Rebirth of the supreme daughter

Jiang Shuxuan, who had already arrived at the art exhibition, saw the cold and gorgeous figure waiting at the door. Tang Qingqiu subconsciously tightened his body and his heart beat a little faster. He got out of the car and wanted to wait for Gu Xiqiao to pass with them.

Suddenly I found that there was another person around Xiao Yun. They were talking and laughing. It seemed that Xiao Yun was so happy.

Tang Qingqiu was stunned immediately, so he walked forward without waiting for Gu Xiqiao to see who the coquettish bitch around Xiao Yun was.

When he came to the side, he finally saw the coquettish bitch's face, and then immediately became amiable, "Hello, Miss Xiao, who is this?"

"Hello, Mr. Tang." When I suddenly saw Tang Qingqiu, the other party came to find her. Although Xiao Yun was a little strange, he introduced her, "this is my friend, Wu Hongwen."

"They are all acquaintances. Why are you so polite?" Guxi bridge came slowly from behind.

Gu Xiqiao is the only one who really understands oil painting, but others still take it very seriously, especially Xiao Yun, who specially asked the director for a half day's leave.

There are many paintings of famous people, but all the people who come in are attracted by the painting hanging in the middle.

The person in charge of the exhibition seems to have deliberately placed the painting opposite the door so that people can see it at a glance.

The painter constructed the painting with strong oil paint and surreal techniques. The strokes are exquisite and delicate. The image of an ordinary middle-aged Chinese woman suddenly appeared in the painting. Her eyes are gentle and tolerant, so that all those who touch these eyes can't help stopping.

The painting is full of aura and the emotion of the painter.

"I thought my apprentice would be a blockbuster this time. I didn't expect it." In the office at the end of the gallery, an old man with a little gray hair sighed.

Mr. Wu drank a cup of tea, but his eyes were not away from the monitoring. The monitoring was facing the picture hung in the center, "what should shine will always shine. Don't worry, Mr. Wu."

The old man is Professor Wu of B University. He has great attainments in oil painting. However, he has had a bit of bad luck in recent years. He taught two outstanding disciples, Qiu Yang, who was second only to Mu Yunfan in those years.

If Mu Yunfan had not been born in the past, Qiu Yang should be world-famous now, but now there is such a mu Yunfan.

After several years of silence, Professor Wu finally took a fancy to a good seedling Meng Zihua. He carefully taught for three years and was ready to release a blockbuster this year, but he didn't expect to be surprised by himself.

This is the sadness of the same era as genius. In previous years, talents like Meng Zihua and Qiu Yang would not be ignored, but now they have only become a foil.

"Who is this millennium? You shouldn't have heard of it. " Professor Wu suddenly said, "isn't it Mr. Sima's student again?"

I'm afraid only Sima Jun can teach such a terrible talent.

"Not really," Mr. Wu suddenly remembered one thing. "This person will not be willing to be Mr. Sima's apprentice, and she is too young to imagine. If you are lucky, maybe you can see her later."

"Don't want to be Mr. Sima's Apprentice?!" Professor Wu was stunned.

Who is Sima Jun? He is recognized as the first person in the Chinese oil painting and art circles. His painting technology and experience are top-notch. He is a leading master figure in the world. Countless people flock to him. Are there anyone who is unwilling to be his apprentice?

Mr. Wu smiled faintly, "wait and see."

He sold it.

Professor Wu was told by him that his heart was like a kitten's paw scratching, but the other party kept a high cold look, which made him want to swear!

However, due to curiosity, I had no choice but to wait.

Downstairs, mu Yunfan has been standing under the painting. In fact, he didn't want to come when the organizer asked him for the evaluation, but Sima Jun said that this time was special and couldn't refuse, so he came. However, he didn't expect to see the painting.

He stared at the painting with deep eyes, not so much at the painting as at the four words at the bottom of the painting - "a thousand years".

After standing for a while, he pursed his lips and turned away.

There are many people in the gallery, but they are not noisy at all. Occasionally, the voice of conversation is very low. Most of these people are talking about the picture hung in the center.

Some people are guessing the age of the painter, others are guessing the gender of the painter.

Without exception, the result is like this - over 35 years old, male.

[Qiao Meimei, they guessed the result and I gave 100 points] because they were afraid of Jiang Shuxuan, the system didn't fly out, but sat in the virtual space and played the game. [I'm not afraid of their shame!]

Gu Xiqiao listened to the words of the system, only smiled and still watched the oil painting all the way.

"The person in charge of the exhibition is looking for you. Can you go up?" Jiang Shuxuan answered a phone call and asked for her opinion.

"Who are there?"

"Probably the president and a professor from B University." Jiang Shuxuan lowered his head slightly and his voice was very light.

Gu Xiqiao touched his ear and coughed, "let's go up."

After the two left, Tang Qingqiu was always with Xiao Yun. He always had good communication skills. After a while, he became familiar with Wu Hongwen. Especially when he knew that he was cousin Yin Shaoyuan, Wu Hongwen immediately called him brother.

Until he heard the sound from wechat, Tang Qingqiu saw that Xiao Yun was seriously looking at the oil painting. He was not interested in these, so he took out his mobile phone. It was a message from Qin Heng.

Qin Heng: young master, if you can, you must bring Miss Gu to our company!

Tang Qingqiu:... She studied medicine.

Qin Heng: studying medicine is not the key. I'll show you a few things.

Qin Heng: [picture] [picture] [picture]

Tang Qingqiu created Tang's enterprise alone, which can explain his ability to a certain extent. He was different from the Tang family and others. They were all careful in ancient martial arts. Only he went to the secular world to open a company. He was so angry that master Tang once refused him to enter the house.

