Security Guard’s Romance

Huang Xing was startled for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Mom, what are you joining in for ?" However, she immediately seemed to have realized something and her expression changed.    

That's right, my mother has been studying painting for the past few years. Even though she can't be considered as a master painter, she has her ways of doing things.    

The Old Granny said, "Why? Can't I go and take a look? You two can even go if you don't know how to paint, but I, an old lady who knows how to paint, am unable to? "    

Fu Jie explained: "The one Master Wei invited is me. It's not too good for me to drag my entire family along with me, is it? "    

The old lady glanced at Huang Xing: "Why are you dragging your family down? Just the two of us. "    

Fu Jie's face became troubled: "Mom, it's so good to watch TV at home for a while, I'm afraid that you'll feel inferior after seeing Master's work."    

Huang Xing took the opportunity to say: "Fu Jie, why don't you let auntie go with us. I... I won't go. "    

Fu Jie winked at Huang Xing: "You ? You're not going? "    

The old lady grumbled, "Are you still my daughter? His elbows turned outward. Alright, three people, let's go together! "    

Fu Jie and Huang Xing looked at each other.    

Helpless, Fu Jie called Painter Wei to ask if he could increase the number of the two people he could bring along.    

Painter Wei readily agreed.    

The next day. Huang Xing drove Fu Jie and his mother to the exhibition center.    

Actually, there weren't many people who came to visit. Most of them were painting lovers or painting merchants.    

After looking at the two works, Painter Wei hurried over to accompany Fu Jie to read them. In front of each piece of work, he also rambled on and on, his views quite professional.    

The old lady nodded and gave him a thumbs up.    

Yellowstar felt a little uncomfortable. The artist was both an art maniac and a strong rival. This could be seen from his expression of love the last time he sent a flower and a painting.    

To be exact, Huang Xing had a special kind of good impression of artists, although he seemed to have a very strong ability in communication and conduct, it was really hard to accept. However, his superb calligraphy and painting also made Huang Xing respect him.    

Especially since Painter Wei was not even forty years old yet, and had such an important influence within the country, it was truly rare.    

He had a liuhuan style hairstyle, a slightly plump body, and a deep gaze. From the outside, he was already an intuitive artist.    

However, people who focus too much on a particular study often lack judgment on reality. Especially this kind of artists. They lived in an illusory world. Some of them were otherworldly.    

Therefore, from the beginning to the end, this Painter Wei was actually still unclear to him. Huang Xing was Fu Jie's boyfriend.    

He didn't even ask.    

including the last time he charged into the Xin Meng Merchant House to confess to Fu Jie, and also treated Huang Xing as nothing.    

After walking for about 50 to 60 meters in the art gallery, he saw a huge auditorium that was slightly smaller than the main hall.    

But in reality, the people who stopped to watch in the auditorium were very concentrated and lively. Everyone was discussing the paintings in the auditorium.    

"This is beautiful! Goddess, it's simply! "    

"Every single one is vivid and lifelike! Could the mistress of this painting be a model of the Mr. Wei? So beautiful! "    

"Let's go and take another look at the finale!" It's the? Office Angel? that got the big prize. "    

"Wow, how come it's all one person?"    

"His skills are profound. In terms of painting, no one in the Mr. Wei can compare to him!"    

"Not really. The main thing is that his model is pretty. Look at the people in this painting, they are beautiful and sexy ? Aiya, if I were to marry such a wife, I would rather die by ten years in this life. No, thirty years is fine! "    

"Then you've been dead for a long time now ?"    

"?"    

But at this moment, Fu Jie and her daughter, including Huang Xing, were all stunned.    

The old lady immediately let out an 'ah', and looked at Fu Jie, not saying anything for a long time.    

Only then did Huang Xing notice that there was a piece of paper hanging above his ear hall. On it was a collection of portraits of Mr. Wei Haitao.    

Fu Jie's expression was a little unsightly, she even retreated half a step.    

In the entire hall, there were over a hundred paintings, but in reality, there was only one painting. All sorts of clothes, all sorts of scenes, and all sorts of vivid displays.    

Who else could it be other than Fu Jie?    

Wei Haitao gently held onto Fu Jie's arm, and pointed ahead: "Go and look at the? Office Angel? that I obtained from the general, there, the largest one!"    

Fu Jie seemed to be hesitating, the old lady mumbled something and said: "Let's go, we're already here."    

In front of that giant screen, there were many people. One of Mr. Wei's assistants, holding a microphone, suddenly said: "Please open up a path, Mr. Wei has brought the main character from his painting, he is already here!"    

With this said, everyone's gaze turned towards him.    

Immediately after, thunderous applause sounded.    

All sorts of discussions rose and fell in succession.    

"Wow, so this is the beauty in the painting, what an angel!"    

"It's too eye-catching!" Beautiful, truly beautiful! "    

"There really is the original body of the person in the painting?" That's right, only this kind of goddess can make the author draw such an outstanding work of art. "    

"Ah?" There were two other people beside him. Who was that? That auntie, could she be that beauty's mother? "Yeah, sort of."    

"Where's the handsome guy?" Such an aura. "Handsome!"    

"?"    

