Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Hai Lan was very strange. She didn't know how Asan and Fu Shu knew each other.

Mr. Sheng smiled. "I have had a few encounters with Master Fu Shao, so I know. We didn't talk much just now."

Really?

Hai Lan didn't believe it, but since A Sheng didn't want to say, she didn't force it.

"Asheng, Mr. Benz is going to have an exhibition here. It's great."

Hai Lan was very fond of Mr. Benzene when he was still Gu Siyi. Mr. Benzene is a mysterious artist. Each of his paintings will be put on auction for charity auctions. They were bought by the world-renowned national treasure-level painting masters.

This time Mr. Benz's art exhibition was held at the City Art Museum, which is still charitable, so the tickets are not open to the public, and only some distinguished guests are invited.

Sea blue has accidentally seen Mr. benzene's paintings. Mr. benzene's paintings are clean and thorough. The blood-stained sunset and the blue sea hit the human heart with extremely vivid colors. In his paintbrush, Mr. Benzene is definitely a painting genius.

The painting masters of the global poles used various forces to find Mr. benzene, but none were found. No one knew who Mr. benzene was.

One of Mr. Benz's passions is painting, and the other is charity.

Ashen reached out and touched the long blue hair, "Do you like Mr. benzene?"

"Yes indeed."

In fact, painting and jewelry design are the same at the root. Hailan has a bottleneck in design. She wants to temporarily put down her pen and find inspiration.

Many people, once breaking through this bottleneck period, will soar into the sky in the future, and there will be nothing to hinder her pace.

However, Hai Lan didn't know where to find inspiration until she saw Mr. Benzene, so she would like to see a painting exhibition held by Mr. Benzene here.

"Do you want to go to the exhibition?" Asked A Sheng.

Hai Lan looked at A Shengqing's handsome face, his hand was still on her head, intimate and tender, he whispered to her, would you like to go to the exhibition?

Hai Lan remembered a word that Fu Shu was talking to her while she was outside the kindergarten door. Do you think you really understand Ah Sheng?

Of course, Hai Lan understood the meaning of Fu Shu, and Fu Shu was admonishing her that A Sheng was not a simple person.

"The tickets for Mr. Benz's painting exhibition are not for sale. Although I admire him very much, I can do everything I can. I don't want to see Mr. benzene's painting exhibition."

Aso smiled and didn't speak.

...

Two days later, Mr. Benz will open a painting exhibition. Hailan is playing with the children in the kindergarten. At this time, a teacher told her, "Hailan, there is someone outside for you."

Who?

Hai Lan going out is Song Yi, Fu Shu's secretary.

Song Yi nodded politely, "Miss Hai Lan, hello, Young Master ordered me to come and send you a ticket for Mr. Benz Painting Exhibition."

Song Yi took out a ticket.

This is Mr. Benz's ticket.

Hai Lan didn't reach out. "Secretary Song, thank me for your good intentions, but I can't accept this ticket."

After talking about Hailan, he turned in.

At this moment Aso came over, "Who is outside?"

"No one, ask the way."

Everyone has their own pride and dignity. Hai Lan chose not to tell Aso. If she was told that Fu Shu had his personal secretary send him tickets for Mr. Benz's painting exhibition she liked, what would Aso think?

Ashen didn't ask much, he took a coat and put it on Hai Lan's body, and then held her soft little hand, "Go, I'll take you to a place."

"Where to go?"

"You know when you go."

...

Mr. Benz Painting Exhibition.

Fu Shu wore a fine black suit, standing with his hands on the second floor, at the carved railings in his trousers pockets, and a white square scarf was stuffed in his suit pocket. Sven and cold, low-key and mysterious, the invited ladies and gentlemen downstairs have secretly glanced over their love here.

Song Yi returned, "Young Master."

Fu Shu glanced behind Song Yi. There was no one. There was no surprise on his face, but he said lightly, "She didn't come?"

"Yes, Miss Si Yan said she would not accept this ticket."

Fu Shu ticked his thin lips. He knew that Gu Sizhen liked Mr. benzene, but he did not expect that Gu Sizhen did not come to Mr. Benz's painting exhibition for Ah Sheng.

Is she afraid to hurt Aso's pride and dignity?

When does a man's pride and dignity need a woman to guard it carefully, then this man is useless.

"Young Master." Song Yi whispered in a low voice, shocked and surprised, "Young Master, look, that's ... Miss Si Yi and ... Asheng ..."

Fu Shu drew handsome eyelids, a pair of cold black eyes looked downstairs, the door opened, and A Sheng came in with Hailan's small hand.

Hai Lan was wearing Aso's black coat. It was very cold in the late autumn. Her exquisite figure was wrapped in Aso's coat. An ordinary little blush was flushed, and the inlaid water eyes were full of surprises, like The stars that studded the sky flickered.

