After waiting for a while, Fan Dongsheng's whistling sound came from the door.

When I entered the door, I saw that this guy had cleaned up himself, as if he was going to visit some big guy, dressed like a pretty man.

Fan Dongsheng usually doesn't care about anyone, but he didn't expect that when he heard that the art curator was so active.

Of course, Cui Hua was also here, who hung on Fan Dongsheng's arm in a slight manner. After a few days, the relationship between the two seemed to have improved by leaps and bounds.

"Brother Tong! Sister Xiaoyu!" Cui Hua greeted sweetly.

Fan Dongsheng asked anxiously: "Where is the person? Where are the famous curator you mentioned? Have you left?"

Fang Tong turned around and pointed: "Aren't people here? This is Qu..."

Fan Dongsheng was stunned. Unexpectedly, the famous curator Fang Tong mentioned was actually such a young girl, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

Qu Ran politely handed over a business card and said, "Hello, Mr. Fan! I am Qu Ran, the curator of Yiwei Art Space."

"Yiwei Art Space?" Fan Dongsheng glared at Fang Tong inadvertently, thinking that he was not talking about a well-known curator active in the European art circle? Why have you never heard of this art space?

Qu Ran was polite in front of Fan Dongsheng, without any sarcastic sarcasm as before. She also saw Fan Dongsheng's doubts and explained with a smile: "Mr. Fan, Yiwei is an art space I just opened in China. I have indeed done many art exhibitions in Europe before."

Fan Dongsheng asked curiously: "How did you... know me?"

Qu Ran didn't know if he remembered Fang Tong's farce, and couldn't help but laugh: "I am Xiaoyu's friend. I heard Fang Tong talk about some of your views that day, so I was very curious about you."

Fan Dongsheng suddenly felt something was wrong, turned his head in surprise and looked at Fang Tong, asking, "He? What does this art idiot know? What did he say? There must be nothing good about it."

Fang Tong quickly winked at Qu Ranlian, for fear that she would tell her a farce of being a fool.

Unexpectedly, Qu Ran said: "I also know that Mr. Fang is not very reliable, so I rushed over. I wonder if Fang is not convenient to read Mr. Fan's works?"

"Convenient! Convenient!" Fan Dongsheng took out the key generously. It turned out that his secret was just targeting Fang Tong and others. "I usually lock it and don't want to show it to these people who don't know how to do it, except for professionals."

When Fang Tong encountered such blatant contempt, he could only be secretly indignant.

Fan Dongsheng walked up to open the door, and Qu Ran followed closely behind.

Su Yu agreed to Fang Tong, and then he automatically flashed to the side, just looking at Fang Tong with a teasing smile.

Fan Dongsheng was about to open the door when he suddenly heard a scream behind him.

"Van Fan! You liar!"

Everyone was stunned and turned around and looked over. Only then did they realize that it was Cui Hua who was screaming. Her face was flushed and her face looked angry.

Fan Dongsheng was stunned and asked, "Drawing, what's wrong with this?"

"You forgot what you promised me?" Cui Hua glared at Fan Dongsheng with sharp eyes.

Fan Dongsheng was obviously stunned for a moment. He probably promised Cui Hua a lot in the past few days. I don’t know which one she was talking about for a while?

Cui Hua reminded him: "You said that your paintings are only for me to see."

Fan Dongsheng scratched his head in confusion: "Drawing, didn't you say at home just now that you hope the curator can like my work?"

"That's what I said just now, but..."

Fang Tong laughed out loud, it turned out that his worries were reasonable, at least his genuine girlfriend was more concerned.

Cui Hua did not object to showing the works to the curator, but she did not expect that the curator was actually a beauty, which suddenly turned a jealous person.

Qu Ran was also a little amused and explained to Cui Hua seriously: "Miss Cui Hua, don't get me wrong, I have no other meaning. I just look at Mr. Fan's works from the perspective of the curator. Last time Fang Tong mentioned Mr. Fan to me, and he happened to talk about some of Mr. Fan's views. I think it is very consistent with the taste of the European art market, so I thought..."

Su Yu also helped explain: "Daihua, Qu Ran is my friend, she is a professional curator. And you are also a graduate of the Academy of Fine Arts, and you are a model for your works..."

"Sister Xiaoyu..." Cui Hua was a little embarrassed, "I don't care about this, I have also painted a male model myself."

Fan Dongsheng asked: "What's the problem?"

"Of course it's about the promise." Cui Hua looked at Fan Dongsheng indignantly, "You said that day that your painting was only for me to see, and now you want to show it to another girl. I may not object, but shouldn't you ask me for my opinion first? The promise between us can't stand the test? Humph! You just don't love me anymore."

It turned out that Cui Hua did not object to Qu Ran's reading of paintings, but he was very dissatisfied with Fan Dongsheng's performance.

Fang Tong looked at Fan Dongsheng with some sympathy. The girls in love are all logical geniuses, and I don’t know how she derived this conclusion.

"Drawing, where do you want to go? Why don't I love you? We were fine just now."

"Guan Yao said, how do you prove that you love me?"

Fan Dongsheng said helplessly: "Is there another proof? Haven't you proved it many times in the past few days? Will it be good to go home later?"

Fang Tong seemed to be a little overwhelmed when he heard the proof. He had seen Superman running naked once last time. I wonder what tricks he had made in the past few days?

No wonder even Brother Dong can’t stand it anymore?

It is difficult for girls in love to figure out, and Cui Hua seems particularly obvious, as if she is always entangled in the ultimate philosophy of love "love or not".

"Cui Hua..." Fang Tong had to say a few words, after all, Qu Ran was recruited by him, "Miss Qu just looked at the paintings. Maybe she could discover a genius painter?"

In order to appease Cui Hua, Fang Tong himself felt that it was a bit against his will, so he didn't believe that Fan Dongsheng, the second generation of the second generation who played life every day, was a genius painter.

But Cui Hua just stared at Fan Dongsheng with a stubborn look on his face.

Fan Dongsheng actually really took this trick. He threw down the key and turned around to coax Cui Hua.

"Don't be angry when you draw. If you don't look at it, you won't look at it. What is the only young master in the European art exhibition that is not rare?"

"I don't believe you, you liar."

"Okay OK, I forgot it just now when I was anxious."

"Drawing is important or me?"

"Of course it's you."

"How do you prove that you are sincere?"

After going around, I went around and went back to the question of "proof".

Fan Dongsheng probably has been proven to be in poverty in the past few days, and he is so anxious that he scratches his head.

Suddenly, Fan Dongsheng gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and said, "I tore all my paintings and will never show them to anyone again. Can you?"

Painting is not Fan Dongsheng's career, it is just a personal hobby, but he usually regards these works as more important than anything else. Now, in order to make Cui Hua happy, he is willing to tear all his paintings, which shows that he is also blinded by love.

Cui Hua was unmoved and looked at Fan Dongsheng coldly, as if waiting for him to prove his promise with his actions.
Chapter completed!