"Hmm!" Fu Shuangshuang said so, and Feng Yange no longer insisted on it.

So far, there has only been one high-priced painting of 9 million on the market, and there is no one with a higher price than 9 million.

When Fu Shuangshuang squinted and was about to fall asleep at this boring auction, the "flower garden" appeared on the stage!

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she clearly heard in her ears that the host was asking for one million.

At the beginning, it was sold for 3,000 yuan, and now it has risen to 1 million...... Fu Shuangshuang wanted to die.

A million......

Forget it, she has seen 100 billion people, what is 100 million.

Then I heard someone bidding below.

"1.1 million."

"1.2 million."

"1.5 million."

“……”

Fu Shuangshuangzhi wanted to cover his ears, the price was getting higher and higher, An Zichu in the stands was smiling like a flower, but her heart was bleeding......

She really owed it at the time, so she sold it for 3,000 yuan! I knew that it would be good to sell for 30,000 yuan, but I really regretted not being at the beginning...... It's a loss to the heart.

"What's that look on your face?" Feng Yange narrowed his eyes.

"I just can't see her, and I can't see the expression that the painting should have." Fu Shuangshuang responded.

"That painting has an enmity with you?"

"Sort of."

"Then I bought it and tore it up."

Fu Shuangshuang glanced at him, "Then I'd rather you give me money and let me tear my ...... one by one."

"I'm afraid that money will tear you up, and I will tear off my hand." Feng Yan Ge came to a long sentence.

I really don't know how rich this man is.

I heard the bidding again, and it had soared to "2 million".

Fu Shuangshuang sighed deeply.

"Ten million."

Grandma's, it's all 10 million! Fu Shuangshuang gritted his teeth in grief...... However, he suddenly found that the person who said "10 million" was sitting next to him.

"Are you stupid? Ten million? ”

"Huh?" Feng Yange frowned, "You dare to say I'm stupid?" ”

"No, no, no, didn't I mean to say that I wouldn't shoot it, how could I still buy it? And it's still so high! ”

"I do." He dropped such a sentence, and the host on the stage happily announced the result, all the cameras pointed at Feng Yange's body, and the light shone in her eyes, which felt particularly dazzling.

He let go of Fu Shuangshuang's waist and walked straight to the stage, where the tall figure stood out in the crowd, and then took a microphone from a reporter.

Fu Shuangshuang could only watch from the audience, and saw An Zichu's eyes flashing with excitement.

"Mr. Feng, I didn't expect you to come to cheer me on." An Zichu saw Feng Yange, raised his eyebrows and smiled, stepped forward, and still complimented Feng Yange.

Feng Yange ignored An Zichu, holding the microphone but looking at the camera, which made An Zichu's smiling face laugh nowhere to laugh, and his face froze, which was particularly embarrassing.

Fu Shuangshuang was in no mood to watch it. His money is burned in a panic, don't burn it on An Zichu, or is it actually that kind of ambiguous relationship between the two people.

Fu Shuangshuang clenched his palms, and the grievances for a while turned into resentment.

The host on the stage said a bunch of flattering words, but Feng Yange naturally didn't pay much attention to it.

An Zichu smiled and congratulated: "This picture with the theme of 'happiness' now belongs to Mr. Feng, I didn't expect that the painting I completed in three weeks would be favored by Mr. Feng." ”

"In three weeks, I was able to adjust the tens of thousands of colors on this picture, and I have to admire Miss An's excellent painting skills." The corners of Feng Yange's lips raised a slight smile, and the corner of his eyes looked at Fu Shuangshuang not far away.

There is no problem with the content of Feng Yange's speech, but the contempt revealed in it is overflowing.

This painting is not complicated to trace, but it does use tens of thousands of color adjustments, and it took her a year to adjust the colors before she got the final result.

There are still a lot of paints, because the school doesn't have them, Fu Shuangshuang specially asked Song Jingqiao to find them for her.

An Zichu frowned, but still calmly explained: "I bought the paint early in the morning, so I can finish it so quickly." ”

Feng Yange hooked his lips and smiled, "Oh, it turns out that the color doesn't need to be adjusted, just buy it?" ”

An Zichu was stunned.

Feng Yange continued to ask, "I don't know how Miss An's so-called 'happiness' is embodied?" ”

An Zichu clenched her palms, and among the crowd who followed Feng Yange's gaze, she saw Fu Shuangshuang sitting in the audience, a touch of panic flashed on her face, she clenched her palms, pursed her lips and said: "The meaning of 'happiness' is revealed from the colorful coloring in the painting, as well as the beautiful meaning of flowers. ”

Feng Yange opened his slender legs and walked towards the painting called "Flower Garden", his eyebrows pondered, "Hey, why don't you see flowers and leaves in this painting?" ”

All the reporters also turned their eyes to that place, and they immediately sighed repeatedly: "I didn't see green, why didn't there be flowers and leaves or green grass?" ”

Anzi looked at it intently, and found that there were indeed no flowers and leaves in the painting, and continued: "In order to express a positive feeling, I deliberately used warm colors, the grass leaves are green, and the cold colors seem out of place in them, so I have not added them. ”

The corners of Feng Yange's mouth unconsciously pursed a smile, and he said in a low voice: "Can ...... I seem to see another little grass! ”

The grass is at the edge of the corner, and it is also the most easily ignored, the whole area is dominated by orange, red and yellow, and the dark color is no longer noticed.

