However, in just one noon, the originally somewhat simple and rough exhibition hall has undergone earth-shaking changes, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, even Qin Xi couldn't believe that this place was the exhibition hall where he originally held his art exhibition.

It can be said that having money is really deliberately doing whatever you want.

Qin Xi's paintings can only reach a medium level, there is nothing particularly outstanding, and there are many people who pretend to be chasing after it because of Shen's face, but Qin Xi is also very happy to paint.

It wasn't until something happened to the Shen family during this time, and he couldn't contact the painters and some old-timers who had been friends in the past, that Qin Xi felt a faint sense of loss in his heart.

But this time, Qin Xi didn't even know what kind of skills Lan Qi used, and she was able to invite so many important old-timers in the art world, even she thought she was dazzled.

"You're not mistaken, go ahead, you will regret it when the people leave," Lan Qi smiled and pushed Qin Xi, who was a little stiff beside her, and only when she saw people walking towards that side did she restrain the smile on her face.

Turning his head to look at the people around him, the momentum on his body suddenly changed, and Li Zhong, who saw that he was beside him, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Blue ...... Mr. Lan, I have already done what you ordered," Li Zhong bent over, not daring to look directly at the woman in front of him, but even so, he could still feel endless pressure.

It's like being pressed against a mountain on his back, the more he comes into contact with this person, the greater the shock and fear in Li Center, those drastic methods, even if he has been in the mall for decades, he can't help but be stunned.

I began to mourn for those people in my heart, and I rejoiced for myself.

The red wine in the glass has been half drunk by Lan Qi, and the smooth fingertips against the transparent glass look particularly exquisite, and many men on the field have stolen amazing glances, but no one dares to come forward to disturb because of Lan Qi's identity.

Li Zhong still lowered his head, and only the pair of black Martin boots that Lan Qi was stepping on in his eyes were in sight, the leather surface was polished, and the luster at the refraction seemed to have a cold temperature, which made people feel cold in their hearts.

"The original plan has been delayed, and someone will go to your place to pick up something."

Li Zhong heard a cold voice from the position above his head, but when he looked up again, there was no trace of the person just now in front of him, only the empty wine glass placed on the side meant that the person was still there.

There were still a little red wine stains on the wall of the cup that were slipping off, and finally condensed at the bottom of the cup, Li Zhong finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and looked around to see that no one noticed that he left the place.

Under the control of Lan Qi, the originally bleak art exhibition even became popular that day, attracting more and more people to come to watch.

For those who have authority, everyone chooses to blindly follow, even if Qin Xi's paintings are generally highly praised.

On the second day of the exhibition, Lan Qi did not go back.

Sitting in the quiet bedroom, Lan Qi leaned on the head of the bed and held her tablet and was playing a game, but she was in an unusually irritable mood after losing several games in a row.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Lan Qi threw the tablet aside in her hand in a deflated manner.

He paused when he touched a small silver key on the bedside table.

It's been a long time since she's been back to that place.

The key in his hand was cold, and there was a dull pain when he touched the wound, but Lan Qi still didn't let go, just put on his shoes and left the bedroom.