Chapter 55: Sick Painters and Models (13)

Half an hour later, the fire was stopped.

But "Glamorous Killing" was not saved, only a pair of frame wreckage remained, which hung pitifully in the center of the exhibition hall.

Jiang Rin, the perpetrator of the crime, who was surrounded by many security guards, stood in place, and his expression was light and light, and he opened his mouth to tell you that the weather is really good.

Qin Sheng saw Jiang Rin for the first time, and the other party gave him an indescribable feeling, as if he was entangled in danger, and the moment he came into contact, he would be wiped out.

And, the woman standing next to Jiang Rin, although the expression on her face looked timid, based on the summary of years of experience, Qin Sheng, who was accustomed to seeing people's warmth and coldness, her camouflage skills were insignificant.

"Why did you destroy the painting?"

Qin Sheng stepped forward, he frowned, and asked puzzledly, he had seen that painting, it was admittedly not good, and it was not enough to burn it.

Jiang Rin raised his head indifferently, his gloomy and dark eyes as bottomless as a pit looked at Qin Sheng, and said lightly, "It has no value in existing." ”

"It's your work, I can't question anything, it's just ...... You don't have to choose this kind of time to ruin it. Qin Sheng pursed his lips, his tone dissatisfied.

Jiang Rin smiled and wantonly flamboyantly, "It's my business when I choose to ruin it, as for the rest, for me, it doesn't make any sense." ”

Jiang Rin didn't care when he destroyed the painting, but this time it just happened to be in passing.

Qin Sheng understood that the matter had come to this point, and there was nothing to say, so he asked the security guards to let them go.

After Jiang Rin finished speaking, he took Lan Qing and walked downstairs, when Lan Qing turned around, he glanced at Qin Sheng a few times, the top male protagonist has neither the arrogance of the usual male protagonist, straight male cancer thoughts, nor the overlord-style remarks, he is a very down-to-earth president.

It's a pity.

Sensing Lan Qing's extra attentive gaze, Jiang Rin subconsciously clenched her hand, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her speed increased a little, Lan Qing couldn't catch up with his pace.

The two walked all the way to the outside of the exhibition, the sky was still clear just now, and now there were showers crackling, stratus clouds, a dark cloud shrouded, the sky was gray, and the raindrops rolled down to the ground like jade beads and splashed water.

Jiang Rin's pace in front of him became slower and slower, and finally stopped at a place where there was only one meter left from the eaves to block the rain, Lan Qing was about to ask him how to walk, but he turned around and hugged Lan Qing fiercely, and the strength was so great that she almost couldn't breathe for a moment.

She was forced to put her feet on her feet, leaning her head on his shoulder, Jiang Rin half-bent over, one hand climbed on the back of her neck, the fingers on the back of her neck were cold, she heard Jiang Rin ask her in a low voice, "Why do you want to look back at him?" ”

This should be Qin Sheng.

Lan Qing's eyes rolled, and she just wanted to explain.

"Do you want to run away from me? I played a very well-behaved role today, I thought you would take the opportunity to find someone to save you, and you would take the opportunity to escape. ”

Jiang Rin couldn't hide the loneliness in his heart.

Why didn't she run away?

She looked so scared of herself, she forced her to have that relationship with herself, she shouldn't have ...... Did you take advantage of this great opportunity to leave?

The rough fingertips caressed the slender and smooth back of his neck, the sound of raindrops seemed so clear and blurred in his ears, he didn't hear Lan Qing's answer, but heard his calm and powerful heartbeat, as usual, thumping.

The raindrops seemed to drip into his heart, and Lan Qing listened to him slowly say the next sentence, like an inducement, revealing words intertwined with despair and hope.

"Lan Qing...... You won't, like me, right? ”