According to what Fu Shuangshuang said before, the moral of the painting is obvious, that little grass is in the prosperous world, with bright flowers to depict the pressure of the outside world, the grass is overwhelmed, but still with her head held high and competing with the flowers.

An Zichu's face suddenly turned pale, and a group of reporters gave the painting a big close-up again, and under the leadership of Feng Yange, there was a burst of exclamations.

"There really is."

"I saw it too."

"The original author doesn't know if there is one?"

……

The surroundings had to question An Zichu, "Did she paint this painting?" ”

After a series of mistakes, An Zichu's face stiffened, and he helped him on the desk with one hand, and his body was overwhelmed.

Feng Yange raised his eyebrows and smiled charmingly, "As the original author, how could you not know the details of your paintings?" ”

"Miss An, did you paint this painting?" The reporter pressed Xiang An Zichu, and his words were quite sharp.

"I painted this picture, the author is me, I just ...... It's just that I'm uncomfortable today...... "An Zichu bit his lip," his spirit was a little trance, so he ...... That's why ......"

"Really?" Feng Yan Geyun asked lightly.

An Zichu took a step back, closed his eyes, and fainted directly towards Feng Yange.

Only Feng Yange turned to one side slightly, but when he heard a muffled sound, An Zichu fell heavily to the ground, and saw the woman on the ground grinning because of the pain, but pretending to be unconscious and unable to make a sound.

Feng Yange sneered and walked straight off the stage.

Then reporters flocked to ask An Zichu, and the scene was chaotic.

Feng Yange handed the microphone to Fu Shuangshuang, "I got the microphone for you, I also said what I should say, and I'll leave the rest to you, you can do whatever you want, with me, don't be afraid of anything." ”

Feng Yange hooked her lips and smiled, looking at Fu Shuangshuang, her gentle eyes seemed to be black swirls, and she was about to sink into it when she looked at it again, "You already knew that I painted this painting?" ”

"Hmm."

"Then why do you use 10 million to shoot it, obviously the price is only 1 million, even if someone bids, it only mentions 2 million, you use 10 million to auction, aren't you a big loss?"

"In my opinion, your painting is better than any other work on the field, and in my mind, it should be more expensive than other paintings." The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the smile was imprinted in her eyes, but he felt twelve points of tenderness.

He put his long arms around her slender waist, "The value of the existence of a work of art is that someone can appreciate it, and it happens that I appreciate it, and it is priceless in my heart......"

Listening to her ears and engraved in her heart, this work is priceless in his heart......

"According to your words, I am poor and only have money left, so I don't need to feel distressed!" The deeper the smile in Feng Yange's clear eyes, she was a little stunned.

"Who...... Who is distressed. Fu Shuangshuang's face turned red, turned around and left immediately, but the shoes under his feet were more than ten centimeters.

Hooked by the long arm again, with a little force, it fell into his arms.

"You don't have to worry about things here, what should these reporters do naturally, are you hungry, let's go eat." Feng Yange smiled at her, and the reflections in her pupils were all her.

Her face immediately flushed, and her eyes immediately looked away, "Okay, you just let go of me and go to dinner." ”

He let go of his hand slightly, but his arm was still wrapped around her waist, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Whatever you want."

"But let me do what you say, don't resist when the time comes."

She doesn't speak the language, and she is not familiar with the country, so she knows what to eat here, "It's up to you, let's find a place quickly." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she exclaimed.

"Hey, what are you doing...... Feng Yange reached under her knee with his long arm and hugged the person.

"Find a place and eat you." After Feng Yange's eyebrows and feet were slightly raised, his bewitching eyes flashed.

"Didn't you say you'd go to dinner?"

"I decided to eat you first and then eat." And only she can feed him.

"But I want to eat first, Feng Yange, you let me go."

"Having the waiter prepare dinner in the room will definitely not leave you hungry."

But the result was that after he asked for it for a while, Fu Shuangshuang was not in the mood to eat again, and he didn't have any strength to lean on her arms.

And at the table outside the presidential suite, the meal was cold.

She asked faintly, "When are we going back?" ”

"I finally came out, and I just want to go back?" He ruffled the strands of hair that had scattered across her forehead, fingers running over her rosy cheeks.

She shook her head.

She only felt that going back and not going back, as long as Feng Yange was by her side, she felt that there should not be much difference, as long as she was still in bed...... As long as she's still pressed against him......

It's just a change of place!

The result is all the same.