And the right frost missed, and the hairpin *** was in the cake.

Right Fanshuang was stunned for a moment, Chen Yansui subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but his hand stopped in mid-air and took it back.

Neither of them looked at the other.

Right Fanshuang only felt uncomfortable: "Why don't you sit in another place."

Chen Yansui's face did not change: "There is no other seat, only this seat is the most hidden, and you will not be caught dancing."

Right Fanshuang got up and said helplessly, "I'll go."

She struggled to find other seats that weren't easily noticed.

And one of Lu Ying's friends ran up to the stage drunk and grabbed the microphone: "Today's game is to learn a coiled hairstyle on the spot, in a group of two, if anyone doesn't do it well, but they have to be punished in public, everyone has to do it well if they don't want to be embarrassed hahahaha."

The drunken friend laughed wildly, and Lu Ying asked the security guard to drag the other party down to sober up.

The right frost stagnated and looked at the hairpin.

And she glanced at Chen Yansui again, Chen Yansui looked at her quietly in the scattered light, and his face was so handsome that he was even close to amorous in the night.

Right Frost tentatively took two steps back, trying to take the hairpin.

Then, just as her hand was about to touch the hairpin, her other hand came over and pulled the hairpin out of the cake.

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In order to reflect the artistic conception of ink painting, the layout of the entire gallery is quite elegant and simple, so that no decoration can take away the style of ink painting.

Su Weiyan walked through the gallery, his calm gaze wandering through each painting.

The pen is strong, and the black and white collision between the ink and the white paper is full of impact.

Zhu Xianxiong prefers to use thick ink, so the expression of emotions in his works is quite strong and profound.

The heels of the heels of the heels collide on the wooden floor of the gallery.

Hearing the sound of his shoes, Lan Ting immediately stopped, simply bent down and took off his high heels, carried them with one hand, and walked into the gallery barefoot, not disturbing this elegant quiet.

Like everyone else, she quietly walks in front of each painting, admiring the splendor of the ink in different poses.

Zhu Xianxiong's art exhibition is hard to find, because it is a private exhibition, so every guest is invited to come, either rich or expensive, and from a prominent background.

didn't turn her attention to her because she was a popular movie star, everyone's attention was still focused on the painting, and it was also a rare moment for Lanting to relax in public.

Su walked through the ink gallery and stood still in front of a painting.

The orchid leaves are thick and elegant, but it is not in full bloom, but half-withered.

Half-standing and half-wilting, only the tip of the petal has a withered appearance, but on the contrary, there is a strange vitality, as if this flower is resisting the wind and frost and time in a tenacious posture, and will not fall.

The blades are still sharp and luxuriant, as if to tell the comer that there is still a turning point.

That kind of intense ambition is like the dark clouds and wind and rain of thick gray between lightning and thunder, and it is necessary to strive to overturn all rules.

Su Weiyan looked at the painting, and he seemed to be facing his own ambitions.

He doesn't like Zhu Xianxiong himself, but Zhu Xianxiong's paintings are almost painting what he wants most.

Ambition and vitality.

He looked at the price on the side of the painting.

Six hundred and sixty thousand.

And a shallow voice slowly sounded in my ears: "I think this painting is the most worthwhile work in this exhibition, more worthy of closer inspection than the main painting."

Su Weiyan raised his eyes and glanced at the side lightly.

It's the popular actress.

His eyes swept over the heels she was carrying.

JH's endorsement can be regarded as respecting art.

Lan Ting smiled and looked at the painting, but seemed to say to himself: "What a fierce ambition, checkmate, and want to live to regain the spring."

It's like describing a painting, but it's also like describing Su Weiyan.

Su Weiyan frowned slightly.

Such a coincidence.

She read it

paintings, and the same as his opinion.

Lan Ting smiled and said softly, "Sixty-six thousand is a good number, as good as the moral of this painting."

Others paint ink paintings, all of which are a group of hidden rhyme, the pen is full of chic and smart, only Zhu Xianxiong, the work is extremely sharp.

No matter what you paint, it's sharp.

Even the leisurely Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum has a strong impact.

Su said lightly: "Trouble Miss Lan to cut her love and choose other paintings."

For JH's brand ambassador, Su Weiyan's attitude is polite.

Lan Ting looked at the painting and showed a smile: "I heard Wu Ge say that Su is always a person who makes a decision to kill, as long as he wants something, no matter what he gives, he must get it."

Su was noncommittal.

Lanting raised his voice at the end, "But what if I want this painting?"

Su Yanyan didn't look at her pretty face: "Lansheng Valley, lonely and ownerless, and now it doesn't belong to anyone."

His thin lips were slightly opened, and his tone was contemptuous, and he didn't care: "Any speech that is bound to be won is self-inflicted."

Lanting's smile froze slightly for a moment.

His words seem to have deep meaning, but also arrogance that can control everything.

Lan Ting looked at his straight and neat side face, so handsome, and so alienated and cold, rejecting people thousands of miles away, unattainable.

The heir of the Su family is naturally unattainable, she has already thought of it.

Lan Ting was not disappointed, but smiled casually: "Flowers bloom in the valley, everyone can pick them, how does Mr. Su know who they must belong to? I also admired this painting and wanted to buy it back and let it bloom in my valley."

And Wu Ge came belatedly, walked up to Su Weiyan, looked at the painting and sighed, "This is the painting you ordered in advance?"

Su Wei said in a light tone: "Hmm."

Lanting's smile froze.

Wu Ge complained: "It's too expensive, Zhu Xianxiong's paintings can be sold for this price, if I paint this, I guess I will already earn a second Changge Securities."

She gestured to a two.

Su Weiyan was used to the ghost of Wu Ge, and said without changing his face: "Then wait for the good news."

Wu Ge grinned.

The person in charge of the exhibition finally found Su Weiyan in the exhibition and hurriedly stepped forward: "Mr. Su, why don't you go to the tea room and sit down, there are more paintings on display there."

Su said lightly, "Lead the way."

The person in charge hurriedly brought Su Weiyan over.

Su Weiyan left without even saying hello.

Lan Ting's eyes sank slightly.

Wu Ge casually put his arm around Lan Ting's shoulder, she was a little drunk, looking at the painting, still bragging: "It's not that I said, I can paint a hundred paintings of this painting at will, Su Weiyan just spends money indiscriminately, and likes to buy this kind of fake and fake things."

Lan Ting didn't want anyone to notice his emotions, so he just smiled and said, "If you don't blow for a day, can't you eat?"

Wu Ge looked left and right drunkenly, and when she saw that there was no one, she smiled and whispered in Lan Ting's ear: "Don't brag and talk lightly, half of life is happy."

Lan Ting smiled, but he still had some heart palpitations when he remembered Su Weiyan's words just now.

Wu Ge hooked her shoulder, because she drank too much, and her walk was a little unsteady: "Let's go, don't look at this kind of pretentious thing, I'll take you to see gold, silver and jewelry, that's called genuine beauty, my sister has money, take you to scatter money."

The smell of perfume on Wu Ge's body wafted over slowly, not the best, but the most expensive, mixed with the smell of wine, which fits well with her reputation as a bastard daughter.

took her away directly, gag, and didn't give her a chance to get close to Su Weiyan again.

Lanting looked back and glanced at the painting.

It's a shame.