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"Since you've already visited the door, don't bother me." Song Qian said coldly, grabbed Qin Sang's wrist and walked out.

Qin Sang was stunned for a moment, and even couldn't believe that Song Qian remembered to bring her with him when he left, but the temperature on his wrist really reminded himself that Song Qian was really different this time.

"Let's go, do you want to be splashed again?" Song Qian looked at Qin Sang, with a slight reproach in his cold eyes.

Qin Sang reacted.Immediately got up and followed.

"stop!"

Then Meiqin was upset when Song Qian choked with herself, "What's your attitude? Why did our Song family have such an unfilial son like you? No wonder the old man didn't want to hand over the shares to you before he died. You It deserves it!"

Qin Sang couldn't help raising his eyes to look at Song Qian, his face was expressionless, but the coldness in his eyes was replaced by anger.

But in the end, he endured it, lifted his long legs and strode out.

"If you have the ability to go out, don't come back!" Na Meiqin wished that the illegitimate child would never appear in front of her again, but the pride on her face hadn't faded away when she suddenly heard a woman's voice next to her.

"That can't be done, Song Qian's surname is Song, even if he dies, he can only be the ghost of the Song family." Qin Sang smiled innocently without any other meaning, "Madam Song, do you think so? "

Facing the half of the daughter-in-law who stepped into the Song family's house, Na Meiqinpi twitched the corners of her mouth with a non-smiling smile, turned around and stomped on her high heels angrily and left.

Qin Sang's wrist was aching, she raised her eyes to look at Meiqin's back, her eyes gradually turned cold.

She will never forget the pain that this family put on her in her previous life.

……

Ever since Song Qian returned from the Song family, Song Qian never sent anyone to pick her up, and she was happy to go back and forth between the art gallery and the apartment every day. On the day when she was going to participate in the art exhibition, Meng Xiaowan excitedly cleaned up the house early in the morning. After healed himself, come to the apartment to pick up Qin Sang.

However, seeing her dressed in a shirt and jeans, her face suddenly wrinkled into a bun.

"Sister Sangsang, is this what you wear?"

She will never forget Qin Sang's amazing appearance when she tried on makeup. Although a beauty is a beauty no matter how she dresses up, every time she is so casual, she always feels that this excellent appearance is wasted.

"What's the matter?" Qin Sang thought it was pretty good, especially after putting on the sneakers, her ankles felt much more comfortable, but seeing Meng Xiaowan dressed so grandly, she almost thought she was going to some banquet instead of simply watching an exhibition.

Meng Xiaowan didn't just go to the exhibition, she went to meet her idol!

Seeing Meng Xiaowan's troubled face, Qin Sang thought about it, and changed into more formal clothes, but still wore sneakers, "Isn't that all right?"

"Okay! Let's go, let's go, it's too late." Meng Xiaowan was as excited as a primary school student going on a spring outing.

There are many works in this exhibition that she wants. If she can take this opportunity to buy them, it will be a qualitative breakthrough for the art museum. All her preparations are for next year's Grand Prix, and she is short of qualifying for the Grand Prix. There were only a few classic works left, and she just took this opportunity to shop around.

The art exhibition was held in the busiest commercial area in Beijing, and the entire floor of the shopping mall was proudly booked.

But they came relatively late, there was already a long queue at the door, all of them were people who came to the exhibition, there were security guards patrolling, and Meng Xiaowan next to her was very anxious.

"I don't know if I won't be allowed to enter at that point."

Qin Sang saw it, and thought that she was late because of herself, so she took out the invitation letter and walked to the door, but as soon as she showed it, two security guards stopped her at the door.

"Excuse me, miss, please stand aside and wait."

Although Meng Sang felt strange in his heart, he still obediently stood aside, but Meng Xiaowan kept muttering in her heart, could they not be qualified?But she saw with her own eyes that Sister Sangsang received the invitation letter.

Just when she couldn't hold back and was about to question the two security guards, the person in charge of the exhibition came over.

"Miss Qin, right?" Lisa, the person in charge, smiled politely and raised her hand as a gesture of invitation, "Come with me."

Qin Sang did not doubt that he was there, and followed Lisa all the way in, only to see that Lisa pushed open a door that only staff could enter, walked along the long corridor, and found a suddenly open compartment with bright and clean windows in front of her. Floor-to-ceiling windows, surrounded by scattered James. L's paintings.

Qin Sang probably understood in her heart that since she received the invitation letter from James himself, it is not surprising that she was invited alone to the cubicle with only James' works.

It's just that in this huge room, there are only her and Meng Xiaowan, and there are no other visitors.

"Ah!" Meng Xiaowan screamed, happily rushed to the painting, and instantly became a fan girl, "This is James' painting! It's the original work, not a copy! My God!"

It is not surprising that Meng Xiaowan is so excited. James is not only a well-known artist in the world, but also a promising young artist. He is the only painter who won the Van Gogh Gold Medal under the age of 30.

It's just that for so many years, he has never appeared in front of the camera, and there are only a handful of people who have seen him.

No one knows what this young and promising painter looks like.

Qin Sang was admiring a pair of paintings. Although she had heard of James' paintings before, she had never observed them at such a close distance like today. After looking so carefully, she suddenly felt that these paintings gave her a somewhat familiar feeling.

The colors of his paintings are very bold, but there are details hidden in the boldness, thick and thin, and there is a gentle feeling in the frantic style.

"She under the clear sky!" Meng Xiaowan yelled, and supported the frame with trembling hands, "This is James' recent work! I only saw sketches on his personal platform, but I didn't expect to see the finished draft today !"

Hearing Meng Xiaowan's voice, Qin Sang turned her head and glanced at it, Qin Sang was suddenly terrified.

The woman's back... looks familiar.

Isn't this... her?

"Good morning, my honored guest."

The cold British voice sounded, with the familiar laziness and hoarseness, Qin Sang turned around suddenly, and saw a slender figure walking towards her.

The light purple satin shirt was casually tucked into the black trousers, the facial features on the cold white face were as flirtatious as ever, but the noble temperament rushed towards her when she was walking.

It was Xu Yilin who hadn't seen him for a long time.

No matter how Qin Sang thought about it, she didn't think that Xu Yilin and Yiyi could match up. She stared at him blankly until he approached her, and the smell of cologne lingered around her.

"Why, didn't you come here after receiving my invitation letter? Miss Qin."

Meng Xiaowan suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes widened, "You, you, you...is James!"