The milk group of the five big guys spit milk

"Will not!"

Feng Chenyuan held Jiang Mianmian's warm palm tightly, and stared coldly at the crowd, as well as Jiang Suihan, who was irritable in the crowd.

His bright red lips curled up slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Don't you want to go to the eighth floor to see the paintings? Let's go there now?"

"But big brother..."

"Brother will be fine, we can send him a text message to report!"

Feng Chenyuan interrupted Jiang Mianmian's hesitation, looked at the chaotic crowd meaningfully, and said with a smile: "Or, Mianmian wants to squeeze in?"

"No no no!" Jiang Mianmian shook her head frantically.

She will be squeezed into meatloaf, why is the big brother so popular, not only men, but also women with dark eyes who always want to pounce on him.

Sure enough, she still doesn't want to join in the fun, it's good that the big brother is responsible for this kind of thing.

"Then let's go to the eighth floor now, hurry up!"

Jiang Mianmian dragged the vassal Yuan through the crowd.

However, she forgot her own specialness. She and Feng Chenyuan were not only the only two children at the banquet, but also the Jiang family brought by Jiang Suihan.

That is to say, it is possible to contact Jiang Suihan's children without being able to contact him.

Rumor has it that Jiang Suihan is a madman who spoils his sister, as long as he can make Jiang Mianmian happy, maybe he can get twice the result with half the effort!

"Mianmian... is it Miss Mianmian? Can you wait for me?"

The woman in the blue dress was the first to block Jiang Mianmian's way.

Jiang Mianmian felt his eyes go dark, and he stopped his feet suddenly, almost staggering and falling on the body of the vassal Yuan.

She frowned, looked up at the woman in front of her, pursed her lips, a little unhappy.

"Auntie, what's the matter?" Jiang Mianmian bared her teeth, smiling like a little devil.

A... Auntie?
The corners of the woman's mouth in the blue dress twitched, her face was ferocious, she lowered her head with fierce eyes, stared at Jiang Mianmian, and smirked in a tense voice: "Mian...Mian, my sister is only 19 years old!"

"But, auntie looks like auntie!" Jiang Mianmian raised her head innocently, with a pure face.

"I...you, why are you so rude..." The woman gritted her teeth.

Jiang Mianmian's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and towards Su Xueer, who was holding a wine glass against the cold wall not far away, looking for the target without a trace, she waved excitedly: "Sister Xueer!"

When Su Xueer heard the voice, she turned her head subconsciously, and saw Jiang Mianmian unconsciously drawing a gentle arc.

"Mianmian, you're here too? Why didn't you ask me to come with you?"

She walked through the crowd and stood beside Jiang Mianmian with a smile, looking familiar, even bent down and touched Jiang Mianmian's head.

Jiang Mianmian's eyes were cold, but she rubbed her palm to show her intimacy.

Then, she raised her head and looked at the woman in the blue dress with a smile: "Auntie, Xueer is Mianmian's older sister. Even if she is my sister-in-law, I only want sister Xueer to be my sister-in-law. You can't, you are much older than your brother." , you are not worthy!"

Blue Dress: "..."

Ahhhhhhhhh... The little ghost in front of her is so hateful, if she didn't see her surname Jiang, she must give her a good lesson.

However, where did this ugly woman come from?

How dare she miss the man she likes?
She couldn't offend Jiang Mianmian, so she couldn't find a little bitch to vent her anger on!

"Hey, who are you? Isn't the Celadon Club a place where cats and dogs can come?"

The blue clothes folded their arms, and looked at Su Xueer coldly in disgust.

"A poor look was let in, are the security guards blind? Get out!"

Her voice was too sharp and mean, and there was a feeling of incompatibility in the elegant violin sound, which instantly attracted a group of unobtrusive scrutiny.

Su Xueer noticed the gaze, lowered her eyelashes slightly, and made a look of aggrieved.

"Miss, don't you know where I offended you? I'm sorry, I apologize to you, please don't humiliate me again, okay?"

That aggrieved look, the expression of hesitating to speak, instantly aroused the distress of many men, as well as accusations against the blue dress.

After all, men are lustful, and no one doesn't like fresh and delicate flowers.

Jiang Mianmian and Feng Chenyuan slipped away quietly while Su Xueer was acting. The two stood far away on the steps leading to the eighth floor, looking at the blue dress who was getting more and more angry, and Su Xueer who was as fragile as an almond blossom branch. Cher.

"Tsk tsk, with such weak combat power, I think Su Xueer will suffer a lot!" Jiang Mianmian sighed.

The vassal Yuan tapped Jiang Mianmian's head with his fingers and urged: "What are you looking at, go!"

"Oh!"

Haven't seen a wonderful place yet!
Jiang Mianmian looked back with some regret, and ran up to the eighth floor stepping on the steps.

Different from the hustle and bustle on the seventh floor, the eighth floor has a rare quietness, as if it is isolated from the world in a corner, bright and dark light falls on the paintings on the wall, wandering around an artistic atmosphere.

Jiang Mianmian's impetuousness of wanting to pick up the leaks slowly dissipated, and she began to seriously look at the works here.

"Yuanyuan, look at whatever you want, as long as you like it, I can give it to you!"

"it is good!"

The vassal Yuan bent his eyes, reflecting a clear spring.

He followed Jiang Mianmian, his indifferent eyes were full of tiny lights, and Jiang Mianmian's smiling face was in the light and shadow, that was the girl he wanted to protect.

On the eighth floor of the building, a total of [-] paintings were exhibited, most of which were works by new painters. Unlike Jiang Mianmian's perception, Feng Chenyuan didn't really like such paintings, except for the ones placed in the center of the main hall. Apart from the "Plum Tune" by Xie Chang'an, a master of Chinese painting who decorated the facade, the rest of the works are outstanding.

What's more, the essence of the Song family's collection of so many newcomers' paintings is not so much to give newcomers a chance to make their mark, but rather, the Song family wants to use this charity event to hype and launder money.

Therefore, his eyes only stayed for a few breaths, and then fell silent.

Jiang Mianmian, on the other hand, watched from the beginning to the end with great interest, and then showed a disappointed look.

"Yuanyuan, the paintings here, except for "Mei Tiao", are all... so ugly!"

"It's ugly!"

Vassal Yuan nodded obediently.

Not only ugly, but also soulless.

"Let's go, I don't want it anymore!" Jiang Mianmian held Feng Chenyuan's wrist, and frowned, feeling a little regretful in her heart.

She didn't see "Debt". Could it be that she remembered it wrong, that Modu didn't put the painting here for exhibition at all, or that there was a deviation in her cognition, and there was no such person as Modu at all?
The vassal Yuan grabbed Jiang Mianmian's palm with his backhand, and said, "Okay, brother Jiang should have escaped, we can go home!"

Anyway, their purpose this time is not a charity event.

Besides, even if Jiang Suihan doesn't participate in the auction, he will donate money every year, it doesn't make any difference here.

The two walked around the hall and went back to the stairs from the corridor on the other side.

"boom!"

A heavy object hit the door, making a muffled sound.

The vassal Yuan frowned, grabbed Jiang Mianmian and hid behind him.

However, the room next to it was not opened, but there was an angry howl.

"My painting!"

"Zhao Ziquan, I'm fighting with you! You can insult my paintings, but you can't insult them. I was so blind that I recognized you as a teacher! Let you steal my paintings, bastard, I will kill you!"