Chapter 834

This is a huge hat button, fans are silly, buy a painting can destroy the Chinese painting world? Is Chinese painting too fragile,

However, the media that published this article is a large-scale media that has been active in front of the public for a long time. It has always been known for its seriousness and sharpness, and has many supporters,

All of a sudden, some people who didn't pay attention to the entertainment industry also joined in the quarrel, and directly pulled down the pot of "brain disabled fans have no brain to pursue stars". When the fans retorted, they were accused of "chasing stars has broken the brain",

Xia Wanyuan turned off his mobile phone immediately after he posted his microblog. He didn't notice the blood storm on the Internet,

By the window, Xiaobao is doing his homework obediently. When he encounters a problem he doesn't understand, Xiaobao wrinkles his face and calls him Dad. Junshiling dislikes him, but he puts down his work to help Xiaobao read his homework every time.

"Xiaobao, why don't you ask your mother?" Looking at Xiaobao sticking to junshiling, Xia Wanyuan felt a little sour,

"Mommy, you work hard. Let dad do this." Xiaobao smiles at Xia Wanyuan with big eyes,

"Junshiling, the tool man on one side, looked at Xiaobao." I know that I love my mother. It's good. I'll give you a sugar later. "

"Wow!! Really? Dad, that's very kind of you Xiaobao jumped up happily, but the mausoleum was too high. Even if Xiaobao wanted to kiss him, he couldn't do it. He fluttered his arms for a long time,

Junshiling squatted down at the right time and received the milk fragrance from Xiaobao.

Xiao Bao, who had finished his homework, hopped downstairs to ask Uncle Wang for milk candy. Xia Wanyuan looked at Jun Shiling with a smile in his eyes and said, "Tut, Jun Zong, you are right and wrong."

"Jun Shiling came over and clasped Xia Wanyuan's waist and put it close to her ear." I don't want to sleep tonight, do I? "

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"Well, can you calm down?" Bo Xiao rubs his eyebrows helplessly and pours a glass of water for an Rao who is about to explode on the sofa,

"Are these people crazy? Yuan Yuan is a member of the International Painting Association, or a professor of art at Qingda. Why can't he sell so much? It's only 1 million. If I can't get it, I'd spend 10 million to buy it. These people are jealous! I'm so angry An Rao frowned at the comments on Weibo, and her angry voice soared.

"What are you doing with them? Don't worry. When there is a king, you are afraid that your sister-in-law will be bullied? " Bo Xiao laughingly sits beside an Rao, trying to appease her,

An Rao pushes Bo Xiao's hand away. "No, they scold yuan yuan, and I'll scold them first. These people know how to be alarmist fools."

An Rao said and typing. Bo Xiao sat by and looked at it. He couldn't help laughing,

As soon as the microblog is sent out, an Rao's agent estimates that she will lose more than half of her hair,

So, when we were in a stalemate on the Internet, we suddenly received a dynamic message from an Rao. Click in to have a look, and we all had one idea,

Just, really just, an Rao, it's you,

@An Rao: "a group of villains who can't sell their paintings for free, together with a media that is alarmist and afraid of chaos in the world, really think that you can cover up your dirty and narrow heart with a so-called fig leaf for the sake of Chinese painting? Yuanyuan is a master of traditional Chinese painting, a member of the Chinese painting and Calligraphy Association, a member of the world painting association, and a professor of the Art Department of the Qing University. Her paintings don't deserve 1 million yuan. Do you? It's shameless of you to have a P

(there is a dinner party at home at the weekend. I came back late. I'll update it at 9 o'clock today. Let's talk about a chapter first.)