Shen Qingwu appeared at the airport fully armed.
Sunglasses, black mask, navy blue fisherman hat.
A low-key white shirt with the hem tucked casually into light blue denim shorts. She looks as refreshing as a college girl on campus, but her long, white and tender legs are still very eye-catching.
Lu Yanxing looked unhappy.
This woman not only covered her face tightly, but also kept a distance of two meters from him at all times.
Could it be that she thinks he is too embarrassed?
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According to the flight information Harry gave her, he would arrive in Jingzhou at 11 am.
Shen Qingwu looked at the time and saw that it was already a full forty minutes behind schedule.
Xiao Ou beside him was also impatient and complained: "Boss, what's going on with Harry? Just say it clearly if you don't want to cooperate, but he let us fly and wasted our time."
The last piece of luggage was taken off the luggage carousel.
This means that all passengers on this flight have left.
"Let's go." It's still a soft and waxy voice, but if you listen carefully, you can feel the unconcealed loss in it.
"Why did you insist on signing that Sitri?" Lu Yanxing asked casually.
Shen Qingwu said nothing, and Xiao Ou answered first.
"The boss really likes that painter's paintings." She glanced at the super handsome guy two meters away from them, and then glanced at her boss quietly.
She didn't know what their relationship was, and her boss didn't tell her, so she didn't dare to ask.
But he was always so far away from them, so he felt so helpless.
"Our boss has a very good taste. The paintings she likes can appreciate in value in a short period of time. Therefore, many famous collectors in Jingzhou are customers of our gallery."
"The boss is eager to sign him, of course because she thinks Sitri will be more popular than it is now, and then it will help our gallery make a lot of money."
Lu Yanxing twitched his lips and said, "Hey, little Awu, I don't see that you can make money."
Shen Qingwu didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he turned around and left.
"Come on, Xiao Ou, I'll take your car."
At this moment, Xiao Ou's phone rang. After she answered the phone, she rushed to catch up with Shen Qingwu and said in a panic: "Boss, something happened at the art exhibition."
Shen Qingwu stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"
"The people at the school said that we damaged their collection, which was a piece of Tang Bohu's "Playing the Qin in the River"."
"How is that possible? We just borrowed the venue. They will keep their paintings for the whole process. If there is any problem, just adjust the monitoring."
"Originally, yes, but Boss Song had a disagreement and beat the person in charge. Now they are claiming that we were the ones who tampered with their paintings and threatened to call the police to arrest Boss Song."
"Go and have a look."
When Shen Qingwu and the others arrived at Jingzhou Communication University, she finally understood why Song Sian wanted to beat someone.
All the paintings they exhibited were smashed to pieces.
The art exhibition held at the university is for public welfare, and its theme is caring for children in need. She personally persuaded many young up-and-coming painters in China, and together with them visited many orphanages in Jingzhou, painting portraits one after another for the children in the orphanages. It is for display today.
Now the innocent and lovely smiling faces of the children are in pieces and broken.
"Who smashed it?" She also wanted to hit someone now.
"The one who was the first to hit me was sent to the hospital." Song Sian was dressed in neat business attire, a small suit and wide-leg trousers. She was smart yet feminine, with a little scarlet on her fingers. She lowered her head and took a sip, then slowly spit it out. He puffed on a smoke ring, raised his head towards the door and licked his chin.
"Here comes the one who gave the order."
I saw a group of people walking into the exhibition hall surrounded by two young girls.
It's Ji Yinyin and Shen Yuyao.
Shen Qingwu couldn't help but frown. Any damage to the collection is fake. They came just for her and were determined to destroy her art exhibition.
"Sister, brother Yanxing." Shen Yuyao walked up to Shen Qingwu and Lu Yanxing and said hello.
Shen Qingwu didn't squint his eyes, completely pretending she didn't exist. Lu Yanxing only nodded slightly and said nothing.
She seemed a little aggrieved, lowered her head, and returned to Ji Yinyin's side.
"Miss Ji, she was the one who injured our teacher Dong." A middle-aged man wearing glasses said. They did not dare to neglect the daughter of the school director.
Ji Yinyin glanced at Shen Qingwu proudly, and then said to the man: "Call the police. There are so many pairs of eyes in our school looking at him. He should be sentenced and sentenced."
Song Si'an smiled and said, "I'm just telling you which little bitch is so mean and insists on screaming in front of your sister. Believe it or not, I'll beat you up too?"
Ji Yinyin glanced at her and said, "This is not Haicheng. I advise you to restrain yourself."
Shen Qingwu said coldly: "Ji Yinyin, what trick do you want to play?"
"No, I was just doing business. She hit someone. Shouldn't I let her go to jail?"
After saying that, she shouted to the onlookers: "Did any of you take the video just now? Remember when it was posted online, the one who beat the person was the daughter of Mr. Song from Haicheng."
When Song Si'an heard her mention his father's name, he was so angry that he immediately threw away the cigarette, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to start smoking.
"Don't be impulsive." Shen Qingwu held her back.
In the public eye, her identity is so sensitive that it is easy for someone to make a big fuss about it online.
The impact on Song Sian and Song Sian's father will be very great.
"Ji Yinyin, what exactly do you want to do?"
"You slapped me last time, but I remember it."
"What, you want to call back?"
"No, no, no." Ji Yinyin looked at Shen Qingwu, then turned to Song Si'an, "I want you to slap her."
"Hey, are you a pervert?" Song Si'an yelled.
Lu Yanxing's eyelids twitched and he looked at Ji Yinyin with a serious look.
Shen Yuyao seemed to feel something was wrong, pulled Ji Yinyin and whispered: "Yinyin, don't be like this, she is my sister."
"Then what do you think we should do?"
Shen Yuyao bit her lip, thought for a moment, and said, "Isn't that painting "Linliu Fuqin" damaged? It will take some time to send it for repair. My sister used to be good at not only oil paintings, but also landscape paintings. Not bad, how about letting my sister make a copy of one and hang it up again instead of the original, and then forget about it?"
"Okay, don't say that I don't care about my friendship with the Lu family. If you can copy the painting, I will let that woman go."
Shen Qingwu lowered his eyes, neither agreeing nor rejecting.
Lu Yanxing's eyebrows were filled with worry, he grabbed her wrist and asked in a low voice: "Little Awu, what's wrong with you?"
