Wei Mo, who was sitting in the main seat, did not blame the few people for the fight, but instead expressed his apology to Song Nanruo, "Ruoruo, I'm sorry, I was negligent this time and accidentally arranged your position in the wrong place. Don’t take it to heart.”
Song Nanruo didn't care about the seats in front or behind, and naturally he wouldn't get angry with Wei Mo. "Wei's words are serious, it's just a trivial matter."
Song Nanruo automatically became the focus of the crowd as soon as she arrived here. Song Shengzhou and Qin Shiyue kept bringing her food. Wei Mo also put some delicious food on Song Nanruo's plate from time to time. Even the people not far away He Yuyuan would always bring some delicious drinks to Song Nanruo.
Gu Ziwei's face had become a little stiff since Song Nanruo sat at this table. She glanced at the increasingly full pile of plates in front of Song Nanruo, then looked down at her empty plate and Qin Yu beside her. Yan only cared about himself and had no time to take care of Gu Ziwei.
Gu Ziwei lowered her head and poked the dinner plate reluctantly with her chopsticks, a trace of resentment flashing in her eyes.
Then when she raised her head again, she had a decent smile on her face, and her eyes glanced at Song Nanruo with a bit of arrogance.
Gu Ziwei stood up from her seat and said to Wei Mo: "Director Wei, Ziwei has been thinking about your birthday. I have been looking for a birthday gift for a while, but I just don't know if it will suit your liking."
With that said, Fu Shen took out a scroll from the bag she brought and handed the scroll to Wei Mo.
"Director Wei, please take a look."
Wei Mo accepted it happily, carefully took the scroll, which seemed to be valuable, and slowly opened it.
After opening it, a landscape painting came into view.
Wei Mo's face was filled with joy. He held the scroll and recognized the hand of the painting almost at a glance. "This landscape painting is the work of Master Qi Ming."
Wei Mo had no doubts and affirmed directly.
Almost most of the entertainment industry knows that Wei Mo loves painting, especially the paintings of Master Qi Ming.
Gu Ziwei's gift was exactly what she wanted. After some probing, she found out that Qi Ming was Wei Mo's favorite painter, and then she bought the painting.
"I also heard that Director Wei you have always loved the paintings of Master Qi Ming, so I took the trouble to get the original work of Master Qi Ming."
Wei Mo couldn't put it down, "Miss Gu, thank you for your trouble. I have loved Master Qi Ming's paintings for a long time, but unfortunately I have no way to buy them. I didn't expect Miss Gu to be able to get Master Qi Ming's paintings. I really appreciate your efforts." .”
Seeing Wei Mo's reaction, Gu Ziwei knew that her gift had won Wei Mo's heart. She smiled gracefully and said, "Director Wei's words are serious, just make Director Wei like it. Ziwei's effort is nothing. "
Gu Ziwei's move attracted the attention of many people. The purpose of most people coming today was to please Wei Mo, but now that Gu Ziwei had done it, they were naturally envious.
Gu Ziwei was slightly proud of being focused on by others. She glanced at Song Nanruo aside, and seemed to suddenly remember it, and said: "I remember that Nanruo seemed to have prepared a gift for you, and it should be very early. I started preparing it before, I don’t know what kind of gift would take Nan Ruo so long to prepare.”
Then he said to Song Nanruo pretending to be affectionate: "Nanruo, don't hide the treasure. Take it out and show everyone what rare gifts you have prepared. I feel that the painting I gave may Nothing compares to your gift."
Although Gu Ziwei said this, she was already confident that paintings by Master Qi Ming were hard to come by. This master had an eccentric temperament. He could obviously make a lot of money from painting, but he was not willing to sell his paintings, so he only sold them. Sell to the right person.
What's more, Wei Mo's favorite painter is Master Qi Ming. No matter what Song Nanruo gives, nothing can compare to the landscape painting he gave.
Gu Ziwei was still feeling complacent when she saw Song Nanruo take out a picture scroll from beside her, which made her feel familiar.
The smile on Gu Ziwei's face gradually faded. She stared at the scroll in Song Nanruo's hand, wanting to know what kind of painting it was in Song Nanruo's hand.
As Song Nanruo slowly opened the scroll, the scene was in an uproar.
(End of chapter)