Looking at the pink-eyed figure in front of her, Ye Qinyu pondered about this woman's words, her red lips hooked slightly, and she slowly spoke:

"I'm sorry, but I just happened to have a crush on this painting, and I'm not going to let it out."

Listening to her refusal words, the brown eyebrows of the woman in front of her above the pink sunglasses slowly wrinkled, the bright red lips pulled down, and said again:

"Why not, I said it, I won't let you suffer, it's a big deal I'll pay three times the price."

Glancing at the bright red lips that were closed together, she held the frame in her arms, raised her eyes, and smiled:

"I don't think my love for paintings should be measured by money, right?"

Refused, the other party's fat short fingers wearing a big pink diamond ring lifted, pinched the pink sunglasses, ripped off the sunglasses, and the eyes surrounded by exaggerated eyelashes rolled over, and then stared straight at her:

"Really not negotiable?"

Looking at the pink woman in front of her, she shrugged her shoulders, turned sideways, stretched out her hand, took the cash slip from the white-haired old man's hand, and handed the frame over so that the latter could wrap it in paper, after all, if it did, it would not be very good.

Waiting for the old man to skillfully wrap the frame with brown paper, she turned her face sideways and smiled at the pink woman:

"I'm sorry."

Staring straight at the smile on her face, the pink woman's eyes narrowed, and a sharp light flashed between them.

As if she didn't notice that she was stared at by this pink woman, she stood leisurely, and took advantage of this free time to turn her admiring gaze to the paintings around her.

Looking at her leisurely appearance, the pink woman's eyes were about to squint, and with the squinting movement, the light projected from the gap was also sharper.

Seeing that Ye Qinyu was unmoved, the pink woman stared at her, then turned to the white-haired old store manager who was packing for her, raised her chin slightly, and said proudly:

"Store manager, I want this painting, it's the same if you sell it to me, how much she paid, I will buy it from you three times, you can still make more money, return the money to her."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to Ye Qinyu, who was concentrating on the paintings around him.

Although Ye Qinyu was looking at the oil paintings around her, she could still hear the words of the pink woman, she frowned slightly, and turned her gaze to the pink woman and the white-haired old man.

I saw that the white-haired old man was using a green ribbon in his hand to tie up the frame wrapped in brown paper, and when he heard the pink woman's words, he raised his eyes, looked through his reading glasses, and looked at the pink woman.

His eyes gradually rose up, and a lying "Chuan" word appeared on his forehead under the white hair, he glanced at the pink woman, then took his gaze back, and fell back on the ribbon in his hand, tied a beautiful bow casually, and hummed:

"This painting has been sold, how can there be any reason to resell it, this guest, you should take a look at the others, old man, my shop is small, but it will never sell fakes."

After speaking, he didn't look at the woman, raised his hand and wrapped it neatly, and handed it to Ye Qinyu with a bow with a green ribbon on it.

She smiled slightly, reached out and took it:

"Thank you."

After taking it, she lowered her head and opened her small bag, the size of this picture frame, just enough to put it in, she put it away, and the corner of her eye swept the pink woman stunned aside, looked at the white-haired old man, and then looked at her, and snorted coldly:

"You guys are really ...... Do you know who I am, a good painting is definitely more valuable in my hands than in other people's hands, do you understand? ”

By the end, her voice had sharpened a little.

Hearing this, Ye Qinyu raised her eyes a little funny, looked at the pink woman who was panting, and said:

"Well, I don't think there's a question of whose hands the painting is more valuable."

After she finished speaking, she saw the pink woman in front of her sneer, raised her head high, raised her five fingers like sausages, fanned her face hard, and then squinted again:

"Where did you come from, don't you even recognize me?"

Looking at the pink woman's raised chin, she shrugged her shoulders and smiled:

"Sorry, I really don't know."

Then, with a smile on her face, the pink woman, as if struck by lightning, gasped greatly, and raised her hand to point at her nose:

"You don't even know about me?"

Looking at her like this, Ye Qinyu laughed:

"Should I know about you?"

Choked by her words, the pink woman's eyes stared at her, her lips trembled a few times, but she couldn't speak.

At this moment, a voice rang out from the side:

“…… Are you the 'Pink Girl'? ”

Hearing this, she turned her gaze to the white-haired old man who was sitting behind the mahogany table, who was propping up the tabletop, leaning forward slightly, squinting his eyes and looking at the pink woman.

Pink Girl?

Listening to the white-haired old man's words, she raised her natural willow eyebrows slightly.

The white-haired old man turned around, saw the look on her face, and immediately spoke:

"Oh, Pink Girl is very famous in City B, she is a famous personal designer, because she likes pink, and the works she designs are also pink, so she is called 'Pink Girl', her works are very popular with little girls, my granddaughter likes to buy clothes in her store, and she is wearing pink all day long, and her eyes hurt."

In the end, it was just a small complaint from an old man.

