"Miss Qu, do you want to look at people or works?" Fang Tong said helplessly.

Qu Ran asked puzzledly: "If the painter himself doesn't come, how do I read his works?"

Fang Tong then said with relief: "Can you read it! Can you read it! His work is placed next door, and we can sneak over and take a look after it after dinner."

Unexpectedly, this sentence annoyed Qu Ran.

"Why is this guy so unreliable?" Qu Ranxing stared at Su Yu with wide eyes and asked, then turned his head and asked Fang Tong, "I am a well-known curator who is still sneaky when reading the works of a new painter? Am I shameful or Fan Dongsheng shameful?"

Fang Tong looked surprised. Qu Ran's words did make some sense, but he completely ignored this issue.

Maybe it was because he was too familiar with Fan Dongsheng and never regarded him as a serious painter in his heart. Qu Ran just listened to some of his nonsense about Fan Dongsheng's retelling, and he was going to see his works. Fang Tong thought that Qu Ran, the curator, might not be very professional.

"No... the situation is a bit special. There is a reason why I didn't call Fan Dongsheng." Fang Tong quickly explained.

"Oh? What's the reason?" Qu Ran asked.

"This... this guy's works are all self-portraits of snails. With you two girls present, I'm afraid Lao Fan will be uncomfortable."

This doesn't matter, Qu Ran was even more furious when he heard it.

"Xiaoyu, what do you hear him say? Did this guy come from the Qing Dynasty? There is only the snail body in his eyes and there is no art at all! How common is the self-portrait of the snail body in oil paintings."

Su Yu laughed at the sound of the story: "That's it! Just allow you to see the portrait of a beautiful woman yourself, why don't you let us see it?"

"When did I see the portrait of a beautiful girl? Isn't it all your posters posted at home?" Fang Tong argued in a hurry, "It's not that I'm conservative, but... It's fine if I'm a stranger. Lao Fan is my buddy. Everyone is so familiar with me, I'm afraid I'll be embarrassed then."

Su Yu remembered that Fang Tong’s family had indeed posted a lot of posters of his own, so he helped Fang Tong persuade Qu Ran with satisfaction.

Qu Ran glared at Su Yu helplessly.

Su Yu suddenly turned around and deliberately teased Fang Tong: "Hey! Since Lao Fan is not here, can I watch it later?"

Fang Tong was a little embarrassed, but wanted to pretend to be generous, and said reluctantly: "Look...you can watch it, but... Xiaoyu, there are so many works of art, why do you have to watch my buddy? Forget it, you'd better stop watching it."

Su Yu stared at Fang Tong's expression and laughed, and finally said sweetly with big eyes, "Okay, listen to you, this guy's work must not be much better, it's better not to read it."

Fang Tong then breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and saw Qu Ran looking at them with disgust.

After dinner, the three of them left the restaurant and walked towards Zhang Nan's office.

The office was dark, and Zhang Nan and the others had already gotten off work.

Qu Ran muttered reluctantly: "The first time I saw someone else's work, I had to sneak over to see it in the middle of the night. Those who didn't know thought we were thieves who broke into the Louvre Museum at night."

Fang Tong quickly took out the key and shook it in front of Qu Ran.

After opening the door and turning on the light, Qu Ran first saw the office area downstairs and asked, "I heard that this is a project you invested in?"

Fang Tong looked at Su Yu, but he didn't expect that Su Yu even told Qu Ran. It seemed that he was really a best friend who could talk about everything, and he didn't know what they said behind their backs.

"It's just a small project, I'm just having fun." Fang Tong was modest.

Qu Ran looked at the simple office and curled his lips and said, "It's really a small project, like a family workshop, not at all formal."

Fang Tong rolled his eyes unhappily, but was too lazy to argue with her.

"Don't you want to see the painting? It's upstairs." As he said that, Fang Tong brought two girls to Fan Dongsheng's office on the second floor.

When I opened the office, I still saw the scene last time. Fan Dongsheng probably hasn't been here at all recently.

Walking further inside, when he reached the door of the studio in the inner room, Fang Tong was stunned. He didn't know when Fan Dongsheng actually added a thick chain lock to the door.

It turned out that Fan Dongsheng was prepared for a long time.

It seems that I will break my promise again...

Sure enough, Qu Ran hummed with a dark face, and did not ask for help at all. He said sarcastically: "Mr. Fang is really reliable in doing things. I guess this lock should be a postmodern deconstructionist work?"

Fang Tong smiled awkwardly.

At this time, Su Yu came over to help and retorted: "Damn girl, did you call Mr. Fang? Didn't you just want to see the painting? Datou, call Lao Fan over for her."

"You protect him." Qu Ran said with a strange smile, "I guess he wanted me to look through the crack in the door."

Fang Tong had thought about this method, but Fan Dongsheng wrapped the chain lock several times, and it was difficult to even push it open a crack.

He had no choice but to take out his cell phone and dial Fan Dongsheng's phone number.

"Old Fan..."

There was a sound of playing on the phone, and you didn’t need to ask that Fan Dongsheng was having fun with Cui Hua.

Fan Dongsheng's voice was very impatient: "I am not convenient for me to answer now. Please leave a message after hearing the beep."

"Keep you a big-headed ghost and have something to do with you!"

"What's the biggest thing that is more important than this young master's relationship?"

Fang Tong could smell the sour smell of love through the phone.

"Ah... that's right. I just met a very famous curator. I heard that I'm very active in the art circle in Europe. I mentioned you to her last time, but I didn't expect that she was still very interested in you."

"Really?" Fan Dongsheng was really interested in being fooled by Fang Tongyitong. His voice sounded happier than just buying a house.

"Of course it's true. Can I still lie to you?" Fang Tong saw Qu Ran's sarcastic expression in a blink of an eye, so he had to bite the bullet and continue to fool him, "I finally tricked her into Zhang Nan's office now. Come here quickly, maybe someone can bring your paintings to Europe for exhibition."

"Wait!" Fan Dongsheng screamed strangely, as if he had broken something.

Before hanging up the phone, I heard Fan Dongsheng's excited voice on the other end of the phone.

"I'll just say that I am an artistic genius, but no one has ever known anything before."

After putting away the phone, Fang Tong spread his hands to Qu Ran and said, "Old Fan will come over in a while. Are you satisfied now?"

Qu Ran seemed to be very dissatisfied with the sneer of a promiscuous creature like her ex-girlfriend who likes to stand up for something, Fang Tong dared to be angry but did not dare to speak out.

Suddenly thinking of something, Fang Tong had to say pleasingly: "Oh, Miss Qu, can you trouble you later?"

"What's up?"

"After you read the work, please feel a little merciful. Whether it is true or not, you can praise it casually. Although Lao Fan is just painting and playing around, he still cares a lot about his works, so don't hit him."

Qu Ran held his hands in front of his chest, looking like he ignored him.

"Sorry, I never praise people against my will. But... if it's not good, I can choose to shut up."
Chapter completed!