Beauty's enchanting bodyguard

Chapter 713 You Say It Again

Kyushu Building, twelfth floor.

Maglance sat on the sofa, looking at the batch of paintings selected by his assistants with piercing eyes.These paintings have already passed the primary selection.

There are a lot of paintings, after all, it is a primary election.

However, Maglance looked seriously.

He is an artistic genius, a business genius.He knows very well that the young painter selected this time is of great significance.

If it's not good, then is it necessary to smash his golden signboard in the future?
And, out of the ethics of an artist, he has looked at the paintings of every young artist.

If it can really resonate with him, even if there is only a slight resonance, he will take out this painting and put it aside.However, as time passed by, the sun was about to set.The painting he took out and put aside was only one painting.

Moreover, he took this painting and put it in again, took it over and put it in again.

After hesitating for a long time like this, he put it aside.This painting depicts a green lotus.Under the green lotus, there is a piece of muddy water.However, the lotus flowers are in full bloom above, with a variety of styles.

This painting is exactly Jing Linglong's.

It was not because this painting resonated with his medical skills, there was no resonance at all.It's just that this painting is somewhat unique, and it's not a stereotyped painting of rocks, shrimps and horses.

Hmm, a little special.

That's it, Maglanth finally confirmed the value of the painting in his heart.

Ma Ruilian was drinking a cup of caramel coffee, the sweet taste sweetened Ma Ruilian's heart.

However, Ma Ruilian's movements were very light.Because, she knew her grandfather's habits. When her grandfather was working, especially when he was looking at paintings, he didn't allow others to disturb him, not even a single sound.

Therefore, every time Maglance's personal assistant Lucy came into the house to deliver paintings, she took off her shoes and walked in lightly in socks.

After delivering the paintings, they would tiptoe away again.During the whole process, there will be no sound.

So, she didn't stir this cup of caramel coffee with a spoon.Now, after drinking the bottom of the cup, it is sweeter and more greasy.The tired Ma Ruilian frowned.

Maglanth, who was looking at the painting, slowly picked up another painting.This painting belongs to Zhang Yuanyuan.

What Zhang Yuanyuan painted was a landscape painting of the south of the Yangtze River, after Xiao Yi's suggestions, and her own integration into Western painting techniques.This picture of mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River is majestic and full of water vapor.

Maglance moved very slowly, gently preparing to open the painting.

He treats each painting with gentle movements.In his hands, paintings are no longer paintings, but like his beloved children.

Suddenly, Ma Ruilian gently put down the coffee cup, looked at the focused grandfather Maglans, and said casually: "When I first came, I saw Xiao Yi downstairs."

At this time, no one was allowed to disturb the tranquility in the room where Maglanth was viewing the paintings.Even Ma Ruilian has unconditionally followed her grandfather's habits over the years.

But this time, Ma Ruilian spoke abruptly and presumptuously.

This caused Maglanth's thick eyebrows to frown quickly.Invisibly, there was a hint of resentment on his face.He didn't listen to what his granddaughter said.

However, he knew that his granddaughter had spoken in such a place where she should never have spoken.

If it was someone else, Maglance would have thrown the man out.

But now it was his granddaughter Ma Ruilian who spoke.Therefore, Maglance only trembled slightly with the hand holding the painting.Pretending that nothing had been heard, she slowly opened the painting in her hand again.

It's a pity that Ma Ruilian didn't seem to notice it now, and she still said to herself: "He is here with his friend Zhang Yuanyuan, and Zhang Yuanyuan is here to participate in Grandpa's selection of young painters."

The voice was still very calm, without any emotion.It was as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

However, Maglance suddenly turned his face away.The face that was still focused just now became sharp and serious in an instant.Under that sternness, there seemed to be a kind of icy coldness and harshness like a blade.

That feeling was like the Jingzhe quietly surging among the white clouds in the sky, inadvertently, it revealed sharpness and majesty.

It seemed as if Maglanth's eyes were about to burst into flames, and the muscles on his face twisted angrily.It has been many years, and no one has dared to do this, repeatedly breaking his taboo.

When he looked at the painting, he needed absolute silence.

Ma Ruilian opened her mouth, one after another.