Hearing the white-haired old man's words, she raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at the pink girl, looking at the pink shape from head to toe, a flash flashed in her eyes, this is really a pink girl.

And the pink girl looked at her, raised her chin triumphantly, squinted over, and said:

"Now you know who I am, this painting is placed in my store, so that there is room for appreciation, and customers will appreciate it when they see it, and in the hands of ordinary people, it can only be covered with a layer of dust."

As he spoke, his eyes unabashedly skimmed Ye Qinyu, the meaning was obvious.

Looking at the disdain in the pink girl's eyes, her eyes also turned cold:

"Believing is not judged by others."

"Then you won't?" Listening to Ye Qinyu's words, the pink girl's brows also furrowed, and her eyes were full of impatience, "What do you have to do to hand over your words, okay, I'll give you five times the price, okay?" ”

Raising his head slightly, he squinted at her and said:

"Five times the price should be enough for you, you can pick another one, anyway, don't you expect to buy a painting back to appreciate the value, this painting is in my hands, it is definitely faster than you put it at home."

Listening to the words of this pink girl, her expression gradually became cold, and her red lips opened slightly:

"Originally, if you really admired this painting and had a sincere attitude, maybe I would consider giving this painting to you, but unfortunately you don't understand the value of a painting at all, sorry, I will never give it to you."

As she spoke, she buttoned up her little satchel, and no longer looked at the pink girl, but turned her face sideways, smiled at the white-haired old man, and then turned around, took the bag, and walked straight to the door with one step.

"Hey, you're ......"

Footsteps sounded.

Out of the corner of her eye, she swept to the pink figure and took two steps in her direction, but there was a click when she stepped down the third foot.

"Eh, why did you break my floor, don't leave, lose money!"

She turned her head slightly, and saw at a glance that the pink girl's feet were sinking into the floor, and the white-haired old man leaned out from behind the mahogany table, grabbed the pink girl's thick arms, and put on a straight face, with an expression of "don't give up if you don't lose money".

The pink girl was pulled, and while shaking the white-haired old man's hand, she leaned back, trying to pull the fat leg out of the floor, but it was obviously in vain, she couldn't help but turn her face, and glared at Ye Qinyu, her eyes swishing out with flames.

She smiled at the staring eyes, raised her hand at the pink figure, waved it gently, and then turned around, and under the gaze of the other party's more powerful eyes that seemed to be touched by a spark, she gently shook her light brown bag with a picture frame, and walked out of the gallery without looking back, stepping briskly along the smooth stone path.

In the blink of an eye, her figure vanished.

When she walked out of Art Street leisurely, the pink girl did not appear, she smiled slightly, and raised her hand to hail a taxi.

Sitting in the taxi, her eyes turned to the frame in the small satchel, patted it lightly with her hand, and smiled slightly, this time the design inspiration is all from this painting, so how can a painting that contains her inspiration be given to others.

After returning to the hotel, she locked herself in her room, ignored the outside window, and began to design the works for the semi-finals.

However, when she was finishing her sketch, she stopped with the pen in her hand, picked up her phone instead, and sent a message to Keisha.

Then she got up and walked straight out of the room.

When I walked into the corridor, the doors of the rooms next to each other on both sides of the corridor were opened, and Gu's designers walked out of it.

Among them, Xie Anze put his hands in his pockets, walked out of the door with long legs, raised his head, threw the dark blue hair behind his head, and glared straight at her with a pair of inky eyes:

"Hey, why don't you call us out, don't you know I'm busy?!"

Raising her eyes to look at Xie Anze, who was staring at her, she smiled, and her voice was extremely soft:

"Xie Anze, the content of this semi-final is to give a theme by the competition, and then the company will give a design around this theme, don't you think we have to discuss this issue, and also, it is really rude to make a loud noise in the corridor, what do you say?"

Choked by Ye Qinyu's words, Xie Anze was stunned for a moment, then glared at him with burning eyes, and said loudly:

"What did you say!"

At this time, at the corner of the corridor, the waiter poked out his head and smiled at Xie Anze:

"Sir, could you please keep your voice quiet?"

Looking at Xie Anze's face that darkened in an instant, Ye Qinyu smiled slightly, walked leisurely, passed by him, and after taking two steps, he gently turned sideways:

"I've got rid of the Keisha Gang and booked the hotel's meeting room, everyone come with me."

As she spoke, her eyes swept over Xie Anze, whose face was black again, and she turned around with a smile and walked forward.

Along the way, she had a smile on her face, and her expression leisurely accepted the prickly gaze from Xie Anze.

The others looked at each other helplessly, looking at her, and then at Xie Anze.

In this strange atmosphere, they soon came to the floor where the conference room was located, and when they were about to walk to the conference room, they saw a group of people standing in front of the conference room.

The leader was raising his voice and talking to the waiter standing at the door of the conference room, and the high voice came from afar:

"Isn't the conference room empty, since we came first, we should use it first, right?"