Chapter 235

"That boy must be trying to seduce you again." Wen chuyang said coldly, "it seems that I have to find a way to let him die."

"Again! Are you jealous? " I asked with a smile.

"Yes! It's so sour Wen chuyang's displeasure is obvious, but I don't know what my psychology is, so I feel comfortable when I see Wen chuyang jealous.

The next day, I went to the art museum at the appointed time. From a distance, I saw Bai Shou waiting for me at the door. I thought he would be very formal today, such as a suit and leather shoes. But I didn't expect that he was still very casual, but he looked like an artist.

"Congratulations I welcomed the past with a smile, and extended my hand to him. "Does it mean that your future is bright if your paintings can be exhibited in this art gallery?"

"Bang! What a fart! There's nothing to be proud of just that kind of painting! I'll draw for my wife some other day! " Wen chuyang said in my ear, "lady, don't you draw your hand back quickly! You let other men touch your hand in front of your husband

I'm too lazy to pay attention to him. Since I learned that Baishou invited me to see the painting exhibition yesterday, Wen chuyang has been saying bad things about Baishou in my ears all night.

"Thank you. If it wasn't for Lele, you'd be my model, I'm afraid I wouldn't be so inspired. " The white head quickly reached out to hold my hand, and we shook hands politely.

"Damn it! How dare you touch my wife's hand Wen chuyang scolded, "smelly boy, don't let go!"

I recognized that there was something wrong with Wen chuyang's tone, so I quickly pulled back my hand from Bai Shou's hand.

Bai Shou seemed to be aware of something, so he quickly asked me in with a smile.

To tell you the truth, it's the first time I've ever been in this art museum. I used to pass by it before. I just think the architectural style of this art museum is special. I never thought to come in and have a look. I always feel that it belongs to the field of artists and has nothing to do with my hanging wire.

So I didn't think that my hanging silk would one day walk into the art museum to see such a tall painting exhibition, and I didn't think that the model of one of the paintings would be myself.

When I entered the art museum, I was immediately attracted by the unique interior design here. I always felt that every place was full of artistic flavor. I walked all the way and looked at the paintings around me. I immediately felt that I had been promoted to a higher level.

"Modern people don't paint well." When I stood in front of an abstract painting, I heard Wen chuyang's tongue twittering voice, "this is a mess! Nose can't see nose, eyes can't see eyes! "

"What do you know? It's called art!" I said a sentence in my heart, but immediately I heard Wen chuyang's reply.

"My work is here." Bai Shou took me to exhibition area 2 and pointed to a column with unique shape. He said to me, "I went by and found that someone was standing in front of the painting and enjoying it seriously.

From the back, the man was tall and straight, wearing a straight black suit, and his hair was carefully combed. From the back alone, he would feel that he was absolutely handsome.

But I do not know why, looking at such a figure, I actually feel very familiar.

I stare at that figure, and then unconsciously stare at that figure in a daze.

If it wasn't for the white head speaking suddenly in my ear, I'm afraid I couldn't come back.

"This is my most satisfactory painting so far." White head said to me with pride.

"Is it?" I look at the white head with a smile.

I just came back, suddenly, Wen chuyang came to me with a dull hum.

I look a meal, at the foot of the pace also stopped, nervously asked him: "what's the matter?"

"I don't know! I have a headache all of a sudden! " Wen chuyang's voice is a little stuffy, and his lightness of ridicule is totally different from that of peacetime. It can be seen that he is not suffering from a general headache now.

"How can I have a headache all of a sudden?" I asked anxiously, because now I can't see Wen chuyang's expression at all. I can only judge from his voice, which makes me a little at a loss.

"Don't know..." Wen chuyang said in a low voice, "suddenly it hurts."

"Have you ever had one before?" I asked.

"Before?" Wen chuyang thought, "once upon a time, my coffin was auctioned in that manor."

"Manor?" After listening to Wen chuyang's words, a man wearing a Black Skull Mask suddenly flashed through my mind. He was the mysterious owner of the manor. Although he had never met him, he made me feel very familiar.

I subconsciously raised my head to see the tall man in black suit standing in front of the painting. But when I looked back, the man had already gone far away. His pace was very steady, and his black shoes made a rhythmic click on the floor.

"Hu -" Wen chuyang let out a long breath.

"How do you feel now? Is it still so painful?" I asked nervously.

"Much better." Wen chuyang's voice seems a little tired, obviously just now the pain is not generally severe.

"Lele, what's the matter with you?" Bai Shou stood beside me and looked at me strangely. Looking at me from his point of view, I must have just stood in a daze.

"Nothing. I just had a headache." I said to him apologetically.

"Are you better now? Do you need to go to the hospital? " Bai Shou asked with concern.

"Much better. Let's go and see the painting." I said to him with a smile. At the same time, I unconsciously looked for the man in the black suit, but now I can't find him.

After many days, when I stood in front of the painting again, I still couldn't believe that the beautiful girl in the painting was me.

"Lele, you are really suitable to be a model. You give me a lot of inspiration." Bai Shou said with a smile, "how about, do you want to consider being a full-time model in the future?"

"Glib!" Without waiting for me to answer, Wen chuyang gritted his teeth.

Just then, a manager of the Art Museum came respectfully. When he saw Bai Shou, he politely said, "Mr. Bai Shou, a gentleman likes your painting very much and wants to pay a high price for it..."

"Don't I just say I won't sell it when I'm at the exhibition?" In fact, when this painting won the first prize, many people offered high prices to collect it, but they were all rejected by Bai Shou.

"But the curator thinks that the price offered by that gentleman is really rare. I hope you will reconsider it." Staff with a polite smile, continue to persuade the white head.

"Did you give a lot of money?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, ma'am." The staff nodded to me with a smile. Suddenly, it seemed that they had found something. They turned to look at the painting and looked at me again. The smile on their face became deeper.

"If you have more money, sell it!" I encourage the white head, "you go to talk, if he really want to buy, you raise the price! Don't be hard on money

The white head looked at me and hesitated for a moment, but finally he followed the staff.