The flower protector of the female president

The rooms in the backyard of Boss Liu’s gallery are basically unlocked, and most of them are used by painters to go in, chat and drink tea.There was no one in such an early morning, so Sein Feifei randomly entered a room, and Chen Xing followed.

After locking the door inside, Chen Xing said, "Show me quickly!"

This country bumpkin, looking at him like this, didn't come here for the little turtle at all!

Sein Feifei couldn't figure out why she fulfilled this promise. She could have cheated at the beginning, but since Chen Xing drew the picture of the turtle carrying the child, Sein Feifei seemed to have fallen into the arrangement of life. She stepped into Chen Xing's pits step by step.

Sein Feifei thought of this, and suddenly thought that he would not have a good impression of this bumpkin, right?

Bah, impossible!I'll have a crush on this bumpkin?

In short, let him be proud first, and there will be plenty of opportunities to get back in the future.

Chen Xing stretched out his hand and lifted Sein Feifei's vest.

Sein Feifei's lower abdomen was revealed again, and the picture of snow field painted by Chen Xing was still there.As for the little tortoise, he still persevered in the snow field and climbed towards the two snow mountains.

"You can see it, but it seems that the one I drew was much bigger than this one. You wouldn't wash it off and make up a smaller one yourself?" Chen Xing looked at Sein Feifei suspiciously.

"Nonsense, who would draw a little turtle like you, I'm a good painter." Sein Feifei said.

"Hmph, you want to get away with it. I almost climbed up the last time I drew it, but you took two or three steps backwards this time. There is not enough light in the room, so I can't see clearly at all." Chen Xing didn't believe it.

Seinfeld: "..."

"I remember last time I seemed to draw a little turtle climbing up the snow mountain, let me see if it's still there?" Chen Xing stretched out his hand and was about to lift Sein Feifei's vest up.

Sein Feifei stretched out his hand to block it, glared at Chen Xing and said, "What are you doing!"

Song Feifei was not prepared for Chen Xing's sudden attack, and his movements were still a little slow, and Chen Xing always glanced at him.I was about to be furious in my heart, but fortunately there were clothes blocking it, so I finally suppressed my anger and said harshly, "You see it this time!"

"I saw it, I saw it! I saw it all!" Chen Xing saw more than just the little turtle.

Sein Feifei was putting down his vest, but Chen Xing said again: "Wait a minute, I suspect this is not the real work, it may be your imitation!"

"What else do you want?" Sein Feifei yelled at Chen Xing.

That little turtle wasn't painted there, this stinky hooligan did it on purpose!

Seinfeld turned around and found a weapon on the table, the chair was too heavy, so find a small one, by the way, the ashtray on the table is just right!Sein Feifei reached out and picked up the ashtray on the table, gnashing his teeth, ready to turn around and smash the head of Chen Xing, a country bumpkin.

I'm going to make him bleed out!
Turning around, I found that the door was wide open, and the dead bumpkin had long since disappeared.

"..."

Sein Feifei suddenly felt very strong, and really didn't know what to use to deal with this stinky hooligan.

Chen Xing, the stinky rogue, has returned to the lobby of the gallery contentedly. The hall is empty except for a pile of paintings hanging for sale, and the big beauty Xu Qing is gone.

Hey, didn't the beautiful painter run away in anger?Alas, the loss outweighs the gain, and lost a whole beautiful woman.

Maybe the big beauty went to the bathroom, wait a minute.

Chen Xing looked at the paintings hanging on the wall boredly, and said one sentence after looking at one: "Well, the paper is full of failures!"

After walking around, there was not a piece of work that he didn't criticize, except for the picture of a turtle carrying a child that had already been pasted. He nodded in praise and said, "Well, a full paper is better than a pen!"

To be shameless is to have a realm!
After Chen Xing walked around, there was already one more person in the gallery. It was a young man in his twenties, with messy long hair, and his clothes were not much better than Chen Xing's. Judging from his expression and the paint left on his clothes and hands, this should be a young painter who has no ambitions.

Today's successful painters are no longer dressed like this.

Like Chen Xing, the young painter walked around the gallery, shaking his head and sighing at the words on the wall, saying: "Art can't be like this."

It wasn't until he came to Chen Xing's picture of a turtle carrying a child that he stood still, frowning tightly, standing closer for a while, standing farther for a while, and for a while, he opened his mouth and looked at the picture of a turtle with a child stupidly. The picture, standing still and not walking, was obviously shocked by this picture.

At this time, a rich woman walked into the gallery with a little boy.

The rich woman was covered in jewels and jewels, her belly was very big, and the two lumps of stupid meat on her chest trembled from time to time as she walked, as if they might fall off at any time.And the little white face behind her obviously has some kung fu in his hands, but his footsteps are sloppy and his face is pale. It seems that he is about to be squeezed dry by a rich woman.

