Chapter Eighty-Three: Eating Bones and Destroying Hearts

On the second floor of the exhibition center, the decoration is all-glass and transparent, and Shang Wu is standing at the spiral staircase holding Jin Shiyun's hand, which is just right, and everyone is looking up to them.

She is wearing a red dress, heavengaia's spring and summer series, Chinese-style paper fan round mirror, dragon pattern tassel, ink dyeing brush, even the most easy to fall into the familiar set of Chinese red, all of which are rendered a little poetic by this falling Ying.

The upper part of the red skirt has a good texture, with a little cheongsam style, but the delicate waist gradually turns white and elegant, and the red and white intersection in the middle is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

Shang Wu's fair complexion complemented this red dress, and her lightly opened lips gave her a touch of innocence.

Her big wavy hair fluttered as the flowers moved under her feet.

The scent of the hair seemed to be visible from a floor away.

Graceful posture, light and not self-contained.

Her eyes are affectionately attached to every person who loves her, raising her eyes and smiling, looking at the city, and then the country.

She is as pure as clotted white jade, and as passionate and affectionate as this red dress.

Shang Feige and Cheng Manjiao stood closest to the second floor, their expressions urgent, and they didn't expect that the rumored genius girl would have the same face as the dead disaster star.

No, this genius girl is much more beautiful than the dead disaster star.

Cheng Manjiao gave Shang Feige a confirmed look, "Don't worry, that disaster star was thrown into the sea three years ago, there are so many people in the world who look alike, like who is not good, but like a disaster star." ”

Between the words, the anger and envy in his tone could not be concealed.

When Shang Feige heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Also, where did the resurrection come from in this world, the ghosts and gods said. ”

She stared at the woman who was swaying down, and despite all that, the battle between women in her eyes quietly unfolded.

There are three women in red outfits in the exhibition.

Shang Feige, Cheng Shiman, and Shang Wu.

What people are most afraid of is comparison.

As the saying goes, it's not scary to hit the shirt, who is ugly and who is embarrassed.

Of the three people present, none of them were ugly, but as soon as their temperament was compared, they immediately separated the high ground.

Shang Wu is like a supermodel on the haute couture runway, and this dress is tailor-made for her.

The other two are just cheesy buyers who are eager to go.

Cheng Shiman sat next to Lu Yiyou, jealousy made her appearance resentful and aggrieved, and the spotlight of that group of reporters was almost all transferred the moment Shang Wu came out!

She is also an international first-line superstar, and she is Lu Yiyou's rumored girlfriend! The amount of topics per week is twice as large as that of actresses on the same line!

What are the eyes of this group of reporters? Don't come to photograph her, go to photograph a fledgling female painter?

But what is even more angry is Lu Yiyou beside him.

As if he had been hooked, his eyes fixed on the transparent spiral staircase, and his eyes slowly moved with her steps.

Cheng Shiman's heart was cold, many years ago, she was favored by him because she looked like his mother Xia Jinya.

Now, this female painter who has emerged, because she looks like Shang Feiwu, has received his attention.

She was resentful, but there was nothing she could do.

The ribbon-cutting of the exhibition pushed the atmosphere of the entire exhibition to the first level, and Shang Wu's eyes seemed to look at Shang Feige, Cheng Manjiao and others.

Fortunately, they have always loved to be in the limelight, and naturally they also like to stand in a prominent position.

It didn't hinder her mocking eyes.

It's just that she patronized and took care of these two people with her eyes, but she didn't notice at all, and the other gaze followed her for a long time.

After the ribbon cutting, it is time to enter the auction.

After everyone entered the auction seat, Shang Wu deliberately chose a position and sat in front of Shang Feige and Cheng Manjiao trickily.

A large black wavy scroll shook gently, and it felt like it was deliberate, as if it was shouting at the people behind him.

This move instantly made the two people in the back seat feel uncomfortable.

Shang Feige coughed lightly, his expression a little impatient.

Cheng Manjiao was a little more restrained, quietly watching the changes.

Shang Wu pretended to listen to the host's speech, but his mind was on the movements of the people behind him.

She twisted her stiff neck a little loosely, and her black hair swayed off the back of her chair and floated backwards.

And Shang Feige, who has always been irritable, couldn't stand it anymore, her shrill voice seemed a little loud, and her tone was full of dissatisfaction.

"Hey, please don't move around, okay? A little quality to take care of the people in the back. ”

Shang Wu turned his head in astonishment, and a pair of smart eyes stared at the person who was talking in front of him, "Huh? ”

Shang Feige said impatiently: "Are all those who engage in art so informal and unqualified? ”

The displeasure in her tone jumped out, and the little jealousy in her selfish heart.

