halva[entertainment]

"Heh," Jian Ai saw that the dust cloth on the painting was pulled off, she hugged her hands lazily, leaned on the handrail of the stairs, raised her left eyebrow, "Smash it, continue."

Su Qingji focused his eyes on the standing painting. It was a full-body portrait of Tang Anran, dressed in more ordinary clothes, holding a white cat in his arms, with bright eyebrows and gentle eyes, like a casual pat, It is as realistic as it is printed on canvas.

Hearing Jian Ai's voice, she closed her eyes and turned her head.

Jian Ai slanted her chin to that side, and said with a half-hearted smile, "This one has no price, let your bodyguards smash it too."

Su Qingji had a cold look on his face, and gave her a sharp look.

"What are you doing back?" She repeated the question without emotion.

Jian Ai lowered her head and chuckled, her face was full of frivolity, her light maroon eyes glanced at Tang Anran's painting, "Isn't it obvious enough? I'm tired of playing in Italy, come back for a change."

Su Qingji heard what she meant, raised his eyebrows coldly, snorted lightly, and said in displeasure, "Would you like to show some shame?"

Jian Ai was not annoyed, she shook her head and smiled indifferently, standing on the stairs looking down from top to bottom, pursing her lips frivolously, "I am always like this, I like to linger in the flowers, I want to hunt for beauty Can you manage it?"

Seeing her appearance, Su Qingji breathed out his nose, and suddenly gave a disdainful smile on his serious face, without denying it.

The thin follower stepped on the tiles and walked towards the portrait that was as tall as a man.

She was wearing a silver-gray suit jacket with hanging sleeves, and the clothes were only draped over her shoulders. Inside was a black wrap-around skirt with embroidery. The pale white lighting beams hit her noble and glamorous figure, A long shadow casts on the ground.

Jian Ai looked at her unhurriedly, then walked down the stairs, and the other two men in black stood behind her, one on the left and one on the right.

Three steps away from the painting, Su Qingji stood still and looked carefully at the canvas for a few times.

Suddenly, she chuckled, with an unpredictable playful tone, "Miss Jane."

Jian Ai watched her turn around, and the two stood on each side in the empty hall, fighting against each other.

Su Qingji brushed the hair on the left side behind the ear, said in a cold voice, narrowing his eyes slightly, "I don't care who you want to hunt for, and I'm not interested, but Tang Anran, I advise you to put your mind to it as soon as possible. "

"Oh?" Jian Ai's skin was even brighter and whiter under the cold light, her three-dimensional facial features were full of exotic charm, and her slightly raised chin seemed to be full of aristocratic pride at all times. Fall in love with the same person as me again?"

"Tsk," Su Qingji came up angrily when he heard her address, "What did you call me?"

"Sister Susu," Jian Ai said intentionally, "Little upstart, this lady is seven years older than you, isn't it reasonable to call you a younger sister?"

Su Qingji's eyes dimmed, and the only people around were You Luo who called her Susu since she was a child. When Jian Ai and You Luo were together before, she also called her that. Seemingly happy every day, Su Qingji just turned a blind eye and Jian Ai called her that.

But now, this woman has hurt You Luo so deeply, and now she deliberately mentions names related to You Luo, Su Qingji is furious when she hears it.

Her cold peach eyes were sharp, and her voice was dangerous: "Don't you dare to mention the word Susu again, do you believe that I will make both of your eyes blue this time?"

After Xi Zhu entered the door, he had been standing in an inconspicuous position, but now he was taken aback when he heard what Su Qingji said.

She was surprised: what's going on?Listening to the meaning of this, could it be possible that sister Cheng beat this mixed-race artist before? !

The woman in front of her was cold and her eyes were aggressive. Jian Ai's eyes flickered for a moment, as if recalling something, she almost subconsciously took half a step back. Fortunately, she regained her confidence immediately, and said unwillingly to be outdone: "You Being my bodyguard is just a display? After so many years, my temper is as irritable as ever, it's really unlucky for Tangtang to film with you."