Thinking of this, Maglance's sharp eyes became even colder, and he just stared at Ma Ruilian coldly.The icy coldness released from the eyes seemed to have frozen the air in the whole room.

However, Ma Ruilian didn't seem to notice it at all, and sat on the sofa calmly.From the coffee table, he picked up a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth.

And Maglance's eyes became colder and colder.He just stared at Ma Ruilian like this, his chest heaved up and down.In the end, the anger in his chest was like a volcano, which reached a critical point and finally erupted: "Marilian, do you know where it is and what time it is. Now, should you speak? "

For artists, they all need their own private space and time.As a master of art, Maglanth urgently needs this point.Only in an absolutely quiet situation can he burst out his own artistic inspiration.

Therefore, Magrans' voice is very impolite now.Almost all roared out.The endless reverberation in this room has not dissipated for a long time.

However, Ma Ruilian just raised her head calmly, looked at her grandfather, and said in a word: "When I first came, I saw Xiao Yi downstairs. He came with his friend Zhang Yuanyuan, and Zhang Yuanyuan came here Participate in Grandpa's selection of young painters."

This is what Zhang Yuanyuan said just now, and now Zhang Yuanyuan just repeated it again.This time the repetition was no longer as casual as before.Every word, every word, is clearly said.

Word by word, cadence.

"So what?" Maglanth was trembling with anger at this time, and roared hoarsely: "Do you know that when I was looking at the painting, even if the king of heaven came, he was not allowed to disturb me. These , have you forgotten all of them?"

Seeing her grandfather trembling all over, Ma Ruilian even smiled.

No explanation, just a smile.

Maglance was slightly taken aback, then froze for a moment.In his mind, he recalled what his granddaughter Ma Ruilian said just now.

As soon as he recalled it, Maglanth's face quickly burst into a large flush of color.It looked like the rising sun in winter, so gorgeous that it couldn't be melted away.

His hands began to tremble.The pair of Zhang Yuanyuan's words in his hand unknowingly let go and fell on the table in front of him.He treats these paintings as tenderly as he treats his own children.But now Zhang Yuanyuan's painting fell from his hand with a rude bang on the table in front of him.

And Maglans didn't realize it, and his eyes lit up bit by bit.

Magrans still looked at Zhang Yuanyuan, his eyes were no longer angry.It's joy, it's excitement, it's excitement, it's longing...

As if he had exhausted all his strength, he opened his mouth bit by bit.Immediately, it was closed again.Between opening and closing, his mouth made a strange ho-ho sound.

Finally, Maglance stood up from the sofa.

His body stretched tightly like a bow.Every bone is stretched; every nerve is tensed; every finger underneath is trembling slightly.

"Lian, what did you just say?" Maglance looked at his granddaughter Ma Ruilian, and said in a solemn tone, "I didn't hear clearly, can you say it again?"

The voice was almost pleading, with a hint of vibrato.

The current Maglans is like a drowning man who saw the bamboo pole stretched out by others.Full of expectations, full of tension, full of apprehension.I'm afraid it's just an illusion.

Ma Ruilian looked at her grandfather's trembling and excited expression, and smiled jokingly.

For many years, I have never seen my grandfather so excited.Even when he won the first international art award, he won it calmly and calmly.

However, now his grandfather lost his composure in front of him.Moreover, there is a faint hint of pleading for himself.

"Lian, say it again, speak louder so that Grandpa can hear you clearly, okay?" Maglance seemed to be impatient, and begged again.

However, Ma Ruilian still looked at her grandfather calmly, and repeated it a third time in a tepid way: "When I first came, I saw Xiao Yi downstairs. He came with his friend Zhang Yuanyuan, and Zhang Yuanyuan came to Participate in Grandpa's selection of young painters."

The voice is even and steady, with little emphasis.

Ma Ruilian felt that it was too boring to repeat herself again and again.Moreover, it is still such a boring statement sentence.Therefore, what Ma Ruilian said this last time was particularly careless.

However, Maglance listened to it again now, after confirming the news.The whole person, finally like a child, jumped up and down, then squatted on the ground and laughed, leaning forward and backward.

At this time, Maglance is not like a master in the art world, just like a child who got his beloved toy.

That look of joy made Ma Ruilian frowned.It felt like the whole world was suddenly in chaos before my eyes.

(End of this chapter)