Quick wear: the host is really floating

Chapter 339 The Autistic Painter and the Muse 30
"Hahahaha... Are you living in a dream?"

"You can only dream when you go home and sleep, Lin Hui."

"You really want to laugh at me to death. You don't even look at the difference between yourself and Jiang Ce. As far as your family's conditions are concerned, with a mother like you, and the ordinary paintings you draw... Pfft, Jiang Ce Why do I remember you, just because you are good-looking?"

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Seeing their cynicism, Lin Hui clenched her fists tightly, "So you are such people?"

Usually, they would be intimate with her, wishing to be the best in the world with her, but once she was ashamed and different from what they imagined, they would immediately turn their backs and wish to be the first to step on her.

"Pfft, what do you think? We thought you were helping you mock your sister with just one word, what kind of good people do you think we are?" The girl in front of me immediately sneered and retorted, "Hey, I wouldn't have helped you if I had known, man What's wrong with being old and ugly, at least Xue Zhi is rich now..."

"Yeah, after helping her for so long, Xue Zhi was dropped out of school in the end, and I didn't get any benefit at all... I knew it would be better to play with Xue Zhi, at least her boyfriend is willing to buy her a villa in the city center , she will be different from us in the future..." Another girl next to her also echoed with a smile.

Lin Hui's face suddenly turned pale, and she looked at them with clenched fists, "If you want to be with a bald man who can be called dad all the time, you can too."

You can compare her with anyone, but you can't compare her with Xue Zhi.

She doesn't like a girl who is with an old man for money.

And when she was at home, she and Xue Zhi were on top of each other, and she always stepped on Xue Zhi's head. When would it be Xue Zhi's turn to step on top of her head.

"Everyone, please be quiet, our exhibition is about to start, and the mysterious new work of painter Jiang Ce will also be displayed soon..."

Just when several people were arguing to the death, a clear voice suddenly came from over there, everyone listened to it, and they turned their heads together to look at the surrounded boy over there.

The boy was wearing the same snow-white shirt as his seniors. His brows were calm and indifferent, his dark eyes were looking straight ahead, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, as if all the noise in the world had nothing to do with him.

Lin Hui held her breath slightly, and so did the little sisters around her.

They paused their quarrel, and stared intently at the beautiful young man over there, not daring to show their breath, as if they were afraid of disturbing him.

Mr. Liu and his brothers had already come to him, but they did not stand with him.

There was more than half of Jiang Ce's side vacant, as if he was making room for someone.

Many people looked at the position next to Jiang Ce, and they all thought of a person in unison.

The source of inspiration for Jiang Ce, his mysterious girlfriend.

Sure enough, the young man took over the microphone from the planner, and he remained calm and expressionless just like the news and newspapers.

"This is the first art exhibition I have held after five years, and it is already in the countdown stage."

The boy's white and slender hand holding the microphone looked straight ahead, looked at all the cameras, and said softly, "Before the exhibits are displayed, I would like to introduce a person to you."

"She is my muse, my fabled girlfriend, and... my fiancée."

(End of this chapter)