With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

There was only a bang.

Mrs. Ji just took the painting in her hand, and it fell to the ground, and the mounting glass shattered.

Lin Shuangluo looked over nervously.

But suddenly he was bumped by someone, and his hand shook.

The glass in his hand fell straight onto the painting.

All the red pomegranate juice was splashed on the painting.

The ink and wash landscape paintings are instantly smudged with red, staining pieces one by one.

The whole painting was destroyed in an instant.

exclamation.

Gasp.

One after another.

"It's over, it's over, this is Mr. Shao Duanhe's precious collection, what should we do!" Mrs. Ji was sad, and she was about to cry, watching Lin Shuangluo accuse: "Luoluo, what's wrong with you, do you understand? Rules, how can you drink drinks at the art exhibition!"

Lin Shuangluo was also shocked.

This painting is priceless.

She couldn't afford it, and subconsciously looked at Mrs. Wu, wanting to explain, but didn't know what to say, and finally said: "I'm sorry, someone bumped into me just now."

Mrs. Ji looked angry: "At the painting and calligraphy exhibition, it is strictly forbidden to bring drinks. The drinks are in your hands. If you still argue, just tell me that Mr. Xianyun's painting was destroyed by you. What should we do now!"

Back then, when she was in college, she didn't understand anything, and went to the calligraphy and painting exhibition with Lin Shuangluo's sister group, and no one reminded her what she couldn't do.

When she was drinking water, she was kicked out by the venue staff, pointed at, ridiculed and humiliated.

Now, it's Lin Shuangluo's turn!

It was so much fun watching her make a fool of herself in front of her.

"I can pay for it. I will come to the door in person and apologize to old Mr. Shao Duanhe." Lin Shuangluo felt wronged, her eyes turned red with shame and anger.

She was really thirsty just now, when Mrs. Wu gave the drink, she took it without thinking.

The drink was, after all, her fault.

Some of the people gathered around felt sorry, some were angry, and some looked at Lin Shuangluo mockingly.

pay?

Can she afford it?

What to pay for?

There are only eight of Mr. Xianyun's paintings on the market. They are treasures and priceless treasures that cannot be measured by money!

The painting was destroyed in such a dramatic way, and those present who liked Mr. Xianyun's paintings were filled with righteous indignation, and wanted to kill Lin Shuangluo.

not far away.

Lu Ci and Song Ze also witnessed everything on the opposite side.

Lu Ci folded his arms with great interest, ready to watch the play.

Lin Shuangluo must have been messed with by someone, what a coincidence, the painting fell, she was hit by someone, the drink was spilled, ruining the painting.

Song Ze frowned, feeling distressed that Mommy's painting was destroyed, and felt that Lin Shuangluo was being criticized and accused, and looked at a loss, a bit pitiful, and pulled Lu Ci's hand: "Uncle Lu, let's go Let's see!"

Lu Ci raised his eyebrows: "Why, want to help her?"

Song Ze thought for a while, then nodded his head: "She's not that bad. On the rainy day, she took me home. She was at the door just now, and she helped us talk and brought us in."

Mommy said, you can't owe others love, and you must pay for the virtue of a meal.

Lu Ci sighed, and said, "Understood, I'll go and have a look, just as a thank you for bringing us in."

opposite.

Lin Shuangluo panicked. She was spoiled by her family before she got married, and spoiled by her husband after marriage. She had never been so embarrassed. It was the first time she tasted the humiliation of being accused by thousands of people. She was flustered and didn't know what to do. That's good.

Mrs. Ji is still aggressive: "Luoluo, even if you are my friend, I dare not protect you in today's matter. You must give an explanation."

"What are you going to explain, isn't it just a painting?" Lu Ci pushed away from the crowd, and walked over arrogantly, very rebellious: "If you break it, you will break it, can't we pay for it?"

Lin Shuangluo watched him walk in front of her, and was stunned for a moment. She never dreamed that when she was most isolated and helpless, it would be this man who she had never given a good face to, who drove a big car, to stand up. With mixed feelings, his voice became hoarse, and the address became much more cordial: "Xiao Lu."

"Auntie, don't be afraid, it's okay, I'm here, just one painting, I have a lot at home, I'll send someone to send one right away." Lu Ci said, made a phone call, and flaunted it in front of everyone: " Mr. Xianyun's paintings are in my room, you can take any one and send it to me."

Mr. Xianyun's painting.

No one else.

He has a lot.

Bedroom, dressing room, e-sports room, screening room.

In his private land, there are hangings everywhere.

He was arrogant and arrogant, with a coquettish look, which frightened the people present for a moment.

Until Mrs. Ji spoke, she stared at him displeasedly: "Who are you? You said that most of your paintings are Mr. Xianyun's paintings. As far as I know, there are only eight paintings of Mr. Xianyun circulating in the market."

what.

Nonsense!

She was about to be laughed at by his wild words.

I really don't know whether he wants to help Lin Shuangluo, or to make her more embarrassing and shameless.

At this moment, Mrs. Wu took a step forward and whispered something to Mrs. Ji in a low voice.

Mrs. Ji laughed even more sarcasticly: "It turns out that he is a small internet celebrity who makes short videos. Young people, please speak well. Don't talk nonsense. Be careful if the wind flashes your tongue."

A mud-legged man who drives a big car, just the lowest level of untouchables.

Taking advantage of the Dongfeng of Lin Shuangluo's daughter and grandson, he became an Internet celebrity in video, and dared to speak out, who gave him the courage!

"What's wrong with the little Internet celebrity? It's better than you selling your pretty body in order to fly on a branch, and marrying an old man who is half buried in the ground. Don't tell me that you are doing it for true love." Lu Ci spoke very poisonously, but he wouldn't Care about the other party is a woman.

Mrs. Ji is most jealous of others talking about her like that. Normally, she is a noble person, and no one dares to talk about her face to face. She is going to be mad at this moment, suppressing the trembling of her body: "Security, security, why don't you hurry up and drive him away?" go out!"

Security hasn't come yet.

opposite.

A white-haired old man in a Tang suit hurried over with someone's support, looked at the destroyed painting on the ground, and cried out in pain: "My painting, my treasure!"

Lu Ci became irritable: "Don't cry, I'll return you a better one later."

The old man turned his head and glared at him:! ! !

Everyone present looked at him angrily.