The shout of the Painter Wei's assistant caused everyone's attention to focus on Fu Jie.    

Instantly, it shocked the heavens.    

When the old lady, who was still feeling a little unwell a moment ago, saw her daughter being so sought after, she instantly changed her restraint into pride. She looked around the room at the paintings, then back at her daughter, her face full of mature pride.    

But Fu Jie didn't like the feeling of being watched too closely, but at this time, there was no longer any possibility of escape.    

In her heart, she was even slightly regretful that she shouldn't have participated in any art exhibition. It was because she never thought that the scene would be so popular. Even more so, she never thought that the works displayed in the Painter Wei's exhibition hall would all be her portraits. More than that, his assistant announced in public that she was the archetype of the character in the painting, the protagonist.    

But at this time, the one feeling the most stifled in his heart was Huang Xing.    

This kind of attention and shift in atmosphere had unconsciously raised the image of the Painter Wei, allowing him and Fu Jie to be equally tall.    

As for himself? Then it would be void. If someone hadn't commented on him earlier, he would have really thought that he had transmigrated here.    

To be exact, the so called finale "The Office Angel" was indeed quite impressive, and it made people gasp in admiration.    

More picturesque, more detailed, more vivid, more stereoscopic. The size of the figures in the portrait was no different from the Fu Jie in reality.    

In the painting, she was standing in front of the bookcase and the filing cabinet. She slightly tilted her head and gently crossed her arms in front of her chest. From head to toe, she exuded a kind of sexy and beautiful charm. Even the light that was reflected in his eyes and the few strands of hair that covered the corners of his eyes were vividly drawn. On the white back of her hand, the light skin markings and the faint red capillaries were adorned in great detail.    

Her eyes and posture conveyed a kind of unsurpassable beauty. Within her domineering aura, there were a few traces of charm, a few strands of coldness, and a few strands of sexiness. It was as if a legend about the beauty of the world was passed on.    

It was as if this wasn't a painting, but a beautiful female superior standing in front of him!    

Huang Xing had to admit, this was a painting that could make people drunk.    

It was hard to imagine how long it would take Painter Wei to draw such a painting. So detailed, so vivid.    

But in reality, everything had just begun.    

Painter Wei took the microphone from the assistant and placed it by his mouth. He looked at Fu Jie with deep emotion and spoke with a rich voice: "Today, I've invited the main character of the painting, the lady Fu Jie whom I admire the most. Here, I want to say something to her. "    

He paused for a moment, then said, "The you in the painting is the most beautiful. You in life are the most precious. I spent my whole life drawing you, trying to draw your every frown and smile, painting you a thin hair, a look of carelessness in the eyes. Both you in the painting and you standing in front of me ? In my heart. This hall is full of you. How I wish you could be the picture of my life. In my heart, I have an indispensable love! "    

This confession shocked everyone present!    

Then there was warm applause.    

After saying that, Painter Wei suddenly knelt on one knee, like he was performing a magic trick, he retrieved a rose from his back, raised it above his head, and placed it in front of Fu Jie.    

Huang Xing was stunned!    

Artists, are they all so direct?    

It was purely mental! He failed the confession at Fu Jie's office. Did he want to try again?    

Madman, he was simply a madman!    

At this moment, Huang Xing finally understood! This so-called exchange and exhibition of famous paintings and paintings was actually just an excuse. The real purpose of the Painter Wei was to create an atmosphere and once again ask for's love!    

As Fu Jie's boyfriend, Huang Xing felt a little awkward but also a little conflicted. He really wanted to rush up to Painter Wei to stop his ridiculous actions, but he resisted in the end. To be exact, he did not dislike the Painter Wei, even though he was doing something like snatching away his love.    

But the one who was even more conflicted was Fu Jie.    

Fu Jie was surprised, panicked and at a loss as to what to do.    

These days, there was never a lack of people who didn't mind watching the commotion. Soon, there were waves of cheers from the crowd:    

"Accept him, accept him, accept him!"    

"Accept the flowers, accept the flowers, accept the flowers!"    

"Be his girlfriend, be his girlfriend, be his girlfriend!"    

Some people even shouted directly, "Marry him, marry him, marry him!"    

What was even more laughable was that there was someone playing a beat to keep the cheers company.    

A rather romantic burst of music sounded out. It added a mysterious and sacred aura to this scene that seemed even more out of place.    

Painter Wei continued to look at Fu Jie with deep feelings, and expressed his feelings in the music: "Ever since I first saw you, I have predestined that you would be the only protagonist in my life. My art can conquer the world. But you conquered me within a second. Allow me, once again, to express my love to you in this unexpected and old way. "Would you like to be the brightest heroine in my life?"    

Another one shouted, "Yes, yes, yes, yes!"    

"My legs are already numb from kneeling. Hurry up and accept it! Hurry and accept it!"    

"Take the flowers, take the flowers, take the flowers ?"    

Facing this complicated situation, Huang Xing really wanted to go and help Fu Jie out.    

But at that moment, there was really no good way to protect the Painter Wei's dignity. Painter Wei was an artist whom Fu Jie had always respected, she would definitely not want to make Painter Wei too embarrassed.