Chapter 32 The Smell of Copper

What a coward! Didn't everyone dare to hit him? Scared to tears so soon?

An hour's flight?

That is to say, the place they are going to is not far away.

"Then what exactly are you taking me to?" Tong Huaer asked anxiously.

But this time, Zong Beili ignored her and pulled her into his arms with one long arm and closed his eyes to sleep.

"Zong Beili..."

"Throw you down if you don't talk anymore!"

The man's vicious threat succeeded in shutting her mouth. Tong Huaer bit his lip and a look of anxiety and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

An hour later, the plane landed, and then they got in the car. Half an hour later, the car stopped. Tong Huaer looked out of the window at an avant-garde building, squinted at the huge poster not far away, and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw the words on it.

It's an exhibition of David Paul's paintings!

Oh my god! He's the most famous painter of the day! Who doesn't know that name when they study art?

In fact, Tong Huaer knew about the exhibition. She had seen the news on tv that David Paul was going to hold an exhibition, but she didn't have that much money and time, so she could only regret it in her heart.

But what I didn't expect was...

"Zong Beili, you brought me to the David exhibition!" Tong Huaer turned his head and looked at Zong Beili with excited eyes.

Zongbei glanced outside sharply, "How about compared to your professor?"

Tong Huaer was startled and turned to look at zong beili. The excited expression on her small face gradually calmed down and bit her lip. Just as she was about to speak, she was suddenly interrupted by the voice of total deviation.

"Well, I don't want to hear you say that your professor will always be your teacher! Since you're already here, go in and have a look."

Zong Beili seemed to know what she was going to say, so he didn't bother to talk to her. He pushed open the car door and got out of the car, then walked towards the entrance of the exhibition hall surrounded by bodyguards.

Of course she wanted to see it. After all, it was David's art exhibition. Tong Huaer pushed open the car door, trotted after Zong Beili, and her heart was about to fly.

There were many visitors to the David Paul exhibition. It was quiet in the exhibition hall. Tong Huaer stood in front of a painting for a long time, unwilling to leave.

"You really like this one?" As her arms tightened around her waist, the man's deep voice rang in her ears.

Tong Huaer regained his composure, turned to look at him, nodded and said, "Well, look at the mother in this painting. She has a child in her arms, and her husband is working not far away. Her eyes are so gentle, and do you see the sunflowers next to her? According to the season of the painting, there shouldn't be any blooming sunflowers at this time, but David used them here. I think he wants to express..."

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at the man next to her, but she was suddenly stunned. The words she had not finished were stuck in her throat because of Zong Beili's dull expression.

Tong Huaer's eyes flickered and she lowered her head, curling her lips in a self-deprecating manner. She was really fascinated by the flowers. Zong Beili was not interested in the art exhibition at all. How did she think of discussing it with him?

"I... I'll go somewhere else." With a forced smile on her delicate face, Tong Huaer turned around and headed in another direction.

Zongbei li ying raised his eyebrows and turned around with her in his arms. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps coming from the opposite side.

"Mr. Zong! I really didn't know you were here..."

Not very fluent in mandarin, Tong Huaer looked up at the front and looked at the blond man walking towards them in astonishment.

Oh my god! It's David Paul!

He was at the art exhibition?

In Tong Huaer's surprised eyes, Zong Beili and David shook hands and began to chat.

David was french, and Tong Huaer couldn't understand their french, but they had a good relationship. It seemed that David knew Zong Beili.

How could he know David?

Tong Huaer fixed his eyes on Zong Beili, who was standing next to him, watching his sexy lips speak fluent french. After a few seconds, a force suddenly tugged at her.

"Ah." Tong Huaer exclaimed and came back to his senses, only to see himself being pushed to the front and standing in front of David Paul.

David looked at her suspiciously. Some looked at Zong Beili behind her. Tong Huaer turned around and looked at him suspiciously.

Zong Beili didn't even look at Huaer. He continued to talk to David in fluent french. He didn't know what he said. Tong Huaer heard David's exclamation, then reached out to her and looked at her with a smile.

The legendary hand of an angel! Tong Huaer looked at David in surprise. He wanted to shake her hand? Oh my god, David actually wants to shake hands with her?

She was so excited that she didn't know what to do.

Shake hands with him, because I told him you like her very much. As long as he is willing to give you an autograph today, I will buy all his paintings here. If you don't shake his hand, I won't buy it."

There was a warm breath in her ear, and Zong Beili's thin, sexy lips stopped in her ear.

Tong Huaer was stunned.

He turned to look at him, but his expression was so calm that even a faint smile appeared on his lips.

But that smile was blinding!

Tong Huaer turned to look at David Paul, almost stiffly.

He was still holding out his hand, and there was a hint of anticipation in his gentlemanly smile.

As if expecting to be splashed with cold water, Tong Huaer looked at the' angel hand' and stretched out his hand in a daze. He gently shook David's hand and let it go, then dropped it to his side.

David and Zong Beili continued to talk. Tong Huaer looked down at the floor and couldn't tell what he was feeling.

She understood the purpose of Zong Beili's trip.

Luxury cars, private jets, all of which were ready to leave as soon as they left. They brought her to an international exhibition of famous painters that she could not even imagine. They bought all the paintings here and let her see with her own eyes the people she thought of as god's mansions warming up to her for money...

Tong Huaer looked at David Paul, who took out his pen and paper to sign for her, then slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

In just half a day, Zong Beili used money to make her see reality.

So what if he's not an artist? He's rich, and all the big artists have to please him.

"How's it going? Are you still watching?" Zong Beili turned his head and stared.

Tong Huaer was startled. He looked up at him and bit his pink lips. His sparkling eyes were inexplicably complicated.

"No more?" Zongbei's handsome face gradually sank, and his sexy thin lips pulled up a sneer of disdain. He stared at her and said, "What's wrong? Don't you think your medical skills are elegant now? There are so many elegant things here, why don't you keep looking?"