"In the words of your mother-in-law, that is, before my brother died, I was a wreck who spent days and nights playing with mud in the art gallery."

Mu Nian'an was stunned, she looked at the man in front of her blankly. It's really ...... It's hard to associate the noble, elegant and confident Blood Emperor in front of him with the artist he said was playing with mud in the art gallery day and night!

Quan Shaoting, the Emperor of Blood, should be an exquisite three-piece suit, cufflinks, ties, and watches, all of which are not a delicate image. He is either sitting in the office remotely controlling the huge money-making machine of Huanyu Group, or he is pointing out the country in the conference room and scolding Fang Xuan.

What does an artist look like?

Mu Nianan doesn't understand art, and she doesn't have any artistic cells, she can imagine it. An artist should be the one with messy hair, unkempt hair, and the kind of person who forgets to sleep and eat for a work of art...... The feeling of being very decadent and high.

Mr. Quan? Artist?

How acceptable is this!

Maybe it was Mu Nian'an's stupid appearance that amused Quan Shaoting. The corners of Mr. Quan's mouth were raised high, and he was quite satisfied with her reaction.

"Ma'am, scared?"

Mu Nianan swallowed his saliva and nodded his head with difficulty, "I'm a little scared." ”

Even if she was killed, she couldn't even think of the previous President Quan...... It's actually an artist who plays with mud?!

She finally knows now, why she felt that this villa was so incompatible with Mr. Quan from the first time she stood in front of this villa. This villa really doesn't look like Mr. Quan's home!

It seems that she doesn't have any artistic cells. At least she can feel that this villa, which even has a romantic atmosphere of an artist even the creepers on the walls, is too incompatible with the image of Mr. Quan.

She had felt before that the person who lived in this villa should not be the blood emperor who was feared by the business community in the capital. It should be the kind of lazy and romantic, particularly casual, and already famous artist in the film works.

Quan Zong......

Mu Nian'an was difficult and difficult, and tried to associate the president in front of him, who was full of elite atmosphere, with this house.

No, we can't get in touch. Even if he had confessed it to her personally, she still couldn't get in touch!

Life...... What a fuck......

Quan Shaoting took her hand and stood in front of a sculpture covered with a white cloth. His gaze was deep. Mu Nianan looked at him sideways.

There was still a bit of blood in his deep eyes, and the corners of his mouth, which were already slightly drooping, were even sharper like knives at the moment. The muscles under his eyes even twitched violently.

She thought that this work of art must be very important to him. It means a lot to him. She could clearly see it in his eyes.

"Mr. Quan-" Mu Nian'an took a step before Quan Shaoting reached out to uncover the white cloth, and slammed down the back of his hand, "You know me, I don't have any artistic cells at all, it's Van Gogh and Monet, I can't understand their works at all." Not only did I not understand it, but I even thought it was quite inexplicable. What's so good about these things, and why have they become treasures of mankind? Still don't read it, right? I really don't understand. ”

Quan Shaoting smiled, "Knowing that Madam is a person without any artistic cells, I won't ask your opinion." ”

Mu Nianan shook his head frantically, "No, no, don't show me." If you don't ask me, I'm afraid that I can't help but complain about what these things are. Not good, not good. I've always been reluctant to dabble in things I don't understand, and I don't even want to look at them. Because I can't understand it, I waste my time, and the owner of the work will be unhappy. ”

The sculptures under the white cloth slightly reveal some traces and outlines.

Mu Nian'an took the initiative to pull Quan Shaoting's wrist, and subconsciously took a second look before moving away from the only work in the room that was covered with a white cloth.

She thought, this sculpture ...... It's the one who carved, right? From the outline, she could probably see that it should be a carved bust.

This is the reason why she dare not and is unwilling to let Quan Shaoting lift the white cloth.

He was so honest with her that he didn't even have a fig leaf. But she ...... But I hope they don't be so honest with each other. She was really scared, after he lifted the white cloth, the sculpture revealed was a bust of Zhao Yinger.

And what about her...... It's really going to break down.

Although she already knew that his Bai Yueguang was Zhao Ying'er, she knew that she knew. When this fig leaf is actually lifted, it is a completely different feeling.

And she, not so indestructible, can still face this with a smile.

"Mr. Quan, are these your works?"

Because there are so many sculptures on display in the room, there are so many that there are too many to stop. Mu Nianan had to take the initiative to let go of Quan Shaoting's hand, and the two of them shuttled sideways among the countless sculptures one after the other.

"Well, it's all my work. Some of them were bought by art companies or personal collectors, some of them were given to friends by me, and the rest of the works are all here. ”

Mu Nianan wanted to get to know the artist Kwon Shaoting, but ...... Sadly, she couldn't read a single one. In her eyes, these sculptures are ...... It's really like a kid pinching out of mud......

What sculptures, what artistry, she can't understand a dime.

He's her sweetheart, and she wants to get to know him. I want to know who he has been sealed with his own hands. It's a pity that she really can't read it. Not to mention understanding it, she even thinks ...... What kind of garbage is this!

