The world's most sassy sweet wife

Yu Feifei's eyes burst into flames, and her whole face was distorted, "Who are you calling trash?"

"You still have the nerve to say that I am uneducated, and you don't even have a mother, so you have the nerve to mock me?"

Snapped!
A loud slap landed on Yu Feifei's face.

This was the first time Yu Ziqing got angry. Her eyes were icy cold, and her whole body released a threatening chill.

Yu Feifei covered her face in shock, she couldn't believe that she was slapped in the face!

"I'll fight with you!" She said and came over to tear Yu Ziqing apart.

Yu Ziqing looked at her sharply, "If you want to search for keywords such as disfigurement or disability, then go ahead and make trouble."

Yu Feifei was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and she wanted to come up and bite Yu Ziqing, but remembering that Yu Ziqing fought hard, she could only bite her lip tightly, swallowing the bad breath.

Yu Ziqing smiled lightly, "An entertainer should look like an artist, don't let his personality collapse."

She turned around and entered the exhibition hall, not wanting to get too entangled with this woman.

Yu Feifei was so angry that she almost fainted, and the assistants came up to ask her health, which made her very angry.

She glared at the assistants angrily, and cursed in a low voice: "Useless stuff! So many people are watching me being beaten? You don't want to go to work tomorrow!"

The assistants kept silent and waited with their heads down, those who fanned, touched up makeup, and handed water.

Yu Feifei ordered angrily: "Take a good photo of me later, and I will deduct your wages if you can't take a good one! Then see if anyone took a sneak shot just now, don't let them pass it on!"

Several people came from the direction of the parking lot.

In front are three old men with extraordinary temperament, laughing while walking, talking homely.

He Xuanchen followed quietly.

He Xuanchen's grandfather, He Kun, sighed, and asked, "Okay, how can you seal the pen? Lao Lu and I were the last to know about it. You have been indifferent to fame and fortune all these years, and you don't even keep old friends anymore." ?”

He Kun has received the strictest family education since he was a child, and has developed a stern image.

When he walked, he was like a guard, with a tall and straight figure and an imposing manner.

If it wasn't for his graying hair, he would look like a young man from the back view, similar to He Xuanchen's back view.

The old Lu he was talking about was the second old man, Lu Guangshen, and he denounced the third old man, "Artists are hypocritical. Lao He and I have such a deep friendship with you, and you still keep it from us!"

"If it wasn't for my granddaughter's honor to participate in this art exhibition with you, we wouldn't even know you had returned to China!"

Lu Guangshen is a standard businessman image, but his appearance and temperament are also among the best in the world.

The third old man whom the two denounced was gentle and scholarly, and his aura was different from the previous two.

This is Fang Jue, the master of contemporary art that Yu Ziqing admires.

Fang Jue was the youngest among the three, in his early fifties. He smiled awkwardly, "You two old brothers, don't talk to me."

Lu Guangshen stared, "Hey! It's your fault in the first place, and it's our fault for running on you."

"I remember you had a painting auctioned for [-] million yuan last year? You just closed the pen, and the loss was too great. You, you are just stupid in reading, and you don't make a lot of money. What are you doing?"

He Kun didn't get angry, and said in a cold voice, "Everyone has his own choice, so don't talk about him anymore."

Lu Guang snorted deeply, "Old He, you have been eccentric since you were young, every time I scold him, you stop me!"

He Kun snorted, "Do you think everyone is just like you, and has been in the eyes of money all their lives."

Lu Guangshen looked back at He Xuanchen again, and asked, "Old He, how did you think about what I told you earlier?"

He Kun smiled, "Let's go out to relax today, let's not mention other things."

Lu Guangshen glanced back at He Xuanchen, and said, "Xuanchen, my granddaughter is a talented Harvard student with many talents. When are you free, let me arrange for you two high-achieving students to compete."

He Xuanchen smiled faintly, "I'm very sorry, Grandpa Lu, I'm busy with work, so I'm afraid it's hard to spare time to play with the little girl."

……

Yu Ziqing's interest in painting was first introduced by her mother.

At that time, my mother would prepare a pile of paint, and then prepare a large sheet of white paper, spread it on the ground, let her dip her hands or feet in the paint, and play freely on the paper.

Right now, in front of her eyes was a portrait of a woman.

The artist uses superb painting skills to perfectly interpret the characteristics of oil paintings.

The color is rich, the picture is delicate and realistic, and the three-dimensional effect is strong.

In the painting, this gentle woman in a white wedding dress has a beautiful appearance, with slightly lowered eyes, a faint smile on her lips, and a bouquet of white bell-shaped flowers in her hands.

Snowdrops, the language of flowers is new life.

Yu Ziqing never expected to see her mother's portrait in the art exhibition.

She guessed that the painter, like her, hoped that her mother could live in this world.

However, this is a delusion.

This exhibition is not a solo exhibition, but an event organized by the organizer of the art museum, hoping to allow well-known masters and outstanding young painters to communicate with each other through paintings.

Fang Jue is one of the masters.

Yu Ziqing didn't have a deep impression on other paintings, but only had a slight interest in this portrait.

Seeing that she was watching intently, Yu Feifei came over and said sarcastically, "You can understand this painting, right? Your mother was painted so vividly by the artist, those who didn't know it would think that the two of them have an unusual relationship."

Yu Ziqing frowned, "Can you stop circling me like a disgusting fly?"

Yu Feifei sneered and said, "Then tell me, what attracts you to this painting? If you can name a few professional terms, I will disappear from your sight immediately."

"But you sure can't tell, right? You're pretending, those who don't know think you really know how to paint."

Yu Ziqing was too lazy to know her as well, so she glared at her, and continued to observe the painting with probing eyes, frowning more and more as she observed.

Not far away, He Xuanchen and others were also walking this way.

Lu Guang smiled deeply, "Lao Fang's painting has been painted for almost 20 years, right?"

Fang Jue's thin face showed a hint of melancholy, "18 years."

"You old guy, I really don't know what to say about you. If you say it nicely, it's called a wit and infatuation. If you say it badly, it's stupid. You've met Lan Wanhe several times, but they don't necessarily remember you. You've been a widow for her all your life, Do you think you are ridiculous?"

Fang Jue smiled lightly and said nothing.

They found two young women standing in front of Fang Jue's portrait, seeming to be discussing something.

From their perspective, only their backs can be seen.

Yu Feifei seemed to have some kind of mission, and she clung to Yu Ziqing, saying, "If you look at it so seriously, then tell me, how is this painting?"

She thought that Yu Ziqing stopped to watch the painting only because the character in the painting was Lan Wanhe, and she probably didn't know that it was painted by the famous master Fang Jue.

In fact, Yu Feifei has arranged for an assistant to secretly record the video. As long as Yu Ziqing's words are not right, she can post the video on the Internet, so that those netizens will call Yu Ziqing shameless.

Yu Ziqing stared at the painting for a long time, and finally saw something.

Yu Feifei was still there asking, "Tell me, don't dare to talk nonsense, for fear of making a fool of yourself?"

Yu Ziqing sighed and shook her head with a hint of regret.

He Xuanchen and others not far away were stunned for a moment.

Lu Guangshen pointed at Yu Ziqing's back and said, "This little girl is a bit interesting. She is young and has a very high posture. Master Fang's masterpiece is a priceless treasure. Look at that girl's expression and how she looks very What a pity?"

"Old Fang, old Fang, no wonder you closed your pen. You can't learn the arrogance of contemporary young people!"