Chapter 388 A Little Tired

Tong Huaer had no choice but to do as he was told. He tried to keep a smile on his face and walked forward.

"Oh, isn't this your sister? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at when you come to dinner?"

Tong Jing, Liu Fei and Xu Duoduo were standing in front of the red carpet. The reporters were filming them just now, but when Tong Huaer showed up and stole the limelight, Tong Jing was naturally upset.

She didn't expect them to be there. They were so far away that she couldn't see them clearly. Now she was getting closer. Looking at the fake smile on Tong Jing's face, I'm afraid these reporters would think she was just chatting with her.

Tong Huaer smiled, "I don't think anyone would laugh at me right now, right?" Unless he dares to think that Zong Beili doesn't exist.

"...

Tong Jing's eyes widened in anger. During this time, she couldn't find Tong Huaer, and her mother couldn't ask for money from this bitch. She still hasn't said anything about that slap!

"Let's go in. My waist is so sore that I can hardly stand."

Liu Fei's soft voice suddenly came from the side, looking at Tong Huaer with a smile.

"...

Only Tong Huaer knew how provocative her smile was.

Tong Jing and Xu Duoduo quickly helped Liu Fei into the room. The three of them signed their names and screams from Liu Fei fans rang out.

"Huaer, are you okay?"

Luo looked at her worriedly.

"I'm fine. Let's go in too." Tong Huaer smiled and walked forward.

After entering the venue, the flashing lights outside all disappeared, and the auction items needed to be placed in the exhibition area for people to enjoy. Tong Huaer helped xiaoluo to open the box and put the painting on it.

"Ah, what is this? You brought a painting for such an occasion?" Tong Jing's mocking voice suddenly sounded behind her. After a pause, she continued to shout, "Or did you paint it yourself? Did you use yourself as a painter? Do you think you can sell your paintings for money? Hey, all of you come and take a look! Will you buy this painting?"

When Tong Jing called out, a lot of people gathered around him and pointed at Tong Huaer's paintings.

Each painting had a signature on it, and this painting was no exception. Tong Huaer wrote her name in the lower right corner, and it was obvious to the discerning eye that it was her painting.

Looks like Tong Jing really stuck to her today?

Before Tong Huaer could say anything, Luo frowned and said unhappily, "Tong Jing, don't go too far!"

"Why did I go overboard? Isn't it just for people to see? Or are you ashamed to come out with such a stupid thing?"

Tong Jing laughed even more arrogantly. There were no reporters in the venue, and she didn't have to continue pretending to be her sister.

"This is not a broken thing." Tong Huaer looked at Tong Jing calmly.

It took her two days to draw it. It was her painstaking effort. It was okay to insult her, but not her painting!

"...

Tong Huaer's eyes were a little sharp, and Tong Jing was speechless when she glared at her. It was these few seconds of pause that immediately weakened her momentum.

"I remember you were a student at the art school. Are all the paintings in your school at this level? Duoduo, you seem to be from the art school, right?"

Liu Fei's warble-sounding voice suddenly rang out, his slow tone like a needle hidden in cotton, piercing but inconspicuous.

"Yes! At this level, no one wants it when it's thrown on the street, and they still have the nerve to auction it off!" Tong Jing came back to his senses and shouted at once.

"I do belong to the art school. This painting..." Xu Duoduo looked at the painting and smiled. He said sarcastically, "I think I took out my exercise script."

"What? A script for practice? Isn't that waste paper?" Tong Jing shouted as if he was afraid that no one else would hear him.

There was a lot of discussion going on around her. She felt that Tong Huaer was deliberately perfunctory, and that she had no ability to show off her talents. More importantly, she knew her relationship with Zong Beili and didn't dare to say anything, so she expressed her dissatisfaction with her with disgust.

"...

Looking at the smug smiles on the faces of the three women standing opposite, Tong Huaer curled his lips. It seemed that their demands had become lower. She was satisfied with them because she wanted to drive her crazy in the past, but now was she happy just to see her make a fool of herself?

"What's so lively about?"

A low voice suddenly sounded, and the crowd made way for Lu Yan, who was wearing a light blue suit, to walk over.

"...

Tong Huaer shook, frowned and lowered his head.

"Huaer, why don't you sit in front of us when you're here? Why are you standing here?" Lu Yan did not look at anyone and said to tong Huaer gently in a low voice.

The crowd quieted down, and Lu Yan appeared. Everyone was watching the show with all their might. All three of the people involved in the "Sister-in-law falling in love with brother-in-law" that had been so popular these days were here!

Tong Jing's face was naturally ugly, because Lu Yan walked towards Tong Huaer from the moment she appeared and didn't even look at her.

"I... I just put the painting over. I'll be there in a minute." Tong Huaer smiled awkwardly. Didn't Lu Yan notice the gossipy eyes of the people around him?

He didn't think it was messy enough, and he wanted to add a foot on purpose.

"What kind of painting? It's just a useless paper manuscript. Then come here to cheat money and think of yourself as a painter!" Tong Jing said sarcastically.

"... Tong Huaer bit her lip, too lazy to argue with tong jing.

"Your painting? Where is it?"

Lu yanli ignored Tong Jing and turned to look at the exhibition area next to him.

There was only one painting in the whole exhibition area. Lu Yan's eyes fell on the starry sky map, and his handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly.

But anyone with a normal level of appreciation would think that she didn't draw well. Tong Huaer didn't care. He pulled the corners of his lips and said, "Don't you think it's not good?"

"Well, it's very abstract." Lu Yan humorously resolved the awkwardness and turned to look at her. When he saw the back of her hand wrapped in gauze, his handsome face became a little solemn, "Huaer, did you draw with your injured hand?"

Not expecting him to see it, Tong Huaer nodded gently, "Mmm."

"..." Lu Yan frowned, trying to blame her for drawing when she was injured, but quickly understood her intentions and felt helpless

These people didn't come here for charity at all, and even he didn't sponsor the party for charity. Only she was so honest that she had to draw when her hand hurt.

"Did she hurt her hand? Oh my god, it hurts so much when I draw."

"It's really hard, isn't it? It's not bad to paint your hands like this."

There was a lot of discussion around her, and no one was laughing at her this time.

A look of disdain flashed in Tong Jing's eyes, and he raised his voice, "Who knows if her hand is really hurt? Just wrap it up on purpose to show your sympathy. Show me your wound if you can!"