Chapter 27

On the weekend night, the whole city is filled with lively and romantic atmosphere, neon and noise make the whole world a bit more ethereal.

I stood on the terrace, holding the iron railings in both hands, looking at the bright night scene, full of desolation.

There was a celebrity party tonight. Liu Qingqing arrested me and said that he would introduce me to a great artist and let me take off the list earlier.

I don't want to come to this bullshit party at all, and I don't want to wear a sequined dress with a ribbon as thin as a hair.

I'm looking forward to the end of the day and slip back. It's torture to stay here for another second.

After a burst of sharp high-heeled shoes, Liu Qingqing's fury also followed, "my mother on the toilet Kung Fu, you run here, in the end have a little sincerity?"

Liu Qingqing pulled me in the past and poked my finger heavily on my forehead. He looked like he hated iron but not steel.

I curled my lips and said scornfully, "I didn't want to come. You must have pulled me here."

"Go, that's the sentence again. If you don't leave until you see someone, how about giving me a face?" Liu Qingqing eased his breath and pulled my sling down for a while, and I quickly pulled it back.

This action amused Liu Qingqing. "Don't be so sensitive. People are engaged in art. They are decent."

I took a deep breath and said impatiently, "I'll go when I see you. How about playing slowly?"

"Stop talking nonsense and come with me." Liu Qingqing drags me with her backhand, and the stiletto heels under my feet bump against each other and follow her back to the party. The smell of

mixed with perfume and perfume gives me an extravagant feeling that my nose is not comfortable at once.

The so-called celebrities are just a group of people lost in power and status, and their emptiness can only be filled with these nothingness things.

I watched one by one dressed gorgeous people passing by me, calm and boring heart.

When Liu Qingqing led me to a great artist, I was stunned for ten seconds.

Why is there such a big difference between artists and artists?

He looks very long and thin in front of his eyes.

Wearing a very strange patch T-shirt, yellow jeans, and that nondescript horsetail, the whole person exudes a kind of decadent painter temperament.

"Hello, Marco." The great artist held out his right hand to me. As soon as I saw his long white fingernails, goose bumps appeared all over my body.

I imagined that when we were having a good time in the future, his long pointed fingernails scratched out thin and narrow red marks on my back.

Stomach spasm suddenly, I covered my mouth and said, "Hello, Mr. Ma."

Liu Qingqing naturally saw that I was unnatural. She gently bumped her knee behind my leg and said with a sweet smile, "Mr. Ma's current art exhibition has been opened overseas, and the third album has been sold out as soon as it is put on the shelves. She is definitely the leader of modern impressionist art."

"I dare not, I dare not." As soon as Marco spoke, his mouth full of moldy corn kernels showed his teeth.

My stomach, which had just eased up, felt bad again in an instant.

I can't help but imagine that in the future he kisses me again and again, will he accidentally drop his tooth in my mouth?

"Oh, that's great." I said stiffly.

"Of course." Liu Qingqing pushed me to Marco. "You talk slowly. I'll meet a friend there."

"Qingqing..." As soon as I said two words, Liu Qingqing had already penetrated into the crowd and disappeared.

The great artist seemed to have a good impression on me. He took me to the sofa in the corner and began to dance with me about art.

Before coming, Liu Qingqing said that I like artists, so she introduced me to the artists of the same style as Shi Minyuan.

I'd like to catch her now and ask her if she's had eye problems recently.

Regardless of appearance, Ma Ke's understanding of art is quite different from that of Shi Minyuan. What he talks about is particularly commercialized, and there are many secular things.

I listened to him patiently for more than 40 minutes, but his face was still full of ideas.

I am absent-minded to cope with, began to quietly look for Liu Qingqing's figure.

It's a pity that I didn't see her in a circle. I guess I went fishing for Gao Fu Shuai again.

I was thinking about whether to pretend to answer the phone or not. Suddenly, when I was in the dark, a figure fell on the sofa beside me.

Did not see the person, first smell a smell of evil men.

Some familiar?

I hastily turned to the side, a side face with a grim sneer, already close at hand.

I noticed that the sofa was so wide around me, but this guy was on the same sofa with me. No wonder I felt a sense of urgency pressing down on me.

"You..." I whispered a word and pushed him hard.The opposite horse is full of surprise, and his hands are stiff in front of his chest.

"I've heard a lot about Mr. Ma." Cowan's arm reached out in front of me, bringing his body closer to me.

"Shame, shame." Marco smiles in embarrassment and reaches out to shake him.

"Mr. Ma's works are highly accomplished, and they are very popular at the moment."

"Where and where, blind painting." Marco said so, but his expression was extremely proud.

"It is said that the highest price of a painting is 10 million Yen. "

"Poof --" I couldn't help laughing and covering my mouth.

Marco seems to have been a few big slaps, want to attack and bad, can only accompany a smile, "yes, that's after tax."

Cowan raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes slightly.

I had an ominous premonition, but I was at a loss.

"Does Mr. Ma think it's appropriate to soak her up with your income?"

I almost jumped out of the sofa. "What are you talking about? Mr. Ma is exchanging art with me!"

"Art comes from life." Cowen evil raised the corner of his mouth, "I hope Mr. Ma understands clearly that this is a woman who has not worked for more than 20 years to gnaw old life."

Marco's eyes widened and he looked at me in disbelief.

"Are you sick?" I blushed and said angrily.

"Mr. Ma is only afraid of being squeezed dry by her. I hope you can think twice before you act." Cowen said, with a meaningful look at Marco, got up and left.

The rest of the atmosphere was embarrassing to death, and I was as embarrassed as a cheat in front of Marco.

"I have something to go." I blurted the words and got up to go. Marco grabbed me.

"Why?" I looked at his twisted face in amazement.