Susie gritted her teeth with anger. She thought that if she met Yang Qian here today, the exhibition would not be boring. Someone would talk to her.
As a result, Yang Qian dried her directly.
"I just wonder, this son of a bitch, what's good about him
"One by one, it's like eating ecstasy soup! It's all in his way. "
Susie followed, puffing.
At this time, Lu Wenjing, who had been following her, was not happy to hear Susie's words: "sister Susie, you are not allowed to say that about brother Ye Fan!"
"Although Ye Fan was born in a bad family, he still has many advantages."
"Sister Susie, girls should not be too realistic and snobbish, or they will not get married."
The little Lori Lu Wenjing said with great vigour, maintaining Ye Fan. Finally, it seemed to think of something and said to Susie, "sister Susie, have you been poisoned by your sister on Weibo. My elder brother Ye Fan said that the values conveyed by those elder sisters on the Internet are deformed. We'd better look at them less. "
After a kind reminder, Lu Wenjing also chased Ye Fan.
Here, only Susie was left, her face livid and frightened.
She didn't expect that now even Lu Wenjing, a little girl, has helped Ye Fan speak?
In the end, Susie stamped her feet angrily, which made her almost mad.
"I'm realistic? My power? "
"I'll go. I'm pissed off!"
"Even a little girl's film taught me a lesson."
"Yes, Ye Fan, you are cruel!"
"Let's see ~"
Susie is full of anger, but she has no place to spread it.
After all, what other people's attitude towards Ye Fan is their freedom. Susie, it's no use getting angry.
Just when Susie was angry, there was a commotion in the front hall.
Then, a large number of calligraphy and painting enthusiasts who came to watch the exhibition hall all converged towards the center of the exhibition hall.
Ye Fan and they passed by naturally and wanted to see what happened.
After arriving, people just learned that it was the staff of the Art Museum who introduced some of the most valuable calligraphy and paintings on display today.
At this time, on the high stage, a young and beautiful exhibition host, wearing a light blue suit with a black skirt and a loudspeaker, was telling the public about a pair of calligraphy and painting in his hands on the exhibition hall.
It was a piece of calligraphy. Although the handwriting on it was sometimes a little fuzzy, the whole thing was majestic, and the strokes were very elegant.
"All the distinguished guests who came to the exhibition, after the unanimous evaluation of our jury, this calligraphy work will be the most valuable work in this exhibition."
"This calligraphy is the work of Liang Shizheng, a calligrapher in Qing Dynasty."
"I believe you all know that Wang Xizhi's preface to Lanting has the reputation of being the best running script in the world. The works of Liang Shizheng, a calligrapher in the Qing Dynasty, are not as good as Wang Xizhi, but they are still called "the most beautiful running script in Qing Dynasty"
"Therefore, the value of calligraphy in front of us is estimated by the jury to be 13 million."
"Won my Yunzhou calligraphy and painting exhibition, the annual collection Gold Award!"
"Now, let's invite the owner of this calligraphy work to come to the stage and receive the prize!"
With the host's clear words sounded, for a time, applause thunderous.
Then, among the crowd, an old man in his late sixties, bathed in the envious eyes and applause of all, ascended the high platform and was ready to receive the prize.