There is a smile on his face, his expression is happy, and he seems to be in a good mood.
Zuo Qingxuan curled her lips mockingly.
They are so happy, don't you think it's too early?
Don't be dumbfounded when Mo Luan delivers a pile of wood before his eyes.
Zuo Qingxuan is a very good person, she did not avoid it, but greeted her.
At this time, you still have to brush up on your presence.
Let them know how much they "harmed" her that day.
"Old Song, Mr. Song."
Old Song and Song Zhiyong looked up.
Zuo Qingxuan said in her natural soft voice: "Song Lao is unwell, why didn't he take the car directly to the venue?"
Song Zhiyong said, "Grandpa wants to take a walk."
He chuckled, "The atmosphere of your art museum is very good, with rich books and ink, and the sound of the piano, and the bustling outside is completely two worlds."
Zuo Qingxuan smiled and said jokingly: "So it's an art museum."
She looked at Song Lao, "Song Lao looks good today."
Song Zhiyong said, "Grandpa's body has really improved in the past few days."
He paused and said, "I'm sorry about what happened that day."
Zuo Qingxuan smiled softly, "Don't be sorry, if Mo Luan can restore the statue, I will be very happy."
Song Zhiyong looked at the woman in front of him and felt that her temperament was really good.
From Baili City to Jingsui City, so many contacts.
He has never seen her angry, and has always been very restrained.
Generous and gentle, confident and tolerant.
However, the expression in Old Song's eyes looking at Zuo Qingxuan was a little unclear.
He coughed slightly and said: "The restoration engineer should be very interested in the difficult restoration works. If Miss Zuo is curious, you can come to Song's house to enjoy it after the bird statue is delivered."
"Thank you for the invitation."
Zuo Qingxuan thanked her softly.
"Miss Zuo has to prepare for the exam, so we won't bother you."
When the two left, Zuo Qingxuan's gentle smile spread.
She will definitely "appreciate" the pile of spoiled wood.
"Hanqin."
Zuo Qingxuan turned her head, and not far away, Yun Hanqin walked down the stone steps in the forest to make peace with Song Jiaye and Sun.
She raised her eyebrows, Yun Hanqin also came?
Sweeping his eyes around, he didn't see Mo Luan's figure.
The woman smiled, it seems that Shao Yun has severed contact with that woman.
Nowadays, there are still talking and laughing with Song Lao to the Art Museum.
Obviously it was intentional to please, and naturally he didn't want to implicate himself because of Mo Luan's stupidity.
Zuo Qingxuan left in a good mood.
The invited people entered the venue one by one.
The curator personally directed the staff to work, and he raised his wrist to look at the time.
After making a phone call, he was respectful and kind, "Miss, are you almost there? I'll pick you up at the door."
The girl's unruly and unruly voice came over the phone, "I have already come in."
The curator was shocked and hurriedly said: "Let's pass."
They had prepared all the staff to greet the lady at the door, but the lady did not want to be too high-profile.
Therefore, the curator decided to wait for her to arrive soon, he took a few important personnel in the library to the door to greet her.
No, the eldest lady has already come.
Mo Luan said, "No, there are road signs. I can come by myself. I have a phone call. That's it."
After hanging up the phone there, Director Liu next to the curator quickly said, "How about? Missy, don't answer it?"
"Ok."
The curator said, "I'll go over and take a look, you can watch it here."