There’s A Bug In Me

Minghui, is this the gift you plan to give to Grandma Shen?

When Chen Bing and Jiang Biyan returned to the hall, they saw a painting next to the hall, covered by a gray cloth, surrounded by a group of young people.

Yes, Grandma Shen was abroad when she was young, and she liked foreign oil paintings very much. This Sunrise by Master Bolivis is a famous painting that Grandma Shen always remembers. I happened to know someone who collected it at the Paris Academy of Fine Arts. It took a lot of effort for this painting to make the collector cut it off.

Cao Minghui nodded and smiled smugly.

On Grandma Shen's 70th birthday, it's hard for her not to be happy about giving her such a painting.

Do you like oil painting? I remember that there happened to be a gallery on the roadside not far from the villa...Since everyone has helped out, let's be a good person to the end. Chen Bing rubbed his chin and muttered a few times.

Grandma Shen is down!

At this time, someone around whispered.

The originally noisy hall suddenly fell silent, and people who came to the birthday banquet gathered from all over the place.

At the stairs on the second floor, Grandma Shen walked downstairs surrounded by the Patriarch of the Luo family, Father Xue, Mother Xue, and Sha Jianxue and other juniors.

Chen Bing looked intently at the smiling birthday star, and then walked gently to the little beauty.

This little beauty is a relative of Sha Jianxue, and she just met a while ago.

Chen Bing whispered something in her ear, the little beauty looked at Chen Bing, nodded and agreed.

Then Chen Bing quietly squeezed out of the crowd and walked outside the villa.

Jiang Biyan's attention was always on Chen Bing. When she saw Chen Bing walking out, she thought for a while and squeezed out. She waved to the assistant at the door, and after a few words in her ear, she caught up with him. Chen Bing.

What happened to that guy?

Someone beside Cao Minghui noticed Chen Bing's movements and couldn't help whispering.

This guy seems to have come empty-handed. Could it be that he didn't prepare a gift? He seemed to have mentioned a gallery just now. He probably just found out that Grandma Shen likes oil paintings, so she went to the nearby gallery to buy paintings.

One whispered.

Go to the Qiaomu Gallery by the road to buy paintings for Grandma Shen? Thankfully he figured it out! Someone sneered in a low voice.

Although it's good to do what you like, but you have to think about what kind of identity Grandma Shen is, and how can ordinary paintings fall into her eyes.

It seems that the guy has strength, but his head doesn't seem to be very good.

Cao Minghui smiled in surprise.

He tried his best to take Chen Bing as his opponent, but it turned out that he overestimated this opponent.

Born in the army, he has strong combat effectiveness, but in terms of worldly sophistication, he is very immature.

When they laughed, Chen Bing had arrived at the parking lot and got into the Ferrari.

But before Chen Bing sat down, Jiang Biyan also sat in the passenger seat.

Squad leader, why are you here? Chen Bing was a little surprised.

You don't have an invitation, right? It's not easy to come back later. I have nothing to do here, so I can help you. If you want to buy a gift, I can check it out for you. Jiang Biyan said with a smile, a bit like returning home. Like when I got to college.

Alright. Chen Bing thought about it.

The security of the manor didn't recognize him, and it would be a hassle for Sha Jianxue to come out to pick him up.

Without talking nonsense, Chen Bing started the engine, quickly left the manor, and rushed to the gallery not too far away.

About five minutes later, in front of Arbor Gallery, a red Ferrari screeched to a sudden stop.

Two handsome men and beautiful women got out of the car and walked into the gallery quickly.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and the location of the gallery was not very good. There were almost no customers in the gallery at this time.

This gallery is opened by Qiao Liu's family. Qiao Liu is free tonight, so come over to help take a look at the store. She was originally lying on the cashier counter bored, but when she saw a customer coming in, she immediately cheered up, thinking that she finally got some business.

Fortunately, the family does not rely on this gallery for their livelihood, otherwise her family would have gone to the northwest wind long ago.

Welcome, I don't know what painting you two want to buy? Let me introduce it to you.

Qiao Liu said enthusiastically.

The two came in a Ferrari, dressed in extraordinary clothes, and they might be able to do a lot of business.

Do you sell canvases, paints, and brushes here? Chen Bing asked Qiao Liu without any nonsense.

