Quick Wear: The sick beauty fell in love with the boss at first sight again

In the art exhibition hall of S City, where every inch of land is valuable, a highly anticipated art exhibition is being held in grand style.

The soft and warm light poured down from the ceiling, evenly sprinkling on the carefully framed paintings on the glass windows, making every color and every line appear particularly vivid.

On the walls, paintings are hung in an orderly manner. They are magnificent landscape paintings. The majestic mountains and rushing rivers seem to be painted out...

"Okay, the next painting we are looking at is Jiang Xing's first painting that became known to the world. This excellent painting also made him successfully win the first place in the preliminary round. His subsequent paintings did not disappoint people and he won the championship time and time again. It can be said that he is the youngest and most talented painter in the art world today..." A lady in professional attire introduced to the students behind her.

The students also listened with great anticipation.

"Then teacher, can we also draw such excellent paintings in the future?" The student looked at the paintings in the glass window with an obsessed look on his face.

The students who were brought to the exhibition were all those he thought had great potential, so she encouraged them, "If you want, of course you can... But to draw such a painting, you need to work a thousand times harder."

The student was full of confidence, "Okay, teacher, I will definitely be like Master Jiang Xing in the future, sleeping only two hours a day and spending the remaining 22 hours painting."

"If he only sleeps for two hours, won't he die suddenly?" A pleasant young voice sounded beside him.

Although the boy was wearing a black mask, his exposed eyebrows were very clear and his eyes were as warm as autumn water.

He had a slender figure and wore a string of beads on his fair wrists, on which were written the words "Jiang Xing".

The student thought he was a fan of Jiang Xing, so he asked, "Are you here to see Master Jiang Xing's exhibition as well?"

"He's not even a master. He's just a painter."

The boy's calm voice made him furious, but his good character made him endure it. "You... I'm afraid you are not a black fan. You just said that Master Jiang Xing doesn't paint for 22 hours a day. Then how many hours do you think he paints? 2 hours?... You don't know this. Master Jiang Xing is a high-yield artist in the industry, and the quality is guaranteed..."

When talking about his idol, the student raised his head high, as if he had endless things to say.

The boy nodded, seeming to agree with him, "You are right, he only spends two hours a day painting." The remaining 22 hours are spent on eating, drinking and having fun.

"You..." The student was so overwhelmed by the boy's anger that he couldn't say anything.

Then the student followed Jiang Xing all the way...

Jiang Xing explained whatever painting he was looking at, and the student followed Jiang Xing like a follower:

"You have never seen this painting, have you? At first glance, this painting is a vast starry universe that encompasses everything. As long as you stand at a distance and look at it, you will find that your understanding is too shallow. This is clearly a pair of eyes. Under different light, this eye will change color, as if it is looking at you..."

"How about this landscape painting? It has both form and rhythm. Standing in front of it, I feel as if I am being blown by the breath of nature..."

"You have good taste. See this sculpture? The smoothness of the muscles, the perfect shaping... Master Jiang Xing is the perfect hexagonal warrior. I can't find anyone better than him in this world."

Jiang Xing had also been listening to a lot of flattery along the way, so it was really embarrassing.

After a long while, Jiang Xing finally said this: "...In fact, he is not that outstanding. He is just an ordinary person."

The student was also a fanatical fan of Jiang Xing, so he didn't hear anyone say a bad thing about him. "You don't understand him at all. In fact, he was misunderstood by you. You said that he gave up becoming those people's disciples and gave up the path of painting, but only I know that he wanted to find a path of his own... Look, he has really done it now. No matter what competition he participates in, he always wins first place. He has held his own exhibitions one after another. He is well-known for his unique painting style..."

Yuan Zhi said this with tears falling down his face.

Jiang Xing pulled a tissue from the side and gave it to him, "Don't cry, I really don't understand him."

Unexpectedly, the student cried even harder, "Wow, I must become a painter like Jiang Xing in the future..."

Yuan Zhi also realized belatedly that this was not the right place for him to continue crying. He wiped his tears and said, "You didn't see anything, and you can't tell anyone about this..."

Jiang Xing nodded, "Okay."

At this moment, a staff member came to Jiang Xing and said very respectfully, "Mr. Jiang, a wealthy businessman bought three of your paintings at a high price and wants to meet you. What do you think?"

"Okay, okay, wherever he is, take me there." The boy agreed casually.

The staff member clearly said Chinese characters, and he understood each character, but he didn't understand how they were put together...

Mr. Jiang, his paintings? ?

So he is Jiang Xing? ! !

This news was like a bolt from the blue, and it took him a long time to recover...

After realizing that he had said such inexplicable words in front of the real person, Yuan Zhi's face turned as red as a boiled shrimp.

He now wished he could find a hole to bury himself in.

What did he do? What did he say? What’s the difference between this and accusing the real person in front of him? Is there any regret pill? Give him one.

It's not gone, this life is very short, it's gone in the blink of an eye...

Jiang Xing said to him, "Excuse me."

Then left.

Yuan, who was originally depressed, just stood there and laughed foolishly.

Hey, my idol talked to me.

*

This is not the first time Jiang Xing has held an art exhibition.

This is his third year of graduation.

After graduating from Nanyang Technological University, he did not choose to continue his studies but became a freelance painter.

As he participated in more and more competitions, his fame grew. Some art exhibitions invited his works to be exhibited. Later, he was able to open his own independent art exhibitions...

Now he occasionally comes to his own art exhibition, but he never expected to meet such an interesting person this time.

"Brother Jiang, are we going straight home now?" asked the assistant sitting in the driver's seat.

Jiang Xing, who was sitting in the back, was talking on his phone, "No, let's go to my newly bought villa today."

"Ok."

By the way, Shen Jinyu is now the president of a technology company. Although it is not the early stage of the company’s establishment, the other party’s company seems to have a big project recently and has been working overtime in recent days, so Jiang Xing’s current driver is his assistant.

Just when Jiang Xing thought of Shen Jinyu, the other party sent a message.

Shen Jinyu: Xingxing, I’m off work.

Jiang Xing: [Location]

Shen Jinyu:?!

Jiang Xing: This is my newly bought villa. You can just drive here directly.

Shen Jinyu: Xingxing, I was wrong.

Shen Jinyu: I promise I will be gentler next time. I know I hurt you, but can we please not separate? [Wuwuwu.jpg.]

Jiang Xing really didn't expect the other party to think so much. Didn't he just buy a house?

Jiang Xing: No separation.

Shen Jinyu: Okay, stars.