The charming Samoyed bravely plays the vicious female supporting role!

"婳婳."

The male voice easily attracted Jiang Huanhuan's attention.

She immediately turned her head to look.

"godfather!"

Jiang Huanhuan waved at him excitedly, with some obvious surprise and relief in her eyes.

Being stared at by such a burning gaze, Song Jinmian tapped the armrest lightly with his fingertips.

"Come quickly, come quickly." Jiang Huanhuan waved at him, her eyes filled with eager hope. "Teacher Wen isn't feeling well. I don't know what to do on my own."

What Jiang Huanhuan hopes most at this moment is that Dr. Lin is here.

She looked for a long time and saw that Teacher Wen was still shaking and his face was pale.

But now there is nothing unusual, but he appears to be even weaker than before.

Jiang Huanhuan could only suspect that she had some internal injuries.

The force on the wrist increased a little.

Jiang Huanhuan looked at him in confusion, and Wen Yunxuan twitched his lips and said, "Sorry, I'm really feeling a little uncomfortable, and my head is a little dizzy."

Before Jiang Huanhuan could even open her mouth to ask, Song Jinmian had already asked, "Besides the dizziness, are you feeling any other discomfort?"

Wen Yunxuan was a little unhappy because he didn't receive any care and concern from Jiang Huanhuan, and even had the topic taken away by Song Jinmian.

But the person in front of him was Mr. Song, not some other random person, so he couldn't ignore him.

He could only force a smile: "It will be better than before. My head is still a little dizzy. I'll just have Huanhuan stay with me for a while."

Song Jinmian's gaze fell on Jiang Huanhuan's restrained wrist.

Even though he was being watched, Wen Yunxuan showed no sign of letting go.

I don't know if it was because I was really upset and forgot or if there were other reasons...

"Isn't this a bad idea?" Song Jinmian smiled, his tone gentle. "If something really happened to Mr. Wen, it would be a loss to modern art. Who can afford that?"

What a tall hat.

"I'm not as great as you say, so I won't bother you, Mr. Song. After all, you have enough things to worry about."

His eyes moved downward, with a subtle hint of pity in his expression.

The next moment, a group of people rushed over quickly.

"Mr. Wen, are you feeling unwell?"

"Quick! Where's the doctor? What are you doing?"

"My personal doctor will be here soon. What's ailing you?"

"My daughter is a medical student and knows a little bit about medicine. Let her take a look!"

Song Jinmian's assistant rushed out with a group of people and surrounded Wen Yunxuan.

Jiang Huanhuan was also pushed out of the crowd.

She was a little worried at first because Wen Yunxuan's face looked really ugly.

But before he could move, Song Jinmian stopped him.

"It'll be fine. They're a smart bunch. They hope that something happens to Wen Yunxuan, but they don't want anything to happen to Wen Yunxuan."

Jiang Huanhuan didn't quite understand what he was saying.

Song Jinmian did not continue, but changed the subject: "Are you familiar with Wen Yunxuan?"

Jiang Huanhuan looked at him bewilderedly: "He is Xiaoqi's teacher."

Song Jinmian smiled and said, "Then forget about him. My assistant has already told Xiaoqi and the others."

The assistant smiled at her gently.

Jiang Huanhuan turned her head to look at the crowded crowd and suddenly realized that this group of people were also called over by her assistant.

...I'm a little impressed by his abilities.

But since nothing happened, Jiang Huanhuan was relieved.

Jiang Huanhuan invited: "Would you like to take a look together?"

Song Jinmian declined politely: "It's a bit too stuffy here for me. I want to go out and get some fresh air."

However, Jiang Huanhuan didn't notice the polite refusal, and her eyes even lit up slightly: "Want to go for a walk? Sure, let's go together. There's a park outside, it's so beautiful!"

Stupid dog with no self-awareness.

Unaware of the hidden meaning in human words, it wagged its big tail wildly and extended an invitation to play with expectant eyes.

The assistant hesitated and wanted to speak, using other reasons to refuse.

But before he could finish his words, he heard Song Jinmian agree.

"Okay, let's go out for a walk."

The assistant turned around in surprise.

Song Jinmian raised his chin towards him and pointed at Wen Yunxuan, who was surrounded by the crowd but still trying to find Jiang Huanhuan.

The assistant understood immediately and stepped forward to block Wen Yunxuan's sight.

"I'll push you!" Jiang Huanhuan enthusiastically took the wheelchair handle and immediately pushed it out the door.

"No, this is electric..."

"I want to push it!"

Song Jinmian was not given the right to refuse at all.

Next to the art gallery is a small park with many flowers planted inside. There is even a small pond reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

The afternoon sun was very bright, pink and white butterflies were flying among the flowers, and the breeze gently swayed the swing.

Just looking at it makes me feel extremely comfortable.

Jiang Huanhuan pushed Song Jinmian around in the woods first, taking him to see all the sights, and then placed him in the small pavilion beside the pond to rest.

Song Jinmian really didn't expect Jiang Huanhuan to be so strong.

At this moment, he was just breathing slightly, and even looked up at the flower tree above his head with great interest.

Song Jinmian was thinking about how to remind Jiang Huanhuan.

Wen Mingxuan is not as kind as he appears.

He has his own unique world. Apart from painting, he doesn't seem to care much about other things.

…except for something that inspires art.

Song Jinmian had also heard about the somewhat extreme things Wen Yunxuan had done.

Rock climbing, skydiving, bungee jumping, and all kinds of near-death experiences.

Or they spend huge amounts of money to get people to fight each other.

Or they are placing huge bets and don't care even if it means losing everything.

This extreme and wanton existence is not suitable for Jiang Huanhuan.

What Wen Yunxuan cares about is not Jiang Huanhuan herself, but the inspiration he gets from her.

Once her inspiration fades, she will be ruthlessly abandoned.

The problem is that Wen Yunxuan has a deceptive appearance.

Song Jinmian felt that his stupid brother could not defeat the other party.

While Song Jinmian was thinking, Jiang Huanhuan had already stood on the stone slab to take pictures at a closer distance.

The three leaves are clasped together like small bells, and the pale pink flowers bend the branches and sway in the wind.

The flowers cut the sunlight, adorning the branches with golden and fragmented light, and cutting out swaying shadows on the ground.

"It doesn't look like a flower, it looks like a fruit?" Jiang Huanhuan frowned, not caring at all that she was wearing a white silk dress.

Very easy to get dirty and trip over.

Seeing Jiang Huanhuan getting closer to take a closer look.

Song Jinmian said with a headache: "This is its fruit."

Jiang Huanhuan turned her head to look.

"Come down first, and I'll explain it slowly."

Jiang Huanhuan jumped down immediately, her white skirt lifted up, revealing her slender ankles and silver high heels.

…She actually climbed up there wearing high heels.

Song Jinmian felt a slight headache getting worse.

“This is Luan tree.”

"Their flowers bloom in the summer and are pale yellow, very tiny flowers."

"This is their fruit. It's made up of three leaves clasped together, like a small bell. It's also a sign of the arrival of early autumn."

Jiang Huanhuan was attracted by Song Jinmian's explanation, and stared at him seriously with her amber eyes.

There was a brief pause in his speech.

“Its flower language is very special…”

"It represents a wonderful, shocking, and brilliant life."