"Heh, for a person like you, what kind of temper do I need?" Su Qingji heard her mention Tang Anran again, and his words became even more irritating: "Tang Anran is really bad luck if you think about it like a scumbag." , Jian Ai, listen carefully, it is enough for you to harm one of the people around me, don't even think about her."

"Yo, the little upstart is still domineering? Tangtang and I have known each other for six years. In terms of first come first come first, I am more qualified to chase her than you."

"First come, first served?" Su Qingji seemed to hear a joke, "Emotions are first come first?"

Xi Zhu pricked up his ears.

Oh my god, is my sister finally admitting that she likes Teacher Tang?

Su Qingji smiled casually, and said to Jian Ai: "Yes, I am domineering, not only domineering, but also protective, and very possessive. The whole Z country knows that Tang Anran has something to do with me. Now she is in our Do you want to chase her under my nose? There is no way."

"Besides," Su Qingji glanced at her up and down, and said condescendingly, "How could she like your type."

"Huh?" Jian Ai frowned in disbelief, but she didn't expect her conversation to suddenly turn here.

She is as tall as Su Qingji, with long legs and a thin body, but even if the mixed-race face is delicate, it is still not as good as Su Qingji's 360-degree photogenic face, not to mention that this woman has an excellent figure like a clothes hanger Proportion.

So when she heard this, she choked, but immediately turned around and counterattacked in another way: "Could it be that I like your violent temper?!"

Su Qingji snorted coldly.

Jian Ai's eyes were fixed, "I will compete fairly with you."

"Fair competition?" Su Qingji's phone vibrated suddenly, she picked it up to look at the eye screen, and then said leisurely: "This is not Italy where your Rossi family dominates the wind and rain. In country Z, you talk about fairness with me?"

"I know that you are rich and powerful here, but so what? I have known Tangtang for six years, and I know her emotions much better than you. Apart from being like your cousin Gao Zirong, you can't be seen online. Manipulating public opinion and making it known to everyone, what else can you do?"

When mentioning Gao Zirong, Su Qingji didn't immediately reply to Jian Ai's words, but suddenly stopped talking. She sized up Jian Ai with probing eyes, frowned and said hesitantly: "You... have read the news about Luoluo ?”

Jian Ai was stunned for a moment, her lips moved, she denied it nonchalantly, "Weibo is all over the place, I just want to be out of sight and out of mind."

Su Qingji didn't let go of any of her subtle expressions, and Jian Ai's flickering eyes gave her the feeling that this woman had been secretly paying attention to You Luo.

The object of You Luo's obsession stood in front of her, and Su Qingji's mind was filled with all kinds of sad feelings about You Luo. The country disappeared, but when you came back to this place, you didn’t want to explain to the people back then? You only left a word to her to agree to break up, and you didn’t say a word. Once you left and there was no news, my sister is so insignificant in your heart? "

Jian Ai hid her emotions well, shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "What is there to explain? I cheated, and that's it. I hugged the spring breeze in Italy for a while, and the photos are clear. I'm a scumbag. Huaxin, I agree with her proposal to break up, there is nothing to say."

Su Qingji actually didn't have any expectations for this person at first, and when he heard what she said, he sneered in disappointment, feeling sorry for You.

She has been thinking about being alone for six years, but now that she returns to China, she is chasing after someone else. One is thinking about the old love, and the other is eager for a new start.

Was You Luo obsessed with ghosts?This woman is simply a walking disaster, and now she still wants to attack Tang Anran.

Never give her a chance.

Su Qingji took a deep breath, his tone was emotionless but firm, "Jian Ai, if you want to play, you can go to anyone, but Tang Anran, it's impossible, you don't want to play her tricks without me. "

"Yo, why, Tangtang is still under your control? Can you restrict me or her?"

There was the sound of a car approaching outside, and Su Qingji glanced at the mobile phone that received the text message again, and suddenly said with a smile: "You know the word ban? Chinese is pretty good."

Two Bentleys stopped at the door, and Jian Ai looked at the door. Four men in white and black looked at each other and came to her side.

