Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

At noon, the number of people in the gallery gradually decreased. During lunch time, everyone had to fill their stomachs.

Jiang Manxue still stood blankly in front of the sunflowers, as if she had lost her soul.

Until Fu Qingye came to find her.

"What are you doing standing there?" Fu Qingye walked to her side and asked softly.

In fact, he had been watching her for a long time. In the monitoring room, he watched her standing here without moving a finger, as if she had become a statue.

Jiang Manxue didn't reply, she was still looking at the pair of burning sunflowers, which was obviously a short distance away, but this painting was covered with a glass frame and hung on the wall, which made the distance so far away that she couldn't help it. Can't touch it at all.

Obviously she remembered, she remembered everything, the anxiety and joy in her heart when she wrote, and the burning heat on her face.

That was the kiss Lu Sichen gave her, the enthusiasm she gave her, the enthusiasm that she couldn't resolve, could only be turned into a painting in her pen, and swayed freely.

Fu Qingye looked at the pair of sunflowers, nodded his head and said, "Well, this painting is not bad, it's quite spiritual, and Qian Liren has a good eye for accepting apprentices."

Only then did Jiang Manxue seem to notice Fu Qingye's glance beside her, and she turned her head to look at him in a daze, "Is there a spirit?"

She asked back, as if she was asking about the painting, and also about Fu Qingye's own thoughts.

Fu Qingye put his suit jacket on his arm, and his shirt had been unbuttoned two times. In this artistic place, there was a bit of chic and unrestrained taste.

"Well, it's very spiritual. Although the brushstrokes are immature, but the foundation is very deep. Master Qian has indeed picked up a treasure. It seems that another master will appear soon."

Jiang Manxue closed her eyes, "In this exhibition, does Master Qian have other paintings by this apprentice?"

There was a kind of exhaustion in her heart that could not be touched to the end, as if masochistic, she wanted to find a result, a result that would make her give up.

Fu Qingye summoned the person in charge of the gallery and asked Jiang Manxue the same question.

As soon as the person in charge of the gallery saw Fu Qingye, he replied respectfully, "No, Master Qian only allowed this one to be exhibited. We are also very surprised, but Master Qian insisted on only exhibiting this one. None of the other masters who painted money were allowed to be exhibited."

Jiang Manxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes gradually brightened.After the person in charge of the gallery left, she asked Fu Qingye, "Is it because Master Qian only likes this painting by his apprentice and doesn't like other paintings, so..."

Fu Qingye replied indifferently, "Who knows, maybe it's just that there are not enough seats."

Jiang Manxue stopped talking for an instant, and lowered her head, looking extremely lost.

"Is that so..." she muttered to herself.

"Let's go eat first." Fu Qingye didn't give Jiang Manxue a chance to shake his head, and walked towards the outside of the gallery with a pair of long legs, with an undeniable taste.

Jiang Manxue looked at the sunflower reluctantly, looking back three times at a step, which was especially pitiful.

Fu Qingye caught sight of her appearance, which looked like a dog whose meat and bones had been robbed, his eyes were full of eagerness, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his lips, " Let's go, I like to come and see it next time, this art exhibition will be held here for a week."

When Jiang Manxue heard Fu Qingye's words, she just lowered her head, shook her head slightly, and remained silent.

Fu Qingye took her to dinner. It was a Zhejiang restaurant, and the signature dish was West Lake Vinegar Fish.

Fu Qingye asked her what she wanted to eat, but Jiang Manxue just shook her head, "Whatever."

She couldn't cheer up to speak, nor could she pretend to be happy, her mind was full of that painting, and the author of that painting, Xiaotong, that is... Gu Yitong.

Fu Qingye didn't care about Jiang Manxue's distraught appearance. After the food was served, he ordered her a glass of red date milk and put it on her left hand side. Occasionally, he used the serving chopsticks to pick up some vegetables and put them on the plate in front of her.

Including the West Lake vinegar fish, pick out the spines, dip it in the sauce and put it in front of Jiang Manxue. When doing these things, he is very patient, and there is a kind of dazzling elegance in his gestures.

The waiters outside the private room couldn't control their eyes, they couldn't help looking inside, it was so attractive, especially the men who did these things for women were even more fascinating.

Jiang Manxue didn't notice this at all, she mechanically picked up the chopsticks and stuffed them into her mouth one by one.

Seeing this, Fu Qingye picked a chopstick of coriander and put it on her plate. Jiang Manxue didn't notice it, so she picked it up and put it in her mouth.

Chewing and chewing, her nerves suddenly stiffened as if a switch was suddenly touched, and her eyes suddenly widened.

"Bah, bah, bah..." She spit out the coriander in her mouth in one gulp, picked up the water glass beside her and started to drink. After taking a few big gulps, the strange taste in her mouth still didn't go away. She looked at her with a bitter face. Fu Qingye.

Fu Qingye picked up a chopstick of fish and put it in front of her, "It turns out that you can still taste the taste, I thought you couldn't taste the taste anymore, what are you thinking, you are so distracted."

Only then did Jiang Manxue realize that the fish she ate just now was picked by Fu Qingye, she blushed a little, and quickly put a piece in front of Fu Qingye, "You can eat it, you can eat it too, don't pinch it for me. .”

Fu Qingye was noncommittal, took a sip of the soup slowly, "Tell me, what are you thinking about, you can't concentrate on eating."

Jiang Manxue hesitated for a while, her hands holding the chopsticks turned pale, she looked at Fu Qingye, muttering, her eyebrows furrowed for a while, then loosened for a while, and her facial features were all tangled together.

Fu Qingye didn't urge her, and looked very calm.

Jiang Manxue weighed it over and over in her heart, and always felt that such a thing was too difficult to talk about, as if saying a ridiculous thing would make her feel a little ridiculous.

Fu Qingye added a bowl of soup to her, and casually said, "Aren't you friends? Friends should be able to share some little secrets or... embarrassing things."

Jiang Manxue squeezed the chopsticks tightly with her fingers, and finally said: "That painting...that burning sunflower is mine, I can draw it well."

After she finished speaking, she became even more anxious, and said eagerly, "Really, I didn't lie to you."

There was no surprised expression on Fu Qingye's face, he was still very calm, with a clear and handsome taste. He finished adding soup to Jiang Manxue and put it in front of her.

Jiang Manxue saw that he didn't respond, she didn't even move her eyebrows, she was a little anxious, "What I said is true! Don't you believe me?"

"I believe you or not...it shouldn't matter, the important thing is do you have evidence?" Fu Qingye said softly.