Martial Doctor Supreme

Chapter 207 When You Shame Later

When the middle-aged reporter saw Zhou Hanwen looking out of the window in a dumbfounded manner, he also looked out of the window in confusion.

The speed of the Porsche car was much faster than their car, and when he turned to look, he could only see the rear of the Porsche.

He turned around and looked suspiciously on Zhou Hanwen: "Mr. Zhou, are you here?"

"what?

No, it's fine.

It should be because I didn't rest well last night and had hallucinations.

I actually saw just now that in the Porsche car in front, Miss Shang was driving as the driver, and the boy was sitting leisurely by the side! "

Zhou Hanwen came back to his senses and rubbed his eyes, with a look of confusion on his face.

It was definitely an illusion just now, but how could it be so real?

"Hahaha! Mr. Zhou, your hallucination is too outrageous. What kind of character is Shang Qingdai? She is a famous iceberg goddess in the whole Nanyue Province. She has a superior family background, and her own abilities also make countless men ashamed.

How could a woman like her be a driver?

Not to mention that kid just now, even if the conditions are better than hers, he should hold her in the palm of his hand and coax her like a fairy. "

The middle-aged reporter laughed.

Zhou Hanwen thought about it carefully, it was indeed the case, and the frowning brows only relaxed at this time.

The middle-aged reporter continued: "In my opinion, Mr. Zhou, you care too much about Shang Qingdai. When you see a man beside her, you treat him as an imaginary rival in love.

You don't even think about it, how can that kind of guy be your rival in love?

He is just a toad on the ground, and Shang Qingdai is a white swan aloof, no matter how close he is, there will be no story between the two sides! "

 …

This time Shang Qingdai came to participate in a small private art exhibition.

The organizer of the exhibition is Jiang Qingsong, a figure who has been in the limelight in the Chinese painting circle in recent years.

Today's Jiang Qingsong has long been out of reach for ordinary people. Those who can be invited to participate in the exhibition are either elites from all walks of life, or from a wealthy family.

Yang Mu and Shang Qingdai, in the respectful voice of the doorman, walked into the luxuriously furnished exhibition hall.

"The exhibition this time is Jiang Qingsong's works in the past two years, a total of 13 paintings.

Jiang Qingsong is good at depicting living things, and can incorporate various gestures and charms into his paintings.

It is precisely because his paintings have an indescribable charm that they have been highly respected by the rich circle over the past few years. "

Shang Qingdai said while leading Yang Mu towards the inside.

"In such a large exhibition hall, only 13 paintings are displayed?

He only painted 13 pictures in two years, and this guy is lazy enough. "

Yang Mu said.

Shang Qingdai gave him a charming white eye: "If you want to draw a satisfactory work, you need skills, inspiration, and state.

13 works in two years, the number is already amazing.

You guy, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, otherwise, people will make fun of you later. "

Yang Mu didn't care in his heart, but he didn't refute it.

Is it so particular about painting in the dark? If you want, I can draw a few for you on the spot.

He had already seen one of the exhibits hanging in front of him at this time.

Although most of his own works cannot be compared with that mysterious master, but no matter what, they will not be worse than these exhibits.

Shang Qingdai's love for antique calligraphy and painting is not a pretense, but from the heart. She walked to the exhibit not far away.

At this time, she subconsciously wanted to share some opinions with others, but when she turned her head, she only saw Yang Mu, and she had no choice but to take back the words in her heart. The exquisiteness of the exhibits in front of him, he didn't understand even after talking to this guy, he was just playing the piano to the cow.

"Haha! President Shang, are you here too?"

At this moment, a slightly fat middle-aged man walked over not far away, and he came over with a happy face.

The middle-aged man and Shang Qingdai were fairly familiar with each other. Both of them were from Tianhai City, and they were both fascinated by antique calligraphy and painting. They had met each other several times.

Not long after, a few more people arrived.

These people are all wealthy and rich. For them, now is not only an opportunity to appreciate paintings, but also an opportunity to expand their contacts.

"Mr. Shang, you don't know yet, do you?

Why did Master Jiang suddenly hold this exhibition? "

A slightly chubby woman with elegant makeup said with a smile.

"why?"

Shang Qingdai asked curiously.

The woman smiled and said: "It is said that it is because Master Jiang painted his most satisfactory works a few days ago.

He thinks that work is the pinnacle of what he can achieve today.

Delighted to hold this exhibition! "

"A masterpiece is made by nature, and a wonderful hand puppet has it! Master Jiang is naturally very happy to have this masterpiece. This is an invitation to everyone to come and appreciate it together."

"I heard that the painting was called 'A Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix', and I was planning to go there to pay my respects.

Why don't we all go together? "

Someone immediately agreed to speak.

Shang Qingdai's eyes were full of anticipation, she nodded and said:

"If that's the case, then let's go over and have a look together.

To be considered by Master Jiang as his pinnacle work, I think it surpasses other works in the past! "

Everyone was excited and walked towards the middle of the exhibition hall.

Yang Mu walked at the back unhurriedly. Compared with the excited faces of the others, his expression was indifferent and seemed a little out of place.

"Why are you staring at me, jealous that I am more handsome than you?"

Yang Mu turned to look at Zhou Hanwen who was staring at him not far away.

Zhou Hanwen, the middle-aged reporter, and a few camera crews had already arrived just now, but they didn't approach, they just stood by and watched silently.

Seeing that the other party noticed, Zhou Hanwen snorted coldly and walked to Yang Mu's side:

"I was observing you just now, obviously, you don't know anything about painting and calligraphy.

When Miss Shang and the others are tasting the works, you can't even talk, you are a complete layman! "

"so what?"

Yang Mu glanced at him casually, "It's none of your business whether I understand calligraphy and painting?"

Zhou Hanwen obviously didn't expect the other party to be so thick-skinned and his words so vulgar, so he couldn't help being furious!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the scene he saw earlier did not look like an illusion, and the guy in front of him, beside Shang Qingdai, did not have the slightest respect he should have as a driver.

It is very likely that this guy is really not the driver, but a friend of Shang Qingdai?

In other words, it is really possible that he is his own rival!

"An uneducated guy like you doesn't deserve to make me angry at all, let alone have the slightest idea about Miss Shang!"

Zhou Hanwen suppressed his anger and said in a low voice, "Miss Shang and I are both members of the Nanyue Provincial Calligrapher and Painter Association, so it's different from a guy like you who can't hold back a word when you see the exhibits.

I advise you to act on your own, it is best to leave now, otherwise, you will be embarrassed later. "

Speaking of the latter, Zhou Hanwen had a sneer in his eyes. If this guy didn't know how to praise him, he had already figured out how to deal with him.