Chapter: 344

Su Nan paused, was it the staff's mistake?

She picked up the tools on the table next to her, gently lifted the black cloth, and lifted a corner of the huge painting, slowly revealing its true face.

The eyes are boundless darkness, and there is a huge door inlaid with gold and gemstones in the middle.

The door was opened with a gap, and the sunlight suddenly entered, like a sharp sword, piercing the night.

And standing in front of the door was the back of a young girl.

She was wearing a bright red long dress with a graceful figure and a slightly curly shawl with long hair. The bright red and the night almost blended into one.

The oncoming sense of suffocation and anticipation are intertwined and complexly presented in the painting in front of me, as thick as ink that cannot be melted.

The heaviness and flashiness are intertwined, which feels very mysterious.

Her hands froze slightly, her eyes froze.

The scene in front of me seemed very familiar.

"Su Nan?"

A soft voice behind her called her name.

Su Nan turned her head subconsciously, saw who was coming, and smiled.

"Aunt Cheng?"

Cheng Yi's mother, Guan Zhiling.

I was on vacation in Switzerland before, and it seems that I came back with a lot of fun.

"Sure enough, it's you. I'm very familiar with it from the back."

Su Nan stepped forward to hug her gently, and naturally saw the person standing beside her, Song Chi.

The smile gradually expanded.

"President Song? What a coincidence?"

Song Chi curled the corners of his lips in a perfunctory way, because Su Nan tricked him last time, and his words were so ugly.

Naturally, nothing happened.

It's just that in front of Cheng Yi's mother, I don't want the scene to be too ugly.

"Mr. Su, it's indeed a coincidence. I didn't expect Mr. Su to be so interested in the exhibition?"

Su Nan smiled and heard the coldness in her words.

"Could it be that in President Song's mind, I'm only interested in making money?"

Guan Zhiling was slightly taken aback, seeing that the atmosphere between the two was not right.

Just as he was about to speak, the boss of the exhibition hall trotted over.

"Mrs. Cheng, Mr. Su, the hospitality is running out. Is there any painting you like?"

Song Chi spoke immediately.