Black Lotus Daughter She is Not Easy To Mess With

"You asked my brother to give me two gallery tickets. I see that you have a picture album in your room. I should be interested to see it."

He also accidentally saw Shen Lingxi's paintings and realized that she was talented in this area.

"Okay, let's go see it together."

...

Saturday morning.

There was no way to park at the entrance of the gallery, so Shen Yunci had to park the car a little further away, and the two walked over on foot.

The event was very grand, and along the way, Shen Lingxi saw many well-dressed men and women.

Some of them are holding a collection booklet in their hands, and they look like they are going to the scene to show their talents.

Shen Lingxi looked at the booklet in their hands with some doubts, if he hadn't read it carefully, he would have thought it was a gift box.

Aware of her gaze, Shen Yunci explained: "When the gallery is active, some of the paintings will be sold. If you are interested, you can collect them. If you are lucky, there may be masterpieces by famous artists."

Shen Lingxi nodded, she can draw, but she is more of a design draft, and she doesn't have much involvement in pure art works.

Except for portraits.

She gave Shen Yun's speech and Xie An's paintings.

I don't paint landscapes, I don't paint objects, I only paint "hearts".

Just after arriving at the gallery door, a very capable woman walked over in a white silk shirt with a bow on her neck and black suit pants.

"Mr. Shen, our boss has a visitor, and he specially asked me to pick you up."

After finishing speaking, the secretary smiled at Shen Lingxi as a greeting.

Shen Yunci showed no expression: "It doesn't matter, he will be busy first if he has something to do. Let's see for ourselves."

The secretary wanted to introduce the two of them, but Shen Yun resigned but didn't want to bring someone along, so he declined.

Shen Yunci didn't have any appreciation for painting, she just came along with Shen Lingxi.

Not to mention, among the many paintings, Shen Lingxi really liked one.

The other painter Shen Yunci did not know him, but he did know the author of that painting.

Yang Qianshan.

Xie Feng's grandfather is also a leading figure in the Chinese painting industry.

There are his paintings in the gallery, but it makes him think.

Shen Lingxi stood in front of the painting, looking at the landscape painting with admiration in his eyes.

"Does Miss Shen like this painting?"

A voice came from behind, Shen Lingxi took his eyes off the painting and looked in the direction of the man.

It was a man who made people feel deep and solemn at first glance. He was different from the type he had seen before. He was obviously a gallery owner, but he was more like a person in power who held a high position all the year round.

The man's name is Zhu Yu, and he is the owner of this gallery point.

32 years old this year, time has not left any traces of the years on him, but it has given him this strong charm.

That is the mature charm that has settled down in time and will not be affected by the outside world, or it is mellow style.

Although it is only a shallow smile, his words and deeds are particularly dazzling by virtue of his own whispers and his steady and self-controlled temperament.

The moment he saw him, Shen Lingxi suddenly felt a burst of inspiration.

This man is really fit to be a model.

She has never designed men's clothing, but at this moment, she is thinking that if she wears it on him, then she is willing to try a field that she has not been involved in.

Although his face is not as refined and extravagant as Xie An's, it has a unique flavor, and has a unique beauty of the East, which is simply the best.