, and she didn't feel the slightest warmth.

Some are just cold, bone-oozing cold.

His wrist was suddenly grabbed, Mo Zun didn't say a word, he pulled Rong Qian to the Maybach parked on the side of the road, opened the passenger door, and plugged Rong Qian in.

The driver, who had been waiting, came out of the driver's seat, and Mo Zun waved his hand, signaling that he didn't have to follow.

The driver bowed respectfully, but Mo Zun did not leave, he was still standing in place.

Waiting for Mo Zun to sit in the driver's seat, he glanced at the silent woman beside him, obviously thinking far away, leaned over and pulled her seat belt buckle.

Rong Qian came back to her senses slightly, no matter what happened, she could hide it very well, and at this time, her voice was not half out of shape, and she said to Mo Zun: "You go to the front city and put me on the side of the road, I want to go home." ”

When she said home, she meant Li Shuzhen.

She didn't want to go back to the imperial city, and she didn't want to stay alone in the bedroom, sitting on the coffee table and wool carpet, watching the sun set and the night scene......

There is no one who can talk to her and be able to listen to her and tell her that she is not bad!

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