Yes, but the quality I sell here is better. They are all imported from abroad, and they are much more expensive than those from outside.

Qiao Liu was a little disappointed to hear that Chen Bing was only here to buy oil painting tools and materials, but she still told the truth.

It's okay, just bring it for me.

Chen Bing waved his hand.

Aren't you here to buy paintings? What are you buying paints and canvases for? Jiang Biyan asked strangely.

Like Cao Minghui and the others, Jiang Biyan also thought that Chen Bing was in a hurry and wanted to come to the gallery to buy paintings for Shen Shouxing.

Jiang Biyan followed, thinking about helping Chen Bing check, if there were any valuable paintings in the gallery, she would help buy them.

Hey, you'll know later. Chen Bing smiled mysteriously.

A total of 1,500. Qiao Liu took out everything Chen Bing asked for, a complete set of brushes, paints, canvases and so on.

Thank you. Also, I want to borrow your studio for a while, is that okay?

Chen Bing paid the money, and then asked Qiao Liu.

In the gallery, there is a small studio with easels and other tools.

There's no one around now, just use it, just don't mess with the tools inside.

Qiao Liu looked at Chen Bing in surprise.

What does this guy mean, is he trying to check if the paint is worth that price, or is he here to paint?

Qiao Liu was a little puzzled.

She is not very interested in oil painting, but with such a gallery at home, it is difficult for her to know nothing about oil painting.

Oil painting can't be done in a short time, Qiao Liu is not afraid as long as the paint is checked.

The things sold in her gallery are genuine, and they are not afraid of checking.

No way, do you really want to paint here?

Then, Qiao Liu watched as Chen Bing entered the studio, spread out the canvas he had just bought on the easel, made some preparations, and then began to smoke the paint with the canvas and start painting.

But don't wait until I close the store at 10 o'clock, he still has to drag me out.

Qiao Liu felt a little headache.

Only those who have opened a store will understand that there are all kinds of people in the world.

When buying the same thing, some people will pay for it without hesitation, while others will whisper in their ears a hundred times, saying that the thing is absolutely wrong, and then they will pay the money and take it away reluctantly.

Qiao Liu felt that she might meet another strange guest tonight.

No, his movements are so fast. Is he really painting? Could it be that he just bought paint and painted it on the canvas?

But then Qiao Liu felt something was wrong.

She saw that Chen Bing's movements were too fast, and it was impossible for normal painting to be so fast. In her opinion, Chen Bing was more like pinching paint and rubbing it on the canvas.

Qiao Liu couldn't help but walked over, trying to verify her guess.

She opened the door and walked into the studio, and quietly came behind Chen Bing.

When her eyes fell on the canvas, Qiao Liu couldn't help but startled, and then her eyes widened.

What the hell is this?

This man is really painting oil paintings!

But his speed is simply faster than other people's sketches!

What's more, Qiao Liu was deeply attracted just by taking a look at his smooth and flowing movements without any redundant movements.

By Qiao Liu's side, Jiang Biyan had already been shocked and couldn't believe her eyes.

Until Chen Bing finished setting up the canvas, she still couldn't figure out what Chen Bing was going to do.

Afterwards, Chen Bing started to work, and when an oil painting took shape in front of her eyes at an astonishing speed, she realized it.

But how is this possible?

Was this really drawn by Chen Bing?

She thinks she knows Chen Bing very well, but she never knew that Chen Bing can also paint oil paintings, and the paintings are still so good!

Even though she knew nothing about oil painting, she was instantly fascinated by it.

...

On the canvas, the last paint is smeared.

Chen Bing started to pack his things, and Qiao Liu and Jiang Biyan woke up one after another.

The two felt that a long time had passed, but when they saw it, it was only a little over fifteen minutes!

Excuse me, I still need a picture frame, can you get one for me?

Chen Bing looked at the finished oil painting and said to Qiao Liu.

The oil painting is almost still wet, and it can't be moved around before it dries, but now Chen Bing has no time to wait for it to dry, so he can only use the frame to fix it and take it away.

Okay, wait a minute.

Qiao Liu was still a little unresponsive, she brought a picture frame to Chen Bing in a daze, took the money in a daze, and watched Chen Bing leave.

No, I forgot to ask for his contact information.

After the Ferrari roared away, Qiao Liu suddenly remembered that she should ask Chen Bing for a phone number.