There’s A Bug In Me

"Minghui, is this the gift you are going to give to Grandma Shen?"

When Chen Bing and Jiang Biyan returned to the hall, they saw a painting on the side of the hall. The painting was covered by a gray cloth and surrounded by a group of young people.

"Yes, Grandma Shen was abroad when she was young, and she liked foreign oil paintings a lot. This "Sunrise" by Master Bolivis is a famous painting that Grandma Shen has always remembered. I happened to know who collected it at the Academy of Fine Arts in Paris. It took a lot of effort for this painting to let the collector cut love."

Cao Minghui nodded and smiled a little smugly.

On the 70th birthday of Grandma Shen, it was difficult for her to give her such a painting.

"Do you like oil painting? Remember that there is a gallery on the side of the road not far from the villa... Since they are all helping out, let's do it to the end." Chen Bing touched his chin and muttered a few times.

"Grandma Shen is down!"

At this time, some people around whispered.

The originally noisy hall suddenly fell silent, and people who came to the birthday banquet gathered from everywhere.

At the top of the stairs on the second floor, Grandma Shen walked downstairs, surrounded by the Luo Family Patriarch, Xue's parents, and Sha Jianxue.

Chen Bing stared at the smiling birthday star, then walked gently to the side of a little beauty.

This little beauty is a relative of Sha Jianxue, who just met a while ago.

Chen Bing said a few words in her ear, the little beauty looked at Chen Bing, nodded, and agreed.

Then Chen Bing quietly squeezed out from the crowd and walked outside the villa.

Jiang Biyan's attention was always on Chen Bing. She saw Chen Bing going out. She thought about it and squeezed out, waved to the assistant at the door, and after a few words in her ear, she caught up. Chen Bing.

"What happened to that guy?"

Around Cao Minghui, someone noticed Chen Bing's movement and could not help but whispered.

"This guy seems to have come empty-handed. Didn't he prepare a gift? He seemed to talk about the gallery just now. He probably just learned that Grandma Shen likes oil painting and went to the nearby gallery to buy paintings."

One person whispered.

"Go to the Qiaomu Gallery on the roadside to buy paintings for Granny Shen? He can't figure it out!" Someone sneered.

Although it's good to follow what you like, but you have to think about what kind of identity is Granny Shen, and how can ordinary paintings be accepted by her.

"It looks like that guy is armed, but his head doesn't seem to be very good."

Cao Minghui smiled unexpectedly.

He tried to use Chen Bing as his opponent, but it turned out that he overestimated the opponent.

He was born in the army and has a strong combat effectiveness, but he is very immature in terms of human relationships.

While they laughed, Chen Bing had come to the parking lot and entered the Ferrari.

However, Chen Bing only sat down, and Jiang Biyan followed him into the co-pilot seat.

"Squad leader, why did you follow?" Chen Bing was a little surprised.

"You didn't have an invitation, it's not easy to come back later, I'm fine here, just to help you. If you want to buy a gift, I can help you check it." Jiang Biyan smiled, a bit like back Like when I got to university.

"Alright." Chen Bing thought, too.

The security guard of the manor didn't recognize him, and it would be a hassle to let Sha Jianxue come out to pick him up.

No more nonsense, Chen Bing started the engine and hurried out of the manor, rushing to the gallery not too far away.

About five minutes later, in front of "Qiaomu Gallery", a red Ferrari stopped abruptly.

Two handsome men and beauties got off the car and quickly walked into the gallery.

It was past 8 o'clock in the evening, and the location of the gallery was not so good. At this time, there were almost no guests in the gallery.

This gallery was opened by Qiao Liu's family. Qiao Liu is free tonight, come over and help take a look at the store. She was lying on the cashier counter bored, and when she saw a customer coming in, she immediately refreshed herself, thinking that business would finally come.

Fortunately, the family does not rely on this gallery for a living, otherwise her family would have eaten northwestern wind.

"Welcome, I don't know what paintings the two of you want to buy? I'll introduce it to you."

Qiao Liu said enthusiastically.

The two came here in Ferrari, dressed very well, maybe they could do a lot of business.

"You have canvass, paints, and paintbrushes for sale?" Chen Bing asked Qiao Liu directly without talking nonsense.