Asang took her to see Mr. Benz's exhibition, she was really surprised.

"Master, where are the tickets for Aso and Miss Si?" Song Yi wondered.

Fu Shu frowned, "Go check it."

Song Yi quickly brought the person in charge of the exhibition. The person in charge was very respectful. "Fu Shaozhu, I just checked it. I'm sorry, but I don't know where the ticket for the gentleman and lady came from downstairs. "

...

Downstairs showroom.

Hai Lan's eyes stared at the paintings hanging on the wall and placed in the window. These are Mr. Benz Collector's Edition pens.

"Asheng, where do you get the tickets?" Hai Lan asked curiously.

Aseng held her little hand and passed the temperature of her palm to her skin, "a friend gave it."

"Asheng, wouldn't your friend be Mr. benzene?" Hai Lan asked with a playful Yu Jie.

Ashen reached out and covered her eyes.

The sight suddenly became dark, and Hai Lan was startled. At this moment, Ashen turned her body back and faced the painting. "Where are there so many questions, don't you want to see Mr. Benz's exhibition?"

Ashen took his hands off, Hai Lan looked at the painting on the wall, then turned his eyes to Ashen.

Aso was standing behind her, a handsome face was close to her, and the corner of his lips was a warm and spoiled arc, smiling at her.

Sea blue evokes the delicate red lips, and a heart becomes full and rippling in the hall of painting.

The faces of the two were close together, and Hai Lan smiled brightly at him, and A Sheng slowly reached out his hand and stroked her right cheek.

Hai Lan felt that Assun got closer and closer, and he was about to kiss.

Pu fan-like Yu Jie trembled, she did not avoid, the two were originally male and female friends, it is normal for him to kiss her.

At this moment, Hai Lan felt that a line of sight had come upstairs, and the gloomy and cold line of sight seemed to be poisonous ice, which made her shiver for no reason.

When Hai Lan was stiff, Asang noticed her strangeness and quickly let go of her. At this moment, someone else came to see the painting, and Assun gave a cough and stepped aside.

A kiss ended without disease.

In the embarrassment, there was a subtle feeling, which made Hai Lan's little face turn red.

"Look at the painting." At this moment Aso said.

Hai Lan gave a glance at Ah Sheng, and saw Ah Sheng's fair ears stained with a slight flush, and he blushed.

Hai Lan began to look at paintings. Gu Siyi was known as the devil in the design industry. Mr. Benz was a ghost in the painting industry. He continued his magnificent style and was not confined to the small world. Endlessly.

Hai Lan watched for a long time, and slowly she felt that the things she had been stagnating began to feel relieved, and she seemed to have new inspiration.

"Hello, where is the paper and pen?" Hai Lan asked a waiter.

The waiter quickly found paper and pen for Hailan. Hailan went out of the exhibition hall and stood in the corridor. Before she could find a place, she took a pen and drew something on the paper.

But her head was too messy, and she wanted to draw too much without knowing what she should draw. She scribbled under her pen.

"What are you painting?" At this moment Aso came over.

Hailan bit her own lower lip with her teeth, and frowned anxiously. "I don't know what I want to draw, it seems that I can't draw anything."

Ashen reached out and held her soft little hand, "close your eyes."

Aquamarine closed her eyes gently.

"Don't think about anything. The real masters of jewelry design. They all have a soul in their pen. This soul knows what you want to paint."

Aso's soft voice gently touched her ears.

Hai Lan felt that her irritable and disturbed heart suddenly settled down at this moment, and the voice of the whole world began to recede. She moved her pen and began to draw.

I don't know how long it took, Hai Lan slowly opened her eyes, and there was already a diamond ring on the white paper.

This diamond ring is the end of Gu Sihuan ’s proud woman, and it is also brand new.

All the bottlenecks and ice and snow were broken at such a moment.

In the pair of soft blue eyes of the sea blue, the bright glazed fragrant flowers bloomed, fascinating.

"Asheng, thank you."

Hai Lan looked back at Ah Sheng.

Ashen felt that the girl in front of him was looking up at him with a small face. He reached out and rubbed his fingertips slowly over her brows, eyes, nose ...

Hai Lan thinks that A Sheng's hand is a work of art and a pen. He seems to be copying her features, even if she can't see it, she can outline her appearance in her heart.

The heart of the sea blue is soft, like a sailing boat rippling on the sea.

At this moment, Aso's hand fell on her red lips ...

The blue hand fell loose, and the manuscript fell directly on the carpet.

Ashen gently held her waist down and took a step back, until Hai Lan felt that she had retreated to the wall. The light was dim here, and Ashen came in and trapped her in her arms.

He lowered his head and kissed her with his lips.

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Babes, this is more than three thousand words, and it is up to yesterday, there is one more.