I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

Gu Qianhuan squeezed the cup, the rich tea aroma mixed with the milk flavor permeated his mouth, he raised his eyes to look at Ruan Jiaming: "Why do you say that?"

Ruan Jiaming didn't dare to go to see him at all: "I met my aunt when I came back just now, and I realized that the guest of Lanaosai not only invited you, but also another young disciple who is said to be a master in the painting world, it should be the one just now. Domineering man, Huanhuan, I'm sorry."

It was because he didn't think carefully and didn't ask clearly, even Ruan Jiaming himself didn't expect that his aunt would hide it from him.

His eyes flickered, remembering that before, his aunt sighed at the parents, he wanted to share the burden, and even made a guarantee with her, but he didn't expect his aunt to lie to him, he had already promised that he would be able to invite Blindsight, why bother? Please someone else.

He could understand that his aunt was just in case, but he still couldn't accept it psychologically.

Ruan Jiaming didn't intend to hide it, so he told him everything. After hearing this, Gu Qianhuan lowered his eyes and comforted him: "It's nothing, you have no responsibility for this matter, don't go into a dead end."

Gu Qianhuan said a few words, he really didn't blame Ruan Jiaming, what was wrong with him, but Ruan Xin's actions made people feel uncomfortable, and maybe there would be no opportunities for cooperation in the future.

In a word, Gu Qianhuan gave up the idea of ​​continuing cooperation.

On the other side, Xu Ze, who had finished his makeup, looked at Gu Qianhuan contemptuously, and walked towards him, completely forgetting the storm just now, and now his tone changed: "It's about to start, where is your makeup artist? If you can’t find it, use mine first.”

Ruan Jiaming's face immediately wrinkled. What does this person mean? Does Huanhuan only deserve what he has left?Belittling Gu Qianhuan overtly and secretly.

That's really embarrassing, a smile appeared on the corner of Ruan Jiaming's lips, facing Xu Yan, his face was full of provocation: "Who said that?"

"Sister Lin, Huanhuan can put on makeup now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a stylishly dressed woman came out from one side, holding a set of silver-gray boxes in her hand. After opening the five-story folding ladder, there were a variety of makeup tools on it, some of which were still unopened. Know it's worth a fortune.

Xu Yan's face was ugly, and before he could say anything, Ruan Jiaming seemed to have no intention of explaining: "Oh, I really misunderstood you, in fact, we don't want to do this, some people just have to put on makeup in advance, it takes a long time, and it takes a long time. Makeup artists do makeup in advance, and some can do it in a few minutes, which is incomparable."

After he finished speaking, he let out a long sigh. That appearance directly turned Xu Yan into a puffer fish, the kind that can go to the sky with a rope.

He glanced at Gu Qianhuan jealously. Even so, he couldn't confuse his conscience to say that he was better-looking than Gu Qianhuan. That was not boasting, it was a moon landing, but the more he said this, the angrier he became.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the cosmetics on his original seat, he didn't know how many times he had used them before, and when he looked at Gu Qianhuan's side, the sharp contrast forced him to feel resentful.

Xu Yan didn't realize at all that the makeup artist beside him looked at him with contempt and disdain. Sister Lin is the ace makeup artist of their TV station with superb skills, and what is Gu Qianhuan's identity? He is Blindsight!

This one doesn't even look in the mirror to see if he is worthy, if he is qualified enough.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for the program to start broadcasting.

After Ruan Jiaming learned about the arrangement, his face sank and he clenched his fingers. His aunt was really—too much!

It's not the one-on-one he imagined, but he directly invites two guests to play at the same time. Gu Qianhuan's reputation is well known to everyone, and the domineering man is almost unknown except for the name of a young master in the painting industry. Two people with unequal identities get together by force, there must be a pull.

Ruan Jiaming regretted it now.

He who is well versed in routines doesn't know why. Some media are good at making use of public opinion and making gimmicks, and his aunt is one of the best. No matter what the result is, it will not be very good for Huanhuan.

"Huanhuan." Before leaving, he grabbed Gu Qianhuan's corner of the knit sweater and it was slightly deformed. Gu Qianhuan looked at him, and Ruan Jiaming murmured, "Why don't we go, I'll take care of things."

Gu Qianhuan smiled: "Student Xiao Ming, what stupid things are you talking about?"

"It's coming to me soon, let go of the poor sweater, it's going to be ripped to death by you."

Ruan Jiaming forced a smile, subconsciously let go of his hand, and Gu Qianhuan walked inside in a flash.

This is a talk show. It sounds like a high-ranking person, but it is actually about personal life experience, to satisfy everyone's curiosity about celebrities. The more famous celebrities, the higher the popularity of ordinary people.

Ruan Xin was going to break the previous pattern and directly invite two guests to come on stage, so as to form a natural control group. As for her nephew, she didn't take it seriously at all.

Yes, from the very beginning, Ruan Xin didn't believe that Ruan Jiaming knew Blindsight, she thought it was her own credit, after all, Blindsight only replied after she made an invitation, so it was Ruan Jiaming's credit.

It can only be said that she thinks too much of herself, and she still wants to handle Gu Qianhuan.

Specifically on stage, it was alright at the beginning, and the target was not obvious, until later, the hostess asked: "How did you two become apprentices to the current teacher? Do you have any stories?"

All the questions are TM!

Backstage Ruan Jiaming clenched his fists angrily, asked the same question twice, or asked two people, the answer must be different, compared with each other, the contradiction immediately became apparent.

Back on the stage, Xu Yan's eyes lit up. He suppressed the expression on his face and said, "My story is quite tortuous, and it's a bit ridiculous to tell. Let's listen to Senior Gu first."

