Chapter 182: Gu Yuyan: I squirted out a sip of drink

"Sneer......"

Gu Jinyu was successfully amused by her shameless appearance.

She was also panicked, otherwise it would be impossible to subconsciously and directly deny her identity.

Everyone who has a little brain knows that since he has already taken the painting, he has the confidence to say who he is.

You shouldn't have denied your identity in the first place.

Thinking of this, Gu Jinyu's smile became colder and colder.

“...... Am I innocent and need to prove it to you? ”

Wen Wu's lips trembled, she couldn't have imagined the little sister in front of her who was recognized by everyone.

It will be the famous Qingwu.

"Y-you're lying."

"You're the one who lied!" Gu Jinyu stepped forward, her face showed a faction of aggressiveness, she tilted her head, her neck sleeves were long and fair, the neckline slightly exposed the deep suprasternal fossa, and the delicate collarbone loomed.

It adds a sense of coldness.

She turned on her phone and quickly logged into a Weibo post.

It was since Tang Ying's incident came out, Sun Qi specially set up a Weibo for her.

Officially certified clear.

Gu Jinyu raised her mobile phone in front of Wen Wu, and looked at her with a smile: "...... Still skeptical? Pal? ”

Lin You stared at his little junior sister and couldn't help but sigh: Master is still very accurate in looking at people this time.

The children who came out of the Gu family have a lot of courage.

Gu Yuyan was arrogant and uninhibited at that time, unwilling to learn carving and treasure appreciation, and unwilling to stain calligraphy and painting.

In fact, his talent is so high, if he had worshiped Master five years ago, he might have the same position as himself at this moment.

However, at that time, he desperately wanted to box.

Hey, the young man is full of spirit, and he doesn't want to fiddle with calligraphy and painting elegantly.

Gu Jinwei sneered, her face full of disdain: "Miss Wangwen understands that each of my paintings has applied for copyright protection, if you don't destroy this painting now...... I can ask a lawyer to sue you. ”

"And ...... As Kiyo himself, I don't want you to continue to slander my reputation, after all...... I don't have a friend of bad character like you. ”

"-Poof!"

Gu Yuyan, who was holding a drink, just walked out, and when he heard this, he squirted out directly.

"Ahem, what did you say?!" He wiped his mouth, his face full of disbelief.

My own little five, is ...... Is it your own idol Qingwu?

What international jokes?

Xun Lao glanced at Gu Yuyan, and his expression seemed to say, 'What do you look like'

is extremely disgusted, as if seeing the green flower in the countryside.

Gu Jinyu stood in front of Wen Wu and took the painting in her hand.

An extremely gentle smile suddenly appeared on her pale little face.

"I'm not the kind of person who is unapproachable...... I don't care. ”

'Shhh

Slow and methodical, playful expression.

Wen Wu froze in place, her fists clenched tightly, her fingertips embedded in the palms of her hands.

But she felt no pain.

Gu Jinyu raised her eyes and looked at her faintly, seeing that her expression was stiff and painful.

She curled the corners of her lips in satisfaction, and the movements of her hands were unhurried.

After a few clicks, the painting in his hand was directly torn apart.

Even if it was plagiarized by Wen Wu, it was a work she had worked so hard to paint.

Tearing up her work in front of her is tantamount to destroying her dreams.

But...... What kind of dream can she talk about when she despicably steals the hard-earned works of others?

Wen Wu's tears fell down her eyes without warning.

She clearly realized that Gu Jinyu tore up her painting in front of Xun Lao, which not only ruined her pride...... Or trample on her shame.

Lin Qiu frowned, finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Little Five...... She can't get your grades even if she copied yours, and if you tear up her paintings, how can she still learn from her teacher? Xun Lao is still there. ”