grandpa is not sick

Chapter 87 Stealing the Show (4)
Fu Qingliu raised his eyebrows, but he didn't care too much. He got up and opened the protective folding glass screen of his booth, surrounded his booth and paintings and locked them up. Every booth has a screen like this. After enclosing your own booth, it looks like a small polygonal glass room, which is very aesthetic.It can also be seen how much money is spent on each Gu Schiller art exhibition, how could it not cause a sensation?How can it not attract artists of all sizes from all over the world?

Fu Qingliu regretted not temporarily closing Shili Gallery and bringing Chi Fei here. It feels too annoying to have to do everything by yourself without an assistant.

Also, my stomach hurts a little.

Fu Qingliu was in the waiting line, frowning and rubbing his stomach.

Suddenly, her eyes glanced over somewhere inadvertently, and then an invisible force pulled her sight, making her stare uncontrollably at a certain piece of scenery in a certain direction, in a daze, in a daze, unable to return god.

They are a group of men and women who look different from ordinary people. This kind of feeling is easy to distinguish from temperament, and it makes you feel noble, rich, educated and well-educated at a glance.

They pass in front of you, and in a trance moment, you have the feeling that the surrounding sounds suddenly disappear and the color fades away, and only they exist. Among the group of people, the most central one that makes people unable to take their eyes off is more important than those people. A man who is noble, rich, knowledgeable, and extraordinary. He has very beautiful brown half-length curly hair that seems to be fixed by a top hairstylist all the time. Looking directly at the face from a close distance but unable to move his eyes away, he is wearing a light gray three-piece suit that seems to be worn by a very rigid and rigorous old British aristocrat, with a dark brown silk hanging around his neck. Scarf, walking past the crowd in a group of people with no expression on his face, fast and beautiful like a hallucination.

Fu Qingliu couldn't come back to her senses in a trance, and many people were as dumbfounded as she was. After a few seconds, Fu Qingliu came back to her senses faster than them. Rubbing her stomach, which was becoming more and more painful, she even began to wonder if she Better to go out and hail a taxi to get stomach medicine - there are so many taxis out there that it's doubtful that all of London's taxis are congregated here.

There was a burst of exclamation and gasping sounds one after another, Fu Qingliu frowned, slightly bent over and pressed his stomach, and didn't care to wonder what was going on, until a shadow enveloped him, and there appeared a patch of light in front of him. The golden silk-like fabric with gorgeous patterns, she slowly raised her head, she couldn't see the face of the man who was much taller than her clearly under the glare of the sun, "...pay one ten days?"

"what happened to you?"

"Stomach hurts..."

Fu Yixun obviously immediately remembered how Fu Qingliu's stomach ached that night, his face was so pale that he was dying, and his face suddenly became gloomy. He grabbed Fu Qingliu's arm and dragged her out of the ordering line. Pull somewhere.

Fu Qingliu didn't have the strength to break free from Fu Yixun's hands that were like iron tongs, so he could only stumble along and stride along with him, and then heard an angry voice in his ear, "Are you Stupid? Didn't you know that the participating artists have their own cafeteria?"

"Oh... forgot." Fu Qingliu frowned and said, she was so busy in the morning that she even forgot about this one.

"You...you really..." Fu Yixun looked at her pale face from the pain, and was so angry that he wanted to scold her, but he didn't know what to scold, so he could only drag her away with even bigger strides.

(End of this chapter)