Shang Yu back to Palma?

Li Qiao's eyes were slightly erratic, and suddenly she had a little yearning for Parma.

I don't know what kind of local conditions and customs can create Shangyu's wild and unruly style.

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Half an hour's drive, the Royal Hotel is close at hand.

Li Qiao, wearing a small black dress, holds Li Yan's hand and steps on the red carpet in front of the door.

The combination of black and white is particularly eye-catching in the dim yellow light.

The art exhibition of the two brothers and sisters was held in the empty Gallery of the hotel tonight.

There are indeed many famous paintings, and it is said that there are also the authentic works of ougu recorded in the famous paintings guide, which have been lost for a long time.

At this time, Li Yan stood in the art gallery and looked around. Then he bent his head slightly, put his arms around Li Qiao's shoulder and whispered, "baby, do you think the reaper is worth starting with?"

The classical oil painting hanging in the most prominent position of the corridor is carved with the traces of vicissitudes by time, which complements the humanity of the bottom society contained in the painting.

Li Qiao carefully and attentively looks at the reaper, a rural oil painting from the second half of the 18th century. The overall style focuses on farmhouses, grasslands, villages and other elements, fresh and real.

After a while, Li Qiao nodded her head slightly and said, "it's a work by farion in 1882. If you can buy this painting, you can at least double it."

Li Yan praised this work. I'm glad to hear it

Li Qiao glanced at him without expression and patted his paw coldly: "thanks for what you give!"

Li's three sons usually have no other hobbies. Their only pleasure is to impart their own skills to Li Qiao unconditionally and endlessly.

From small to large, it's endless. I'm afraid there will be no successor.

Li Er, for example, gave her ten complete works of world famous paintings as a gift on her seventh birthday. After his edification and compulsory instruction, Li Qiao, who has a strong memory, can recite them back a long time ago.

Li Yan took Li Qiao's shoulder again and stopped and discussed in front of all kinds of famous paintings.

At this time, in the backstage monitoring room of the art gallery, a young man with enchanting appearance collapsed on the office chair without bones.

He holds the string of wax beads and gently pokes them. His eyes fall on Li Qiao with great interest.

This man is named Zhuifeng.

One of the four assistants of Shang Yu.

"Mr. Feng, the girl's eyes are very poisonous!" Lao Liu, the head of Yanhuang group foundation, pointed to Li Qiao in the surveillance screen with a smile.

Because there are many expensive paintings in the exhibition, the whole art gallery is covered by 360 degree monitoring.

Li Qiao's comments on famous paintings are naturally included in the monitoring screen.

Zhuifeng shakes his hand string and laughs: "it's really good, and it's pretty good."

On hearing this, the person in charge, Lao Liu, immediately rubbed his hands with deep understanding, "that Would you like me to introduce Mr. Feng to you? "

"Do you know him?" Chasing the wind glanced at old Liu, picking the radian of eyebrows, evil and uninhibited.

Old Liu Han smiles: "I don't know her, but the man beside her is Li Yan. I have a little friendship with him and I can talk to him. "

Chase wind didn't build a cavity, but that pair of eyes looking at monitoring, more and more fiery.

For so many years, he has never seen such a beautiful and personalized girl, which is worth starting!

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