The rich woman was also wandering around the gallery, nodding her head from time to time and saying, "This painting is good, and this painting is also good..."

Walking all the way, there is not a painting that she thinks is bad.

When visiting the picture of the tortoise carrying the child, the rich woman glanced at it and said, "Hey, why are some black balls also put up for sale?"

Upon hearing this, the young artist said disdainfully: "What do you know? This painting should be the best painting in this gallery. Laymen like you don't understand it at all, and you think other paintings are so good!"

When the rich woman heard the young painter mocking her, she pointed at the young painter's nose and shouted, "You poor man, what right do you have to say that I don't know how to do it? The paintings in my family are worth tens of millions, and you don't want to take pictures of them." Mirror, what artist is here!"

"Hmph, it's just you kind of knowledgeable people who consider themselves collectors but don't really understand anything. They discard real works of art like scraps of paper, but buy home those introductory works full of vulgar papers as treasures at a high price. It’s just blind! This work is so magical, you can’t see it at all!” The young painter pointed at Chen Xing’s painting and mocked the rich woman.

"You, how dare you say that I'm blind? Poor painters like you beg me to buy paintings in a low voice, and I won't buy them!" Throw it out!"

The little white face behind the rich woman immediately approached the young painter, put his hand on his shoulder, and was about to lift him up with all his strength, and then threw him out of the gallery, but found that he couldn't do it at all.At that time, I was shocked, could it be that this poor man is actually a hidden master!
The young painter was not afraid, and said: "After I succeed, people like you will buy paintings and I will not sell them!"

"Brother, you are very discerning, and I think this painting is the best painting in the entire gallery! Those blind people would be so ignorant!" Chen Xing had already stood beside the young painter at some point, One hand rests on the other shoulder of the young painter.

Naturally, the little boy didn't know that he couldn't use his strength. It was all because of Chen Xing's hand on the young artist's other shoulder. Every time the little boy put his strength, Chen Xing dissipated it through the young artist's shoulder, like a bull into the ocean.

The fat on the rich woman's face twitched again, why did another poor man come out and say that she was blind, she was so angry that the horse meat on her face trembled, and she scolded the little white face: "Are you eating for nothing? Quickly put these two Throw that poor soil turtle out and slap them in the face!"

Seeing that he couldn't do anything about the young painter, the little boy turned to look for bad luck on Chen Xing, and stretched out his hand to slap Chen Xing on the face.

But no one could see clearly what was going on, the palm that the little boy swung out finally returned to his face, "Slap!" The sound of "slap!" was very loud, and the echo of this slap echoed throughout the gallery.

A red palm print suddenly appeared on Xiaobailian's pale face.

"Are you stupid? I told you to beat them, how can you beat yourself!" the rich woman growled.

The little boy didn't understand why the slap he clearly slapped at his opponent hit him in the face?He shook his head, thinking, maybe he was raped too many times by the rich woman last night, and he was a little restless all day long.So he took a deep breath, pulled himself together, and waved many palms at Chen Xing.

"Papa..." There was a slap in the gallery.

After the sound stopped, both the rich woman and the young painter saw that Chen Xing, who was plucking his ears out of boredom, was fine, but the cheeks on both sides of the little white face were flushed and swollen, and the slap he slapped just now fell on his own. face.

Except for Chen Xing who slapped his face boredly, everyone else was dumbfounded.

How is this going?Did you hit a ghost in broad daylight?
"Hey, it's so lively." Sein Feifei came out from the backyard of the gallery, followed by a gallery assistant.

Just now Sein Feifei went to his assistant to discuss about his paintings, at this time the gallery assistant hung Sein Feifei's paintings on the wall.

"Madam Tang, are you here? Whose painting are you going to buy today?" Song Feifei obviously knew the rich woman.

Song Feifei's arrival temporarily distracted the rich woman Madam Tang's attention, she looked at the painting just hung on the wall, and said to Song Feifei: "I just came for a stroll, Miss Song, is this your new work?"

"Yes, this is my most proud work recently, is Mrs. Tang interested?" Sein Feifei said to Mrs. Tang with a smile.

Seinfeld's oil painting is a self-portrait, and it is a nude self-portrait.In the painting, except for a transparent scarf, Sein Feifei's jade body is unobstructed.

Chen Xing touched his chin, looked at Sein Feifei's appearance in the painting, recalled her naked body as a model in the studio, and said, "Your painting is not right."

"Where is the painting wrong?" Sein Feifei was very confident in this self-portrait, and disdainful of Chen Xing's comments.

"There is clearly a little turtle on your body trying to climb the snow mountain, but it's not in the picture!" Chen Xing pointed out this big loophole.

Seinfeld: "..."

This stinky rascal, I want to bite him to death!