Su Qingji raised his eyebrows, "Restrictions are a bit absolute, but Master Jian finally returned to country Z, it's not good to spend too much time in the studio, he must be busy with things, so as not to do something that people don't like."

After the words fell, I heard an unknown number of people getting out of the car outside the door, their leather shoes stepped on the ground messily, and with a bang, the unlocked door was pushed wide open.

There were people on both sides of the road, and a middle-aged man in a meticulous suit walked in from the middle.He looked to be in his mid-fifties, with rimless glasses and a short, sharp mustache on his upper lip.

"Uncle Mo." Su Qingji greeted him lightly when he saw the person coming.

Seeing Su Qingji, Mo Huajie, who looked like an old-school elite, immediately bent down slightly, and said respectfully, "Miss."

Jian Ai stood opposite Su Qingji, seeing who was coming, she asked Su Qingji in disbelief: "You—"

"Miss Jian Ai," Mo Huajie suddenly interrupted her, his voice was low, although there was a smile in his words, it still sounded serious, "Why don't you say anything when you return to China, the old man specially asked me to invite you Go and sit at home."

Mo Huajie raised his hand, and a person came up from behind, and presented an invitation card in a serious manner. The low-key and luxurious dark blue paper card was outlined with golden patterns.

In one of the circles, the word "Su" is written.

Su Qingji looked at the invitation card and laughed out loud: "Grandpa is looking for some portraits recently, it's time for Miss Jian to return home."

Su Qingji's grandfather, Su Guan, was keen on collecting calligraphy and painting.Jian Ai's grandfather, Jian Zhongjin, is a famous painter in country Z, and he has been friends with Su Guan for decades.

In the early years, the three members of Jian Zhongjin's family lived in Italy, the country of art. Jian Zhongjin's daughter, Jian Ai's mother, met the heir of the Rossi family with a long history in Italy. The two got married and gave birth to the mixed-race Jane Ai .

Jian Ai's Chinese name is taken from her mother's surname, and the word "AI" comes from the first sound of the Italian name Egle.

Jian Ai has shown excellent painting talent since she was a child, and Jian Zhongjin always took her back to China to meet old friends in the art world in her early years, and Su Guan was naturally indispensable among them.

In addition to his status as the richest man in Country Z, Su Guan is also the honorary chairman of the Artists Association because he donated a lot of money to the Artists Association of Country Z.

There are so many layers of relationships, and when the invitation was delivered to her, it was hard for Jian Ai not to accept it.

Mo Huajie is the housekeeper of the Su family. Seeing that Jian Ai accepted the invitation, he smiled and said, "I will send someone to pick up Miss Jian at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Su Qingji was very satisfied when he heard about the time, "Miss Jian is probably going to be busy, so take a good rest tonight, and I won't bother you."

Jian Ai suppressed her throat and glared at her, "You are cruel enough."

Su Qingji smiled gloatingly, "It's just a phone call, it's easy to do, who told you to get her ideas." She turned to leave, just took a step, then turned back, "You said just now, besides manipulating public opinion, I have nothing to do. Nothing else, right?"

Jian Ai looked like you still want to say something.

Su Qingji lowered his eyes, took two steps forward, raised the corners of his lips if there was any deep meaning, and whispered softly: "Then tell me... I kissed her, looked at her, touched her, these things ...does it count as something else?"

"...Wh, what?" There was too much information, and Jian Ai couldn't digest it for a while.

"It's nothing, the literal meaning." Su Qingji's peach eyes concealed his emotions, stepped on his high-heeled shoes, and said lightly: "Uncle Mo, Miss Jian broke a few things, and the compensation will be credited to my account."

"Ok."

"Also," she glanced at Tang Anran's full-body portrait, "I want that painting, move it away."

Mo Huajie glanced over, and then respectfully sent her off, "Yes."

"Eh? You said you want it? Did I agree?!" Jian Ai shouted at her back.

Mo Huajie stretched out his arm to stop her, and the ten bodyguards behind him followed his gesture and all took a step forward.

He smiled like an inscrutable smiling tiger, "Miss Jian, let's talk about this painting."