The Boss Lost His Memory And Only Remembers Me

Chapter 596: Do you understand this painting?

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Otherwise, the breakdown of his friendship with Nan Li would be irreparable.

He Yan insisted on staying because she just witnessed a couple showing their affection.

Wen Qiao calculated in his mind and said to Fu Nanli, "I made some money, but most of it is company funds, which I can use at will, about one million. Tonight I will spend one million on an auction item for you."

He Yan saw that Wen Qiaoxian spent one million to buy a pair of diamond shirt cufflinks for Fu Nanli.

Then I saw Fu Nanli spend six million to buy a 19th century European post-impressionist oil painting for Wen Qiao.

He Yan sneered: "How could that liar appreciate such a painting? Fu Nanli gave the painting to her, it was a waste of talent."

After the charity dinner, He Jun walked up to say hello to Fu Nanli.

He Yan followed closely behind.

The light shone on the dark red carpet, and Fu Nanli's suit was put on Wen Qiao.

Cold

In fact, not at all. Mr. Fu really treasures his girlfriend. He Yan could hardly hold back her smile.

He Jun greeted him, and Fu Nanli chatted with him in a low voice. After all, they grew up together since elementary school, and He Jun didn't want this friendship to be ruined by his sister.

But He Yan suddenly asked, "Miss Wen received the famous painting. Can you understand it?"

He Yan actually looks very gentle and lovely. When she speaks with a smile on her face, the socialites and wealthy businessmen passing by who are unaware of the situation would think that she is showing goodwill. Only Wen Qiao knows that Miss He's words imply a sense of superiority, and she is subtly mocking her for destroying the famous painting.

Socialites can be divided into cute ones like Fang Duo and Lu Youyou, and not-so-cute ones like He Yan.

Wen Qiao smiled and said: "Influenced by the color techniques of neo-impressionist painters such as Pissarro and Seurat, Van Gogh abandoned the dark and heavy colors in his early painting and began to use some high-lightness, high-purity and high-brightness colors. This painting was created by a more famous painter after Van Gogh. I like it very much."

The corners of He Yan's mouth trembled.

Fu Nanli took Wen Qiao into his arms: "It doesn't matter whether she understands or not. I'll give it to her. Even if she uses it as a cutting board, it's her business. Miss He doesn't need to worry about it."

In He Yan's sight, the man she had been following with his eyes for more than ten years, gently embraced another woman and walked away.

And her brother just said, "Why are you doing this?" and left.

It seemed that she came here tonight just to see them show their affection and listen to Fu Nanli's "tyrant remarks". She just brought humiliation upon herself.

Even her brother didn't stand on her side, and her secret love for more than ten years became a joke.

Her heart was as cold as the autumn wind at the seaside.

Because Wen Qiao had waited for him for an entire afternoon downstairs of the Zhonghuan Building, two days later, Fu Nanli took her into the building.

Wen Qiao held his hand and walked in the hall with a height of seven or eight meters. At ten o'clock in the morning, occasionally some office workers in professional attire would swipe their cards through the gate and look back.

The prince, who is not interested in women and is unkind to people, actually has a woman by his side, and they are holding hands.

After all the female employees of Dongchuan Airlines flooded the airport with tears, all the female employees of Zhonghuan Airlines are also going to cry so hard that the skyscraper will sink.

Fu Nanli held Wen Qiao's hand, followed by a group of bodyguards and assistants, and they entered the president's private elevator.

(End of this chapter)