As soon as she saw the guy wearing sunglasses and Yushu Linfeng, Tang Xiaoqing walked over and wanted to raise her legs, she thought to herself, don't you Lu Chenghei come to make trouble again.

The man shrewdly ducked.

It's Lu Chengze, that's right.

Lu Chengze was originally good, and he was not injured, and the most important thing was that during the time he and Tang Xiaoqing were together, he had already had antibodies to her crotch collision magic skills, and he rarely could kick him again.

"Silly girl, are you alright?" Lu Chengze took off his sunglasses and looked at Tang Xiaoqing, his eyes full of doubts and doting.

"It's fine." Tang Xiaoqing sneered.

"Mr. Lu is here, welcome, welcome!"

"Mr. Lu, thank you for the guest you invited at noon today!"

"Haha, Mr. Lu, I have watched your interview before, and I forgot the content of the interview, so I remember your handsomeness."

There are mostly young people in Painted Heaven, and there is a matter of Lu Chenghei's invitation before, and everyone gathers around.

Lu Chengze was in a state of bewilderment, and nodded politely to everyone, but kept an appropriate distance.

"By the way, this is a welcome gift from Mr. Lu to everyone. Mr. Bhutto's ticket to the exhibition—" the front desk said to everyone with a stack of envelopes.

As soon as he heard this, everyone's attention was completely shifted to the hands of the front desk.

Originally, when Tang Xiaoqing heard the three words "meeting gift", she wanted to ridicule him for two sentences, but she also learned from Lu Chenghe, but when she heard that it was Mr. Bhutto's art exhibition, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Mr. Bhutto from the United Kingdom, one of the most powerful oil painting masters in the most low-key today, is now over 90 years old, this time the most wonderful works of his life are exhibited, and most importantly, Mr. Bhutto will also come to the exhibition in person, and the visitors to communicate on the spot.

It is said that this is the last time Mr. Bhutto will hold an art exhibition, and the opportunity is unique.

If you can communicate with such a famous artist in person, it will be really beneficial!

It's a pity that the admission ticket is too difficult to get, and even Park Dong only managed to get one.

"Wow, that's what I've always dreamed of!"

"Give me one!"

"I want one!"

"I'm one!"

Everyone surrounded the front desk with a "whooa", stretching their hands high, lest they not be able to grab it.

It's hard for these illustrators to really attract money brands or something, but such things are too tempting.

Even Tang Xiaoqing squeezed into the crowd for the first time, stretched out her hand and shouted: "Give me one!" I'm going to see an art exhibition too! ”

Lu Chengze couldn't cry or laugh and pulled her out of the crowd.

Tang Xiaoqing was about to squeeze in again when she looked up and saw Pu Dong.

Looking at the employees who seemed to be grabbing cheap goods, Park Dong was speechless.

Tang Xiaoqing looked at Park Dong apologetically, the more Park Dong didn't like such a scene, Lu Chenghei and Lu Chengze took turns to make trouble on his territory.

Lu Chengze nodded at Pu Dong and pulled Tang Xiaoqing out of Painted Heaven.

"Teacher Park, I'm sorry, I'm not going to take an example-" Tang Xiaoqing was pulled away by Lu Chengze, and at the same time turned her head to apologize to Pu Dong.

Pu Dong, who was standing in place, was messy for a while, this surnamed Lu didn't know himself at all just now, and he knew himself again after a while?

"Hey, what are you pulling me out for! I also want to go to the art exhibition, and I also want to ask Mr. Bhutto a few words-" Outside the painting heaven, Tang Xiaoqing said with annoyance, but she suddenly became happy again, "By the way, you got those admission tickets, you must still have them in your hand, right?" ”