The shape is clear and quirky, or rounded, or sharp. The only sculpture she could understand was probably a portrait sculpture. And she can't understand the subtleties, she can only understand, well, this carved image! Particularly expressive! Well, this carving is not good, it doesn't look like it at all.

Her ability to appreciate ...... That's it.

But Mu Nian'an looked very seriously and focused. It looks like a particularly knowledgeable art manager of investment products, who is in the exhibition hall with sharp eyes selecting potential works and the owners who create them.

Mu Nian comforted the very delicate sculpture that had been polished, and outlined in his mind how Quan Shaoting used the carving knife to polish it little by little and decorate inch by inch with a carving knife.

She caressed the sculptures, as if she were caressing him many years ago.

Did his hands, stained with blood and money, ever pick up a carving knife?

Mu Nian'an tilted his head and looked at his hands that naturally drooped at his sides.

It's still the pair of hands that are good to see, with well-defined bones, slender fingers, and very neatly trimmed nails. The cufflinks of his pajamas, faintly revealing his watch.

I can't imagine what it would be like to pick up a carving knife with both hands.

Mu Nianan shook his head and smiled, his eyes lit up, and he jumped out in three or two steps, "Mr. Quan, is this the Golden Hall in Vienna?!" ”

She excitedly pointed to a sculpture she finally knew, and she was very excited.

Quan Shaoting walked up to her slowly, "Hmm." Lingbi was cornered in the country by his father, and he was ready to come to me. At that time, I was doing a traveling exhibition, and I was in Vienna. Vienna gave me a lot of inspiration, and after the tour, I stayed in Vienna. From my house, I can see the Golden Hall of Vienna, and the view is very good. ”

As he spoke, Quan Shaoting pointed to the three strangely shaped sculptures on the ground, which were still incomprehensible to Mu Nian'an.

"There are five pieces in total, and it is complete."

Although Mu Nian'an couldn't understand it, she had a strong ability to reason logically, and she asked: "Putting it all together, it's the panorama you see from your home, right?" ”

"Madame is so smart."

"And what about the other one?" Mu Nian'an asked casually.

"It was snatched away by Ye Lingbi." Quan Shaoting replied lightly, "He said that he likes to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows at night to enjoy the scenery, stand high and see far away, everything becomes very small, and he is trampled under his feet." ”

Mu Nianan chuckled, "Ye Dong must have robbed a lot." ”

Because she vaguely remembers that Ye Lingbi and Ye Dong are also the largest art investment businessmen in China. Because Ye Lingbi doesn't understand artists at all, he doesn't spend sky-high prices to buy artworks for appreciation and appreciation, he does it to make money. Just to make money. Therefore, he can only be regarded as an art investment businessman, not an art collector.

Quan Shaoting propped up a carving with one hand, and thought about it sideways, "Ye Lingbi should be my biggest buyer." ”

"Wow!" Mu Nian'an couldn't be happy, "Ye Dong is interesting enough, too supportive." ”

can open their own touring exhibitions, Quan Shaoting...... Artist Quan Shaoting, should be very successful, right? She can't understand these sculptures, but there are many people who can appreciate them and have the ability to appreciate them.

It's a shame to think about it. She, a person with black eyes, actually got an exclusive exhibition for VVIP.

Quan Shaoting looked at these works carved by him one by one, and his eyes were very profound. But there is no nostalgia and reluctance.

Mu Nian'an suddenly wanted to hug him, and she did so.

She stood on her tiptoes among the two sculptures, gently wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her cheek against his chest, very lightly, for fear of rubbing against his wound.

"Mr. Quan, if you want to be yourself, it's difficult, right? It's so difficult for ordinary people to be themselves, let alone you. Mother-in-law's personality...... She would tolerate you picking up a carving knife and opening her own touring exhibition. ”

The years when he played with the clay carving knife must have been the most relaxing and happiest time for him.

"It's not easy." Quan Shaoting gently stroked her head, "If it weren't for my brother, I wouldn't have time to be myself for a few years." ”

"Because my brother is here, my brother bears the burden of responsibility for the power family and the world, so I can live any kind of life I like. I got my bachelor's degree from the London Business School, which is your mother-in-law's last bottom line. After graduating from business school, I went to Paris. My brother paid me to open an art gallery, nominally to let me run the gallery, but in fact, he gave me a free space without being disturbed. Let me be myself in the gallery. ”

Hearing this, Mu Nianan didn't feel sorry for Quan Shaoting, who couldn't do what he liked because he was born in a quan family. Whether you are from a wealthy family or an ordinary family, it is very difficult to be yourself. Many people have to give up their favorite dreams because of their livelihood, and they become busy and mediocre in order to make ends meet.

What is there to worry about Quan Shaoting? The things that happened to him were the ones that almost everyone would encounter.

How many children's dreams have been broken by reality.

She was just very envious, very envious, and a little jealous.

"Mr. Quan, your brother is so good. He protects you so much, and you have shouldered the burden of responsibility as the son of the powerful family. You can steal a few years to be yourself. ”

"Not only in the years in the art gallery, but before my brother died, he carried the burden of responsibility alone."