"Yes, but the quality I sell here is better. They are all imported goods, which are much more expensive than those outside."

Qiao Liu was a little disappointed when she heard that Chen Bing was only here to buy oil painting tools and materials, but she still told the truth.

"It's okay, just bring it for me."

Chen Bing waved his hand.

"Didn't you come to buy paintings? What do you buy paint and canvas for?" Jiang Biyan asked strangely.

Like Cao Minghui and others, Jiang Biyan thought that Chen Bing was embracing the Buddha in a hurry and wanted to come to the gallery to buy paintings for Shen Shouxing.

Jiang Biyan came with him, thinking about helping Chen Bing check in. If the gallery had valuable paintings, she would help them buy them.

"Hehe, you'll find out later." Chen Bing smiled mysteriously.

"A total of 1500." Qiao Liu took out everything Chen Bing wanted, a complete set of brushes, paints, canvases, etc.

"Thank you, and I want to borrow your studio for a while, right?"

Chen Bing paid, and then asked Qiao Liu.

Inside the gallery, there is a small studio with easels and other tools.

"There is no one right now, you can use it, don't disturb the tools inside."

Qiao Liu looked at Chen Bing a little unexpectedly.

What does this person mean, do you want to check whether the paint is worth that price, or do you want to paint here?

Qiao Liu didn't understand.

She doesn't have much interest in oil painting, but with such a gallery in her family, it is difficult for her to know nothing about oil painting.

Oil painting can't be drawn in a short while, as long as the paint is checked, Qiao Liu is not afraid.

The things she sells at her gallery are genuine and they are not afraid to investigate.

"No, you really want to paint here?"

Then, Qiao Liu watched Chen Bing enter the studio and laid out the canvas he just bought on the easel. After a little preparation, he began to smoke the paint with the canvas and start painting.

"But don't wait until I close the store at 10 o'clock. He has to drag me away."

Qiao Liu felt a little headache.

Only those who have opened a store will understand that there are all kinds of people in the world.

For the same thing, some people will pay quickly, and some people will babble in their ears a hundred times, saying that the thing is not in the same way, and then they will pay and take the thing reluctantly.

Qiao Liu felt that she might meet another strange guest tonight.

"No, he moves so fast. Is he really painting? Is it just buying paint and putting it on the canvas?"

But Qiao Liu then felt something was wrong.

She saw that Chen Bing's movements were too fast, and normal painting could not be so fast. In her opinion, Chen Bing was more like a paint on the canvas.

Qiao Liu couldn't help but walk over, trying to verify her guess.

She opened the door and walked into the studio, and came quietly behind Chen Bing.

Qiao Liu couldn't help but his eyes fell on the canvas, and then his eyes widened.

What the **** is this?

This person is really painting an oil painting!

But his speed is almost faster than others drawing sketches!

What's more, Qiao Liu just glanced at him without any redundant movements, and was deeply attracted.

By the side of Qiao Liu, Jiang Biyan was already shocked, unable to believe his eyes.

Until Chen Bing set up the canvas, she still didn't understand what Chen Bing was going to do.

Afterwards, Chen Bing began to work, and she realized when an oil painting took shape before her eyes at an astonishing speed.

But how is this possible?

Is this really painted by Chen Bing?

She thinks she knows Chen Bing very well, but she never knew that Chen Bing still paints oil paintings, and he paints so well!

Even if she knew nothing about oil painting, she was fascinated instantly.

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Put on the last piece of paint on the canvas ~www.readwn.com~.

Chen Bing began to pack things, Qiao Liu and Jiang Biyan were awakened one after another.

The two felt that a long time had passed, but when they saw it, the total time had passed just over fifteen minutes!

"Excuse me, I want a frame, can you get one for me?"

Chen Bing looked at the painted oil painting and said to Qiao Liu.

This oil painting is almost still wet, and it can't be moved before it dries, but now Chen Bing can't wait for it to dry, so he can only take it away with a frame.

"Okay, wait."

Qiao Liu still couldn't react. She stumbled and brought a picture frame to Chen Bing, collected the money ignorantly, and watched Chen Bing leave.

"No, I forgot to ask his contact information."

After Ferrari roared and walked away, Qiao Liu suddenly remembered that she should ask Chen Bing for a phone number.