The man hesitated, as if to ask how the men could tell.

Then he lowered his voice and said to Song Guoguo:

"They said that "Love" is now in their hands, and with their knowledge of Caroline's work, this painting of yours is definitely not painted by Caroline!"

"Impossible!"

Song Guoguo's brows furrowed tightly, ""Suo Ai" is obviously in the Bo family now, how can these people have ......?"

"It's true," said the man, "I don't know how they got it, but I saw the picture, and it's definitely Love." ”

Without waiting for Song Guoguo to reply, the man hurriedly said:

"Miss, if you have time, you should come over quickly, they say that our gallery cheats customers, these paintings are fake, look at them like that, it seems that they don't see the real thing, they will never stop, what should we do now?"

"Are you a trash?" Song Guoguo's tone was displeased, "You won't kick them out when they make trouble?" I give you so much money every month for nothing? You can't do this little thing, what are you going to eat! ”

"It's gone, but their identities don't seem to be ordinary," the man swallowed, "It seems to have something to do with Madame Bo's side!" ”

Hearing Mrs. Bo, Song Guoguo's heart sighed, if it really has something to do with Bo Xiuye's mother, then it is very likely that they have really seen "Suo Ai"! After all, "Suo Ai" is now in the hands of Mrs. Bo.

"Miss, no, they're going to smash the gallery!"

"What?!" Song Guoguo was shocked, he couldn't care so much, "Listen, I don't care what method you use, I must stabilize them first, I'll come over and find a way right away!" ”

"Miss, you'd better come over as soon as possible!" The man's voice was suddenly flustered,

"I just asked people to check, and these people seem to be quite famous in the oil painting world, and several of them are famous oil painting masters in the industry! There are many apprentices underneath, and they are all over the world, and there are even people from the Keynes family, which is a well-known killer organization, and we can't afford to offend this kind of person at all! ”

"Damn, how could someone of this status come to the gallery?"

Song Guoguo just relied on the fact that the people who came to the gallery didn't understand art, and they were all rich and noble people who wanted to buy paintings and decorate the façade, so they dared to use Caroline's name so arrogantly.

But shouldn't these bigwigs grab paintings at auctions!

What are you doing in a small gallery?!

***

Carlos had gray hair, which he tied up into a ponytail.

He is about 50 years old, but he does not look old, but has the steady and handsome air of a mature man and the amorous and romantic style that belongs to an oil painter.

He sat on the barstool, his fingers playing with the brush, his eyebrows and eyes with the slightest signs of age showing a romantic color, and whenever he saw a beautiful woman passing by in the gallery, he would throw a wink.

The man next to him, who was about the same age as him, kicked him, and his tone was cold and hard: "Don't be sassy, is this gallery still smashed?" ”

Carlos looked at his cold face and sighed faintly: "Kane, you have to be patient, when Huining comes, I really should let her teach you well, what is wisdom waiting...... Eh, eh—"

Carlos's neckline was grabbed by someone, and the whole person was lifted up by the cold-faced man, who said in an irritable and impatient cold voice: "No more nonsense, you just get out with these paintings!" ”

"Little Eun, you are so ruthless."

Carlos gave him an aggrieved look, and Kane coldly threw him back in his chair.

The tall and long body took a few steps, took out the gun, his eyebrows were cold, and put the muzzle of the gun against the temple of the man who had just finished talking to Song Guoguo.

His handsome face was cold: "When will she come?" ”

The cold and extremely cold tone is colder and harder than the ice of Antarctica.

As soon as the man in charge saw the gun, his legs were weak, and he trembled: "We, our eldest lady said that we would be there later......

"Wait?" The voice was cold to the bone.

The frozen man shuddered, "No, it's soon, it's really coming soon." ”

The people who came to see the painting next to him saw him take out his gun, their faces turned white, and they screamed and wanted to rush out of the door, but Carlos stopped them, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this is not a real gun, let's have fun!" ”

Kane was noncommittal, still with a cold face, but only the man who was being held against knew that this was a real gun, with a heavy coldness and chill.

When the people around heard this, although they were still a little afraid, they thought that no one would come out so blatantly, and they immediately put their hearts at ease.

When they all dispersed, Carlos called the bodyguards over and separated the place so as not to cause a sensation.

Then he came over and patted Kane on the shoulder and sighed. "Don't fight and kill at every turn, what if you hurt flowers and plants? Well, put the gun away, this is country Z, not country M. ”

Kane pushed his hand away with a cold face, didn't say a word, and the next second, he put the gun back.

Disan, who had returned from a stroll around the gallery, was surprised by his behavior, his fingertips with black nail polish casually playing with a sharp knife, and his careless eyes lowered, the tip of which scraped lightly on the painting.

Only the thin wax fell off, which showed that her knife skills were extra superb.

"I see," she said in a lazy elongated tone with bright red lips, "there really isn't a painting of Caroline here." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the palm of her hand turned, and the thin white fingertips held the dagger, and the tip of the knife stabbed directly towards the oil painting called "Cat", and pierced deeply into the wall, but she pulled out the knife with a smile as if she hadn't seen it, and continued to stab it, as if she was playing a game.

Again and again.

The eyebrows and eyes are relaxed and indifferent, but the legs of the men who look at them are even softer, and they feel that their casual and wanton appearance is more terrifying than a murderer.

After stabbing more than a dozen times in a row, and the whole painting was in tatters, she "tsked", as if she was extremely disgusted, and kicked away the fragments of the painting.

Carlos saw that the two of them were simply lawless, and suddenly felt that his head was big, "Sangsang, let's be civilized, don't start at every turn-"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Guoguo's sharp cry came from the door, she rushed over, picked up the fragments, and looked at Disan angrily: "Who are you, why did you break my painting!" ”

Disan raised a good-looking smile, but his eyes were cold without any temperature, and he glanced her up and down: "Are you Caroline?" ”

Song Guoguo said: "I ......"

Seeing Disan's contemptuous and indifferent eyes, Song Guoguo clenched his fists, "What am I doing, isn't it what?" ”

Disan lowered his eyes slightly, his fingers brushed over the sharp tip of the knife, raised his eyes, and smiled: "It's not good, it's just going to make trouble for you." ”