The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

[I don't care, if people know that the person who lives with me is an idiot, others will think that I am an idiot too, you can't drag me down, show me]

【Gong Shenmu, do you dare to be unreasonable anymore】

【To be reasonable, don't come and kiss me secretly in the future】

【…I go to read books, I go to see paintings】

………………

"Cesar," said a slightly joyful voice, "I like this painting very much, can I buy it?"

César frowned and looked up at the direction An Mo pointed at. Behind the transparent glass was a white rose on a piece of paper.

True masters pay attention to blank space, but this painting is full of colorful flowers and green leaves. The colors are well handled and complement each other perfectly. It is neither too dark nor too shallow. The painting is when it is in full bloom.

César glanced at it, and said lazily, "Buy it if you like it, and ask the person in charge to come over."

There were staff members wearing work style at the exhibition, César hooked his fingers, called one of them over, and took out a card from his wallet, "This painting."

Concise and concise, full of nouveau riche behavior, this gentleman really doesn't seem to have much interest in seeing the art exhibition.

But the family also looks rich, and not ordinary rich.

Therefore, the staff touched his nose and put on a sincerely sorry look, "Sir, thank you for your appreciation of this painting, but this painting is not for sale, but for exhibition."

César frowned, his complexion became even worse, and he said impatiently, "If you don't sell it, why do you take it out?"

An Mo didn't speak. She liked the painting very much, and she hoped that César could buy it.

She doesn't covet César's power, but she likes him to buy her things.

"Sorry sir, this is really not for sale," the staff apologized again, "Sir, why don't you take a look at other paintings, all of them are marked not for sale as G·miss, and the works that are designated to be taken back, really terribly sorry."

César would care about this?

He had a cold face, "Take the card and go to swipe, don't waste my time."

Seeing that the staff hadn't moved for a long time, An Mo sat in a wheelchair and smiled, "Go ahead, there is no limit to this card, you see how much you can use this painting, the owner will not get angry and just use as much as you want."

The staff, "..." Sure enough, he is...a person with deep pockets.

Sure enough, he was right. The rich among the rich were crying silently. The rich are really not easy to offend.

He thought about his words, and said very tactfully, "Sir, miss, this studio is the latest investment by Hua An, and it has signed a contract with our studio. If we sell her paintings privately, it will be tantamount to breaching the contract." , here you see..."

Please don't make things difficult for us.

Hua An, Hughes?

An Mo heard this, with a calm expression, and said calmly, "Really, this shelf is really not small, this painting is not for sale, do you want to keep it for yourself, or wait for it to appreciate in value?"

Today is not the era of Van Gogh, if you can sell high-priced paintings, why not sell them?Hunger marketing?Waiting for appreciation?The money they paid is enough, isn't it?

The staff heard the meaning of her words, and thought about the age of the two people and came to see the art exhibition together. They reckoned that they should be a couple. This man is powerful and powerful, and the women around him should not be offended.

With an idea, he suddenly remembered, and said with a quick smile, "Well, I seem to have seen G Miss just now, how about I ask for you to see if she is willing to sell?"

He would know that the mysterious beautiful painter was purely accidental, it was because he happened to see her walking with Hua An's CEO, she was handsome and beautiful, and she was very eye-catching.

He just seemed to see her wandering here by herself.

César was impatient, he was especially impatient with things that he wasn't interested in, especially when he stayed in such a place, all he could think about was that woman.

Every corner of this place is full of things related to her!

[Gong Shenmu, how shameful are your paintings?Still can't show me? 】

【You are not interested, why should I tell you? 】

[I'm not interested in painting, but I am interested in you, and more interested in your things, take them out]

【don't want. 】

【Heh, if you don't show it, I won't be able to find out what your name is in this industry?Be good, don't be so naive]

【…】

【What are you awkward about? 】

[When I become famous, I will send you a painting, and then I will sign my name with my own hands. Don’t ask and don’t look it up in private, okay?]

…………

All that appeared in front of her eyes was her innocent, cautious face, beautiful and pious.

"Okay then," An Mo smiled lightly, "I just want to meet this legendary mysterious painter."

A lot of fame comes from the misunderstanding of him by outsiders. The more mysterious he is, the more interested he is. In fact, there are only a handful of people in the world who really know how to appreciate art.

The staff member nodded, "I'll see if I can find it."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left quickly. This is an art exhibition, he couldn't make too much noise, and only hoped in his heart that he could meet that beautiful girl again.

He didn't know whether it was because God heard his prayer or because he was very lucky today. After turning a few corners, he saw a woman in beige standing quietly in front of one of the paintings.

Her beauty is not stunning, but it is also unforgettable, and her temperament is especially good. The woman in the wheelchair just now has a good temperament among the women he has seen, but she is still a little behind her.

"Miss, are you G. miss?" He walked over lightly and asked in a low voice.

When Shenmu heard the voice, she frowned and turned around, looking at the young boy standing in front of her, with a sign hanging on her chest, it was a staff member, she nodded without thinking, "Well, I am, what's the matter?" thing?"

She didn't ask him why he knew her. It was probably a coincidence that she was too lazy to ask.

"A gentleman and lady insisted on buying your pair of white roses. I just saw you here, so I came here to ask..."

Shenmu raised her eyebrows, and said flatly, "I won't sell that painting."

It was quite a simple sentence, and she even said it with a smile on her face, but there was a feeling that people could no longer ask her.

"But..." The staff was a little embarrassed. This matter, if the painter himself took action, it might be easier to solve it. He is just a small person, and he really can't offend the rich. If he accidentally bumps into a powerful person, That's even more difficult.

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