Top Scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

Zhan Qinghuan herself likes little florals very much. On the day she followed Huo Xian to the art exhibition, she wore a knee-length floral skirt and a pair of round-toed leather shoes with a little high heels. A black rubber band was tied up, and a light makeup was painted on himself.

Zhan Qinghuan was 26 years old when she was selected by the system. She has experienced the first two worlds. If you count the time, she should be a woman who has already entered the [-]th year?

Pretend to be more tender while you can still, Zhan Qinghuan still likes her little skirt very much.

Or how to say that the completion of fashion depends on the face, Zhan Qinghuan's careful maintenance during this period is still very useful.

Before, she insisted on going to bed early and getting up early every day, eating meals on time, eating fruits to supplement vitamin C, and trying to ensure a balanced nutrition. Now her skin looks much better than before, her spirit is much better, and her dark circles are gradually fading away.

So now Zhan Qinghuan doesn't need to use concealer, just apply a light layer of foundation and the dark circles under the eyes will be invisible.

Tan Qingqing's eyebrow shape is a bit strange, Zhan Qinghuan had been repairing it for a long time the night before, and she drew a few before choosing the one that suits her a little bit. After packing, she opened the door with her bag, and Huo Xian was already waiting downstairs for Zhan Qing Happy.

Huo Xian chose a slightly loose black shirt and lead skirt today. She looks clean and neat, and her good figure can be seen at a glance. She wears a pair of [-]cm high heels, which looks taller than Zhan Qinghuan.

Wherever she goes, it's the scenery.

Zhan Qinghuan didn't bring a lot of things with her when she went out, so she only took a bag, packed it and her wallet, and went downstairs.

Huo Xian heard the movement and looked upstairs, Zhan Qinghuan walked down the stairs slowly, her calves were exposed outside her skirt, Huo Xian never moved her eyes.

Until Zhan Qinghuan stood in front of Huo Xian, Huo Xian looked at Zhan Qinghuan, smiled lightly and said, "Go to the art exhibition and dress yourself up so beautifully."

It seemed that she was a little moved.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Qinghuan heard some ambiguity, and his expression looked a little puzzled and cautious: "Is it too informal?"

"No." Huo Xian lifted Zhan Qinghuan's ear and helped her pull her hair a little: "Hair is a bit messy, shall we go now?"

Her fingertips slightly touched the tips of Zhan Qinghuan's ears. The two of them were a little close, and Huo Xian could even see the fine fluff on the tips of Zhan Qinghuan's ears.

It's kind of cute.

This little tenant can always bring different surprises to Huo Xian, and it's amazing how seriously she dresses up.

I really want to wear bunny ears on her.

Zhan Qinghuan obviously didn't know how evil Huo Xian's mental activities were. She got into Huo Xian's sports car, and Huo Xian put on a pair of sunglasses, looking beautiful and rustic.

808 did not tell Zhan Qinghuan what Huo Xian's family background is, but Zhan Qinghuan can guess that it must be either rich or expensive.

After all, the goals of her strategies in the last two worlds were to be beautiful and strong. Although Zhan Qinghuan seems a little freer in this world, she feels...

It's still under the opponent's control.

And Huo Xian's familiar smile before made Zhan Qinghuan involuntarily fascinated.

The wind outside the window blows gently into the car, and the weather is not too hot, so the air conditioner is not turned on in the car.

Zhan Qinghuan turned her head to look out the window, but her eyes were a little heavy.

An idea gradually came into her mind, but that idea had no basis, it was just Zhan Qinghuan's plain guess.

And she may need to do something to confirm her guess.

For example, try to flirt?

After arriving at the art exhibition, Huo Xian found a parking space and got off the car with Zhan Qinghuan. Huo Xian took out an invitation letter from her bag and handed it to the waiter at the door.

The waiter nodded to them after taking it, indicating that they can go in.

There are not many people in the art exhibition, and occasionally you can hear the soft sound of high heels. Zhan Qinghuan and Huo Xian took a look. There are four main exhibition areas, Chinese painting, oil painting, modern painting and celebrity calligraphy and painting exhibition.

Huo Xian and Zhan Qinghuan watched for a while, and then the narrator of the exhibition came to introduce them. Zhan Qinghuan listened carefully, and the narrator's voice was very sweet.

After the narrator finished introducing one place, Zhan Qinghuan suddenly stopped in front of a picture.

It was an oil painting, depicting the sun rising from the sea level, the lines looked a bit messy, with gentle colors, those lines seemed to make people feel the despair and blindness of the painter.

Underneath that is the name of the painting: Her Sunrise.

The commentator saw that Zhan Qinghuan stayed in front of the picture for a while, and came over to introduce to Zhan Qinghuan: "This is a famous entrepreneur who died, her relatives stole it, and was recovered later. An oil painting. After going around a few times, it came to our museum. This time, our painting exhibition also held a charity auction. This painting happens to be on the auction list. If you are interested, you can take this painting."

"What's the reserve price of this painting?" Zhan Qing laughed happily, as if he was very interested in the charity auction.

"One hundred thousand."

Zhan Qinghuan didn't stop in front of that picture, she and Huo Xian went to another venue.

On the way, Huo Xian asked her: "That painting doesn't seem to have much collection value."

And [-] is really too cheap for a painting, but Huo Xian could see that Zhan Qinghuan's eyes flashed with surprise when she saw the painting.