However, it is indisputable that he has a high talent in business. Otherwise, how could he create such a large enterprise by himself?

Qin HENGFA's pictures were the documents approved by Gu Xiqiao. Tang Qingqiu's eyes were so fierce that he straightened up when he saw the handwriting on it, and then replied.

Tang Qingqiu: are you sure she approved it?

Qin Heng: Yes, and each book has been approved seriously. The opinions of approval are very creative.

Tang Qingqiu couldn't react for a moment. He knew better than anyone that Gu Xiqiao only spent a few minutes approving the pile of documents. At first, he thought she just approved it casually and didn't take it to heart until Qin Heng sent the pile of pictures.

Eyes a little trance, Tang Qingqiu: you don't have me?

Qin Heng: I know you don't believe it, young master. You'll know when I send the documents to your house later.

As the first assistant, Qin Heng has always done things safely. Tang Qingqiu didn't doubt his words, but it's incredible.

"You said that if I dug Miss Gu into our company, would she be willing?" Tang Qingqiu suddenly said.

"How? Erqiao studies medicine." Wu Hongwen replied without thinking.

Tang Qingqiu also knows this, but he still doesn't give up. "I think she is very suitable for our company."

"Don't think about it, Mr. Tang. You know, brother Kun begged her for a long time so that she could enter the entertainment industry." Xiao Yun glanced at Tang Qingqiu and his eyes were full of unspeakable sympathy.

Tang Qingqiu: "

Wu Hongwen patted him on the shoulder and smiled a little gloating. "I'm sorry, brother Tang."

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, Tang Qingqiu wanted to have a fight with him.

In the upstairs office, Professor Wu was still discussing with Mr. Wu. When he knew that the knock on the door sounded, Mr. Wu said "come in".

The door was opened and two figures came in slowly.

Mr. Wu jumped up immediately, and then respectfully shouted, "Mr. Jiang, Miss Gu."

He didn't know the identity of Mr. Jiang, but he was told that he must be respectful, polite and cautious.

However, although Mr. Jiang looks cold, he is very polite. He is not as cold as his face.

Mr. Wu wiped his cold sweat and immediately turned around. Seeing that Professor Wu was still in a daze, he couldn't help poking him, "old Wu, aren't you curious about the author of the oil painting, Miss Gu."

Professor Wu was indeed in a daze, especially after Mr. Wu said that.

Young, too young.

The girl who came in put on a goose yellow coat, which made her skin very white and delicate, with beautiful eyes. When she looked up here, she only had those eyes. The waves were rippling and her aura was full.

Yes, only such a person can draw such a smart picture.

"Professor Wu." Gu Xiqiao bowed respectfully and shouted that these old artists are talents of one country.

I didn't expect such a young man to draw such a picture. Young people are generally arrogant. Professor Wu thought at first that he would bear it even if the girl was arrogant at that time. After all, she has this strength. However, I didn't expect that she should be so modest when she really gets along with her.

"Miss Gu, take the liberty to ask, who is your teacher?" Professor Wu wants to know who can teach such excellent students.

Gu Xiqiao shook his head slightly. "There is no teacher, and I am a medical student of a university."

Professor Wu was stunned for a minute.

He opened his mouth to say something. Gu Xiqiao's phone suddenly rang. It was Xiao Yun's. it should be important to call at this time. She answered the phone and changed her face. "Sorry, Professor Wu, we'll talk next time. Something happened to my friend."

"It's okay, it's okay." Professor Wu covered his chest and waved his hand to show his understanding.

After waiting for someone to leave, he picked up his mobile phone and called a friend in a university. As soon as the phone was connected, he began to pour bitter water, "Lao Jiang, I saw a very good seedling today. I am absolutely very talented in oil painting. I have seen the most talented one, which is not inferior to Mu Yunfan, but she said that she studied medicine and you a university! No, I must dig her up! "

Professor Wu made up his mind.

Professor Jiang at the other end of the phone comforted and his eyebrows jumped: how is this setting so familiar?

Gu Xiqiao was in a hurry to go out because Xiao Yun called to say that Yao Jiamu was injured and was in the municipal hospital.

Fortunately, the system transferred out the friend information. Yao Jiamu's other physical functions were normal except for some deficiency in Qi and blood. Gu Xiqiao was relieved. It should be a wound. Nothing serious happened.

But it's still a little strange. Yao Jiamu is a black man. He seems to have made some fame. In addition, he has ancient martial arts. It's difficult for ordinary people to hurt him. Suddenly, he was injured and went to the hospital. It can be seen that it's not a small injury.

The car stopped at the gate of the hospital.

Gu Xiqiao waited for Jiang Shuxuan to stop. He was studying with the system. The system was showing Yao Jiamu's report to her. She was relieved. It was really not a big wound.

Before Jiang Shuxuan arrived, she saw the last person she wanted to see.

"Brother mu, it's her. She squeezed out the opportunity that originally belonged to me and my father. It's all because of her!" At the gate of the hospital, Meng Yufan suddenly held mu Yunfan's arm tightly. She looked at the beautiful girl standing at the gate of the hospital. Her eyes were full of anger and humiliation, and finally turned into malice.

Mu Yunfan looked in her eyes and saw the face of the beautiful moon. No matter where he stood, he firmly attracted everyone's eyes.

His eyes changed from trance to disgust, and his eyebrows wrinkled tightly. He remembered Meng Yu, who was still lying in the hospital bed. Mu Yunfan stepped forward and stood coldly in front of Guxi bridge, "you hurt my uncle?"