Shang Wu's slender fingers pointed at him, "Did you say me?" ”

"That's right!" This one, almost shouted.

It quickly attracted the staff of the exhibition.

The two well-dressed security guards first bowed in Shang Wu's direction, and then asked, "Did something happen?" ”

Shang Wu had just moved her cherry-like lips when the voice behind her came impatiently.

"This young lady is sitting in front and moving all the time, which really affects the mood."

The two security guards looked apologetic when they heard this, and Shang Feige clasped his hands around his chest, proudly waiting for the person in front of the seat to make a fool of himself.

But this is apologies......

It was the security guard who gave Shang Wu.

The two security guards bowed neatly to Shang Wu.

"Miss Shang, I'm really sorry, we didn't think it through, there is a VIP seat in front, we sincerely invite you to come forward."

The VIP seats in front of you are all among the best people in City A.

Shang Wu glanced at the angry Shang Feige, intentionally or unintentionally, and his cold eyes were full of disdain.

She got up and leaned over her ear again.

The often large waves of curly hair scattered around Shang Feige's body, and the momentum was so powerful that it was suffocating.

"How much ability, how much temper tantrum."

Shang Wu raised his head after speaking, straightening his slender figure, and the expression on this fashion Feige's face was like a spilled palette.

Blue, red, green, purple, very lively.

Shang Wu turned around, his posture was elegant, and the happiest thing in this world is that the person who once drove you to a desperate situation is now holding back his anger in front of you.

The angry mood is still left to Shang Feige himself, as for her, of course, she has to sit in the VIP seat where she originally had a place.

VIP seats are set up in front of the entire auction seat, where you can see every auctioned work up close, and in these few seats, except for their master and apprentice, the rest are all wealthy officials in City A.

The fifth anniversary auction of the art exhibition had begun, and she glanced at Kim Se-yun and quickly sat down.

But when I sat down, I smelled a familiar smell.

How familiar is it?

As long as there was a faint breath fluttering, she could feel it.

But since the last night of stealing fun, she didn't feel this suffocating breath anymore.

Her heart tightened, and her body tensed.

Kim Seyun Sven's face became puzzled, and he patted her shoulder carefully, "What's wrong?" ”

She felt a little uncomfortable, and she didn't know whether she was scared or occupied by some strange emotion, so she quickly dropped a sentence and ran to the bathroom.

Jin Shiyun was puzzled by her disrespectful back, strange, usually whether it was an art exhibition or an auction, she was dedicated and meticulous to finish, and now she is ......

Just as he was wondering, a slanted silhouette was reflected in front of him.

Just by a silhouette, you can sense that the other party must be a handsome person.

The man got up and left the VIP seat neatly, and the female companion beside him had red eyes, but he didn't dare to follow.

Jin Shiyun pouted and felt bored, and it was another scene that fell into a cliché quarrel and left the table......

The bathrooms of the exhibition are all places of every inch of land, and it is commendable that in this place of every inch of land, the organizers still make the toilets very large.

It is compared with the small houses of ordinary residents.

The entrance is open and mirrored, then there is a sign for a man on the left and a sign for a woman on the right.

The auction has begun, and there is no one in the bathroom.

Shang Wu stood in front of the open mirror and inhaled slowly, but the familiar smell that had just left seemed to be thicker.

Wrong!

She has seen the guest list of this auction, and there is no such person!

She gasped in the mirror, then hung her head again, and there were still some droplets of water swaying and sliding on the porcelain-white pool.

The next second-

She felt her feet tightened by a familiar embrace on the left men's bathroom.

The bathroom was large and private.

"Click......

The sound of the door locking was crisp.

She raised her dripping autumn eyes and collided with his cold ink eyes.

His aura enveloped her in layers.

Such a close distance makes people blush and heartbeat.

Lu Yiyou felt that there were 10,000 ants in his heart that were constantly gnawing at his heart.

How desperate he was three years ago, how stunned he is three years later.

He doesn't believe in resurgence, he doesn't believe in rebirth, he doesn't believe in any of these books.

Because of the person in her arms, whether she is plump or thin, rejuvenated or indifferent.

He only needed one glance to discern.

He tried to speak, but his eyes moistened.

His abrupt Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"It's been three years, are you dead or alive, haven't you been by my side again?"

"Where have you fled these three years? Forgot me? ”

"If you lived peacefully for three years, would you have experienced the feeling of being eaten overnight?"

"You must not have it, you must have had a good time."

"Shang Fei Wu! Tonight, I'm sure you'll remember me! ”