Gu Qian laughed: "When you say that, do you mean that my story is flat?"

WC!

Xu Yan punched the villain in his heart, but he couldn't do it. Even the host on the stage was surprised. He didn't expect Gu Qianhuan to be so stubborn.

Then, she was happy to see it happen.

Gu Qianhuan didn't hold back, and said directly: "I joined Teacher Zheng at the age of nine, which is a bit different from what he said. When I was young, I was more stubborn. In the beginning, another elder actually wanted to accept me as a disciple."

Host: "Can you tell me who it is?

Gu Qianhuan smiled inexplicably, Xu Yan on one side was about to die of anger, he knew who Gu Qianhuan was talking about better than anyone else, but he didn't dare to say it.

Xu Yan lowered his head in resentment.

Gu Qianhuan didn't pay attention, he shook his head as a refusal, and then said: "But I think Teacher Zheng is more suitable for me, so I chose Teacher Zheng. Later, my daily life was painting and participating in various competitions, until now."

The host deliberately bit two words: "Choose?"

Gu Qianhuan smiled and said nothing.

The information revealed from his faint words, on the contrary, attracted netizens to think deeply. Two big bosses competed for him. After calculation, how old was he at that time, nine years old?ten years old?To put it succinctly, it is an invisible momentum.

Xu Yan couldn't hold back anymore, he couldn't help but fight, if this continues, there will be no shots of him, Xu Yan showed a shy smile on his face, it was very unnatural for him to intervene, but when everyone noticed what he said, who would Wouldn't have noticed either.

Xu Yan directly mentioned Lu Xueping's name, and swore that he was Lu Xueping's disciple.

There was an uproar underneath.

Seeing this, Xu Yan showed a smile in his eyes, but in a blink of an eye, he mourned again: "Actually, with my aptitude, I can't be a teacher's disciple. It's because my brother, he is a registered student of the teacher, and something happened later. ..."

His voice became lower and lower, and his sad appearance aroused the curiosity of countless people. The host naturally asked, "Can you tell me, what happened?"

Xu Yan lowered his head, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and it was fleeting. He said Xu Ze's death was miserable, which aroused everyone's pity, including Sandria's terrorist organization. Only then did everyone know that such a thing happened .

In a sense, he did succeed.

Brothers depend on each other for life, elder brother died for his dream, younger brother inherits elder brother's will, touched the big names in the animation industry, standard beautiful, tragic and strong script, but it also depends on whether this person is worthy or not.

Gu Qianhuan broke his foreshadowing with just one sentence.

To say that it was Xu Yan's death, in order to exaggerate the facts, he just wanted to lie, which is not right, it is a secret change of concept.

He is not a poor man.

His elder brother Xu Ze is a rising star in the painting world worth over [-] million yuan, and as we all know, the price of paintings after the artist's death is at least double that of before.In this way, Xu Yan is not a pitiful person. He is richer than most people, and he is a standard rich boy. Moreover, the Lanaosai qualification certificate should not be owned at all given his current reputation. He took it. Lu Xueping's qualification certificate, people who do this usually hide it, so it doesn't look like he is like a stunned young man, and he bursts out carelessly.

You have to put the handle in his hand.

Gu Qianhuan pursed the corners of her lips lightly.

As soon as these words came out, there were bursts of voices from below. Xu Yan knew it was not a good thing without thinking about it. He looked at the young man opposite him with gloomy eyes. Gu Qianhuan remained motionless and smiled at him softly and warmly.

Xu Yan's brain was congested, this smile fell into his eyes, it was a bright mockery, he hated: "You—"

Before finishing a sentence, two security guards rushed out from both sides of the stage, covered his mouth and took him down. The hostess received a direct order from the head of the station in the earphones, hold on, and continue to ask questions as before. Nothing ever happened.

The audience in the audience was deceived, and they were so angry that they received a small gift from the program group, who cares about him!

Gu Qianhuan was not affected at all, and turned to popularize the history of oil painting, some small techniques in painting, and the most important thing was his painting. When he was brought to the stage, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The valuable "Snowstorm", "Ode" and "The Last Week" are displayed on the stage. Those who really see it will be shocked by the exquisiteness of the painting, the passion of the painting, and the high price of hundreds of millions. Gu Qianhuan Become famous in one fell swoop.

Afterwards, someone joked that the first half of the interview and the second half were completely separated into two themes, and no one disagreed.

In the bathroom, Gu Qianhuan poured clear water on his face, the coolness woke him up.When he raised his eyes, he saw Xu Yan who was lingering, who was a few steps away from him, looking at him with gritted teeth.

Gu Qianhuan frowned: "What's the matter?"

Xu Yan: "If it wasn't for you, my brother wouldn't have gone to Sandria at all, and he wouldn't have died!"

Gu Qianhuan was stunned for a moment, Xu Yan came to his senses and realized that he had made a slip of the tongue. His heart froze, and he said in one breath: "It's because of you! If you didn't go abroad, I wouldn't be the one who picks up the wind." Brother, look at how lucky you are, blessed by God, loved by your teacher, and able to become famous in the painting world, how lucky are you! But..."

He looked at Gu Qianhuan with hatred: "But, does my brother deserve to die? Should he be killed by a terrorist organization that killed thousands of knives for you?"

Gu Qianhuan blinked and laughed.

His eyes were dark and swirling, unable to reflect half of the light.

The author has something to say: Second watch, finished.

I'm so good, I wrote three thousand and two!

It was originally two thousand and two, but one thousand words were added, which is great!