Zhan Qinghuan didn't look at Huo Xian, but just looked at the front, her tone was a bit faint: "A painting is not judged by its original value, but by how valuable the person who bought it thinks it is."

After finishing speaking, even Zhan Qinghuan herself felt that the talk was a bit convoluted. She pursed her lips and smiled, hiding the sad eyes in her eyes, and said, "It's just that it fits my eyes well, nothing else."

Huo Xian didn't ask any further. They walked to the modern painting exhibition hall. Compared with the previous oil painting exhibition hall, there seemed to be many more people here. As soon as Zhan Qinghuan and Huo Xian entered, Zhan Qinghuan saw it. one person.

"I saw my teacher, shall we say hello together?" Zhan Qinghuan asked.

"it is good."

To be precise, that person was Tan Qingqing's teacher at Central America.

He obviously also saw Tan Qingqing at a glance. There was a female companion beside him who looked about his age. When he saw Tan Qingqing, the teacher obviously hadn't reacted.

And Zhan Qinghuan and Huo Xian have already walked in front of Zhang Shiyi.

"Hi teacher, I'm Tan Qingqing, do you still remember me?" Zhan Qing was contagious when she laughed happily. Although her green hair looked very flamboyant, it was neatly combed and gave people The feeling is still very good.

Although she has different appearances in different time and space, some expressions and subtle expressions are unique to this person.

When Zhang Shiyi heard Zhan Qinghuan introduce himself like this, he nodded and smiled quickly: "Why don't you remember, you were considered the most gifted child at that time, but you didn't like to communicate with the teacher very much, and now you look better than before A lot, the teacher is really happy for you!"

"Thank you, teacher." Zhan Qinghuan smiled sweetly, and then said to the lady next to Zhang Shiyi: "Hello, teacher."

"Hello."

"This is my friend. She brought me to this exhibition this time. If it wasn't for her, I might not have seen you."

Zhan Qinghuan's words and deeds now seem to be graceful, not at all like the little stuffy pot who just entered the campus a few years ago and always liked to keep his head down and say nothing.

For some reason, Zhang Shiyi felt very comforted in his heart.

Tan Qingqing back then was too introverted and sealed herself up in a small world alone. Although her paintings did look very aura, but if she wanted to survive in contemporary society, it was too out of touch.

Zhang Shiyi has always been worried about Tan Qingqing, but Tan Qingqing disappeared after graduation.

So when Zhan Qinghuan introduced this friend beside her, Zhang Shiyi was even a little grateful in his heart.

Until he saw Huo Xian, he felt familiar with this girl.

"Hi, Master Zhang, I'm Qingqing's friend, and my name is Huo Xian." Huo Xian is also pretty when she smiles, but her smile reminds Zhang Shiyi of why Huo Xian looks so familiar .

"Huo Xian! Let me tell you why you look so familiar. Your mother's name is Huo Wuyou, isn't it?" Zhang Shiyi's eyes lit up almost immediately when he looked at Huo Xian.

Huo Xian also had a slightly surprised expression, and she asked, "Do you know my mother?"

Zhang Shiyi laughed twice: "I used to be classmates with her. She went abroad later, and we never met again. I think you look like her, and your surname is Huo. I didn't expect you to guess right."

At this time, Zhan Qinghuan vaguely understood why Huo Xian had an invitation letter for this art exhibition. Since her mother and Zhang Shiyi were classmates, her mother should also be a famous painter.

They chatted for a while, and the atmosphere on both sides was not bad. Zhang Shiyi saw an acquaintance again, so he said sorry twice.

Huo Xian and Zhan Qinghuan continued walking in the exhibition, suddenly Huo Xian said: "I didn't expect you to be a disciple of Master Zhang, but he is a master, why did you become a cartoonist?"

Huo Xian's question actually crossed the line, Zhan Qinghuan pretended not to understand, but just smiled inwardly.

Xiao Mian, are you more and more curious about me?

But this question may only be asked Tan Qingqing.

Who knows what was wrong with her back then to choose to be a manga artist, maybe it was because of her enthusiasm when she was young, or maybe it was because of her long-standing dream.

"Isn't a manga artist also a teacher? Mr. Zhang is a master, and I am a manga artist. Manga is one word more than big."

Regarding Zhan Qinghuan's fallacies, Huo Xian could only smile helplessly and said, "Whatever you say is what you say."

However, from Master Zhang's description, Huo Xian can feel that Tan Qingqing was a very introverted child before. As for why she is so lively now, she must have experienced something.

After all, it is not easy for introverted children to get out of their own world.

However, they would never have thought that it was not Tan Qingqing who came out of the previous world, but a different soul.

The person they are in contact with now is not Tan Qingqing.

When Zhan Qinghuan and Huo Xian were walking slowly in the four exhibition halls, Zhang Shiyi sent his assistant to find Zhan Qinghuan and Huo Xian, saying that there was a dinner in the afternoon, and hoped that they could come together.

Zhan Qinghuan asked Huo Xian if she would like to go, Huo Xian smiled and said: "I'm fine, I'm just wondering where to eat at noon."

After telling Zhang Shiyi's assistant that they would go to the banquet, the assistant said a name, not far from the museum, which is still a very high-end restaurant.

After Zhan Qinghuan said hello, the assistant walked away.

The author has something to say: the night next door has been fully unlocked, let me just say, if there is a little angel who has already locked it when watching it, maybe you can go and have a look now

It's really refreshing without red locks! ==