Beauty's Devil Guard

Kyushu building, 12th floor.

Magnus sat on the sofa, his eyes shining at his assistants, selected a batch of paintings. All these paintings have passed the primary election.

There are a lot of paintings. It's a primary after all.

But Magnus took it very seriously.

He was an artistic genius, a business genius. He knew that the young painter selected this time was of great significance.

If it's not good, won't you smash his gold lettered signboard in the future?

Moreover, out of the artist's integrity, he went through the paintings of every young painter.

It can really make him reach resonance, even if there is only a trace of resonance, he will take this painting out and put it aside. However, as time goes by, the sun is about to set. There was only one painting he had put aside.

And he took it and put it in, and he took it and put it in.

After a long hesitation, he put it aside. This is a picture of a green lotus. Under the green lotus, there is muddy water. However, above the lotus in full bloom, all kinds of customs.

This painting is jinglinglong's.

It's not that this painting resonates with his medical cells, but there is no resonance at all. But this painting is a little unique, not a thousand pieces, painting stones, shrimp, horse.

Well, it's a little bit special.

In this way, Magnus finally determined the value of the painting in his heart.

While Marilyn was drinking a cup of caramel coffee, the sweet taste made Marilyn feel sweet.

However, Marilyn's movements are very light. Because she knows her grandfather's habits. When he works, especially when he is looking at paintings, he doesn't allow others to disturb him. He can't make any noise.

So every time Lucy, Magnus's personal assistant, came in to deliver the painting, she took off her shoes and walked in with her socks on.

After delivering the paintings, they will leave quietly. There is no sound in the whole process.

So Marilyn didn't stir her Caramel coffee with a spoon. Now, drink the bottom of the cup, sweeter, more greasy. The greasy Marilyn frowned.

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

Zhang Yuanyuan's painting is a landscape map of Jiangnan, after Xiao Yi's introduction, and her own integration into the western painting technology. This landscape map of Jiangnan is majestic and steamy.

Magnus was slow and gently prepared to open the painting.

He treats every painting with gentle movements. In his hands, painting is not painting, but like his beloved children.

All of a sudden, Marilyn gently put down her coffee cup, looked at her grandfather, Magnus, and said carelessly, "when I first came here, I saw Xiao Yi downstairs."

At this time, in the room where Magnus looked at the paintings, no one was allowed to disturb the peace. Even Marilyn abides by her grandfather's habits unconditionally over the years.

However, this time Marilyn was a bit abrupt and bold.

This led to the rapid frowning of Magnus' thick eyebrows. Invisible in the face, emerged a trace of sullen. He did not listen to what his granddaughter said.

However, he knew that his granddaughter made a sound in such a place where she should never make a sound.

If it were someone else, Magnus would have driven the man out.

But now it's his granddaughter Marilyn. So Magnus just shook his hand. Pretending that everything was silent, I slowly opened the painting in my hand again.

Unfortunately, Ma Ruilian does not seem to realize it now. She still says to herself, "he's here with his friend Zhang Yuanyuan. Zhang Yuanyuan is here to participate in your young artist competition."

The voice is still very calm, without any feelings. As if, talking about a matter that has nothing to do with oneself.

But Magnus turned abruptly. Just now also the facial expression that the facial expression pays attention to, for a moment fierce cold. That kind of coldness, as if with a blade like cold and cold.

That kind of feeling, like all over the sky in the clouds quietly surging stung, inadvertently, revealed a sharp towering.

Magnus's eyes now seemed to be bursting with fire, and the muscles of his face twisted in anger. For many years, no one has ever dared to break his taboo again and again.

When he looks at the paintings, he needs to be absolutely quiet.

Marilyn opened her mouth, one after another.

At the thought of this, Magnus's fierce eyes were even colder. He looked at Marilyn coldly. The ice cold in the eyes seems to have frozen the air in the whole room.

However, Marilyn didn't seem to be aware of it at all. She sat quietly on the sofa. From the tea table, picked up a paper towel, wipe his mouth.And Magnus' eyes became colder and colder. So he looked at Marilyn, his chest rolling up and down. Finally, the anger in his chest, like a volcano, reached the critical point and finally erupted: "Marilyn, do you know where it is and what time it is. Now, should you talk? "

For artists, they need their own private space and time. As an art master, Magnus is in urgent need of this. Only when he is absolutely quiet can he burst out his own artistic inspiration.

So, Magnus' voice is very impolite now. Almost all of them roared out. In this room for a long time reverberate, for a long time are not scattered.

However, Marilyn just calmly looked up at her grandfather and said, "when I first came here, I saw Xiao Yi downstairs. He's here with his friend Zhang Yuanyuan. Zhang Yuanyuan is here to participate in your young artist selection contest. "

This is what Zhang Yuanyuan has just said. Now Zhang Yuanyuan just repeated it again. This time repeat, no longer like just so casual. Every word, every word, is very clear.

Word by word, cadence.

"So what?" At this time, Magnus trembled with anger and yelled at the top of his voice, "do you know when I was looking at the painting. Don't disturb me even if I'm the king of heaven. Have you forgotten all this? "

Marilyn looked at her grandfather's trembling appearance, and even smile.

There's no explanation, just a smile.

Magnus was slightly stunned, then stunned. In my mind, I recalled what my granddaughter Marilyn had just said.

In retrospect, Magnus's face was flushed with color. It looks like the sunrise at the beginning of winter.

His hands began to shake. The words of Zhang Yuanyuan in her hand, unknowingly released, fell on the table in front of her. He treats these paintings as if they were his own children. Yuan Yuan's painting fell from his hand.

But Magnus did not realize it, and his eyes lit up little by little.

Magnus is still looking at Zhang Yuanyuan, his eyes are no longer angry. It's joy, it's excitement, it's excitement, it's desire

He seemed to have exhausted all his strength and opened his mouth little by little. Then it closed again. Back and forth, his mouth made a strange sound.

At last, Magnus got up from the sofa.

His body, like a bow, tightly stretched up. Every bone is stretched; every nerve is tightened; every finger under it is trembling.

"What did you just say, Lian?" Magnus looked at his granddaughter Marilyn, dignified tone, word by word way: "I did not hear clearly, you say it again, OK?"

The voice was almost imploring, with a tremor.

Now Magnus, like a drowning man, saw the bamboo pole stretched out by others. Full of expectations, full of tension, full of fear. I'm afraid it's just an illusion.

Marilyn looked at her grandfather's trembling and excited appearance and gave a banter smile.

For many years, I have never seen my grandfather so excited. Even though he won the first prize in the international art field at the beginning, he took the prize peacefully in his spare time.

However, now my grandfather is in front of me, and he has lost his manners. Moreover, there is a hint of imploring himself.

"Lotus, you say again, the voice says a little bit bigger, let grandfather hear clearly, OK?" Magnus seemed unable to wait, and began to beg again.

However, Marilyn still calmly looked at her grandfather and repeated for the third time: "when I first came here, I saw Xiao Yi downstairs. He's here with his friend Zhang Yuanyuan. Zhang Yuanyuan is here to participate in your young artist selection contest. "

The voice was steady, almost without any emphasis.

Marilyn felt that her repetition over and over again was too boring. What's more, it's still such a boring statement. Therefore, what Marilyn said for the last time was very careless.

But Magnus now listened again and confirmed the news. The whole person, like a child at last, jumped high, then squatted on the ground and laughed with laughter.

At this time, Magnus is not like a master of art, just like a child got his favorite toy.

That pair of happy strength, let the Ma Ruilian of one side all frown. Feel, the whole world suddenly in front of their own suddenly disordered.